Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

In northern Germany, in the suburbs outside Bremen, several white-haired old men were drinking coffee and chatting.

This place is sparsely populated, even tourist groups will not pass by it today, 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 heavy meaning, but it is also the favorite relaxing drink of Europeans.

"He is in Boran. East and West Germany have just been unified a few years ago. Now is the time to live in Germany." The old man named Joseph is sitting in the center of the sofa chair. He is a Soviet Union who stayed in Germany during World War II. He is a war reporter who entered Boran with the Soviet army. However, he was seriously injured in an ambush 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 studying engineering at the University of London. His future is uncertain."

"I'm borrowing your good words."

Several old men laughed, and a cheerful atmosphere came from the coffee shop.

"Heavy news! Heavy 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:

Xi Xingler's back-up Fangwang Cave was discovered, and the price 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 clicked on the remote control, and the black TV screen received an analog signal. The Bairan TV station was broadcasting disaster reports.

"Well, I was there two days ago at the Kolya small 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, my relationship If we didn’t invest money in the operation, Qiangsi went bankrupt three years later, and our workers became unemployed.”

"Xixingler's Fangwang Cave? Is it possible that this bastard is going to blow him up as soon as he opens it?" Joseph slapped his mouth.

"I know that Shixele used the Kolya small mine as a cover to build a defensive cave underneath, and even competed with the Ming people to build an atomic bomb. Once an atomic bomb appeared in the Ming country, he can hide now In the Fangwang Cave that I built myself.”

"It's not that you Soviets are too weak, but you went straight to the Yellow Dragon."

"Forget it, we don't want to see who is obsessed with it now." Joseph sneered. "That guy Khrushchev? He made the Soviet Union disintegrate. It is now called the Russian Little Federation."

"Okay, okay, little 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 this?"

"That place doesn't seem to be where the plate is touching the ground, right? I've never heard of an earthquake happening there."

"Why do you have so many? You are not a geologist." The old man smiled and said, "And this earthquake? We didn't even feel it here."

"Really? Luo Zhisang, don't think too much about it now." Joseph smiled, "Continue drinking? There are many earthquakes on the earth."

It is true that earthquakes are rare in Germany, but for damage caused by wizards, Muggles can only deal with it as a natural disaster.

Of course, in the fast-paced 1990s, this trend has been popular for nearly two decades. Nowadays, no one pays attention to it, and there are no casualties. Most people only regard it as a topic for after-dinner conversation.

In the Little Candinavia Mountains of Norway, there is a place that no one wants to approach. 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 blade under the dark night king, cutting through the peaceful life.

The elders in the village believed that there was an arrogant demon in the trees, but the Norwegians still ignored it. Over time, the land became Fenrir's tombstone among the Nordic Muggles.

Little Messery and Little Lu Shi had arrived near the village three days ago. Now no one lives on the mountain. The Muggles have all moved to the foot of Little Candinavia. The entire mountain range has become a place for adventurers. Holy place.

"Mom, is the werewolf tribe really here?" Lu Shixiao looked around warily with his wand. Although it was not a full moon, the combat power of werewolves under normal conditions was not weaker than that of two ordinary adult wizards. Look at what Fenrir has learned now, and Changzhi's blood-drinking wolf has a brutal life history. Who knows what they will do when they meet.

"According to historical records, we are here today." Messerli nodded, and she dressed up with Shizai skills, so that she looked like an Arab woman wearing a headscarf, without the thunder god at all. The president's temperament.

The entire forest was chilly and windy. Although it was only July, in the forest at a high altitude where there was not much heat conduction, Lu Shixiao felt the slightest bit of 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!"

Lu Shixiao reacted very quickly. He pushed Messerli Xiao aside and held the wand in his other hand. The whole tree cracked the moment it was about to hit him.

Two bodies were exposed behind the giant tree, and one of them made a quick attack towards the road. He didn't use magic, but the physical attacks he was best at.

"Collapse!"

The red light of the coma spell didn't have much effect when it hit the base of the body. Because of it, it increased instead of decreasing. He slapped the wand from Lu Shi's little hand.

He saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes full of wolf history mixed with a slightly ugly face, and the werewolf curse left an indelible mark on his face.

However, he did not attack Lu Shi Xiao. The moment he was about to raise his fist, he was stopped by the rope spell held by Messery Xiao Shi behind him, and was thrown to the ancient tree beside him. The thick tree trunk was almost broken.

The werewolf in normal state roared angrily, but was stopped by another companion.

"Wait a minute, Little Auggie, they are wizards, don't conflict with them head-on."

Lu Shixiao felt that the voice was somewhat familiar. He got closer, and in the dim light, he could clearly see the sickly but kind-hearted face.

"Professor Lupine? Is that you?"