In northern Germany, in the suburbs outside Bremen, several white-haired old men were drinking coffee and chatting.
It is sparsely populated, not even tourist groups pass by, and few young people want to live here. But the advantage is that it is clean. The infrastructure in the town is all available. People come home day and night, and meet up with a few friends to drink beer and sing songs. This life is indeed more comfortable than in the city.
"Joseph, how is your son doing recently?" The old man sitting on the far right held up a cup of coffee. This thing has a strong taste, but it is also the favorite relaxing drink of Europeans.
"He is in Berlin. East and West Germany have just been unified a few years ago. Now is the time when Germany is developing rapidly." The old man named Joseph sat in the center of the sofa chair. He was a Soviet who stayed in Germany during World War II. A war reporter who entered Berlin with the Soviet army. However, he was ambushed and seriously injured while traveling with the army, and has been living in Bremen since then.
"Joseph, you are so lucky. Now your son's problem has been solved, and your grandson is at University College London. He has a bright future."
"I'll lend you some good words."
Several old men laughed, and a cheerful atmosphere came from the coffee shop.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Something big has happened!!"
A young man rushed in with a newspaper. The old men frowned, as if they were dissatisfied with the young man's panic.
"Why are you still so reckless? How old are you?" the old man by the window scolded.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa." The young man realized his gaffe, "But you must read this news."
He handed over the newspaper, and several old men came up to it. There were a few big words written on it:
The discovery of Hitler's back-up air raid shelter was related to the earthquake a few days ago.
"Earthquake? We had an earthquake a few days ago?" Joseph asked.
"How long have you been out of society, Joseph? You haven't watched TV these days, have you?" The old man on the right greeted the waiter at the bar, "Amanda, help turn on the TV."
The young waiter pressed the remote control, and the black TV screen received the analog signal. The Berlin TV station was showing a report on the disaster.
"Well, just two days ago, we were at the Corias Mine, but this mine has been abandoned for a long time." He smacked his lips, "I used to work in that mine, but after the end of World War II, the government We stopped investing money in operations, and the company went bankrupt three years later, and our few workers subsequently lost their jobs.”
"Hitler's air-raid shelter? Did this bastard know from the beginning that the Americans were going to blow him up?" Joseph slapped his mouth.
"I know. Hitler used the Corias mine as a cover to build an air-raid shelter underneath, and compared the speed of building atomic bombs with the Americans. Once the United States had an atomic bomb, he could hide in the air-raid shelter he built."
"It's not that you Soviets are stronger. Back then, you went straight to the Yellow Dragon."
"Forget it, we don't care who is in power now." Joseph sneered, "That guy Khrushchev disintegrated the Soviet Union. It is now called the Russian Federation."
"Okay, okay, Russian Federation." The old man on the right took a sip of coffee, "Hey, by the way, did the experts say what was the cause of the earthquake?"
"What else could be the reason for this? Why are the plates moving?" Joseph said, "Why do you ask?"
"That place doesn't seem to be where the tectonic plates meet. I've never heard of an earthquake happening there."
"Why do you care so much? You're not from a geological company." The old man smiled, "And we didn't even feel the earthquake here."
"Forget it, Roxan, don't think too much about it." Joseph smiled, "Keep drinking, there are many earthquakes on the earth."
It is true that earthquakes are rare in Germany, but Muggles can only deal with the damage caused by wizards as natural disasters.
Of course, in the fast-paced 1990s, this kind of news stopped attracting attention after being popular for nearly two weeks. There were no casualties, and most people only regarded it as something to talk about after dinner.
In the Scandinavian mountains of Norway, there is a place that no one wants to approach. It is said that it is covered by giant trees all year round, and the sunlight can hardly penetrate. In Norway, there is a legend that on every full moon night, nearby residents will always hear the roar of wolves. The sound is like a sharp knife under the dark night sky, cutting through the peaceful life.
The elders in the village believed that there was a monstrous evil in that forest, but the Norwegian government still ignored it. Over time, that place became Fenrir's tombstone among Muggles in Northern Europe.
Messelis and Louis arrived near the village three days ago. Now no one lives on the mountain. Muggles have all moved to the foot of the Scandinavian mountains. The entire mountain range has become a holy land for adventurers.
"Mom, is the werewolf tribe really here?" Louis held the wand and looked around cautiously. Although it was not a full moon, the combat power of werewolves in regular form was not weaker than that of two ordinary adult wizards. Look at Fenrir You know it, and the werewolves who have been taking blood for a long time are cruel by nature. Who knows what they will do when they meet.
"According to historical records, it's nearby here." Meseles nodded. She used the disguise technique to dress up so that she looked like an Arab woman wearing a headscarf, without the appearance of the president of the Thunder God Society at all. temperament.
The whole forest was cold and windy. Although it was only July, in the high-altitude forest where there was not much heat conduction, Louis felt the slightest chill.
"Crack!"
Someone stepped on the dead branches on the ground. Almost instantly, the giant tree in front of them suddenly fell over the two of them.
"Split into pieces!"
Lewis reacted very quickly. He pushed Meseles aside and held the wand in his other hand. The entire tree cracked the moment it was about to hit him.
Two figures emerged from behind the giant tree, and one of them quickly attacked Louis. He didn't use magic, but the physical attacks he was best at.
"Collapse!"
The red light of the stun spell did not have much effect when it hit the figure. The speed increased instead of decreasing, and the wand was taken out of Louis' hand with a slap.
He saw the man's appearance clearly, his wolfish eyes mixed with a slightly ugly face, and the werewolf curse left an indelible mark on his face.
However, he did not take action against Louis. The moment he was about to raise his fist, he was controlled by the rope spell cast by Messerys behind him, and was thrown to the ancient tree beside him. The thick tree trunk was almost broken.
The werewolf in its regular form roared angrily, but was stopped by another companion.
"Wait a minute, Ogis, they are wizards, don't conflict with them head-on."
Lewis felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and he got closer. In the dim light, he could clearly see the sickly but kind-hearted face.
"Professor Lupine? Is that you?"
