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"Oh my God"!

All this was too exciting for ordinary people shopping on the street. Many people rolled their eyes and fainted on the ground.

But Grindelwald didn't want to worry about this. He raised his head solemnly and looked towards the end of the street with burning eyes.

These ordinary people cannot sense magic, but Grindelwald discovered something abnormal here.

Under the world-famous Berlin air defense tower in the distance, a massive amount of magic is gathering there, forming a huge psychic vortex!

"Damn! They don't want to"...

Before Grindelwald finished speaking, he saw a white light flashing from the Berlin air defense tower in the distance that could make someone blind!

"boom"!

Along with a gust of wind, people on the street fell down, newspapers and various debris flew in the air with the airflow. The violent airflow began to concentrate on the air defense tower from all directions, and finally formed a huge tornado!

"Buzz!"

"what is that!"

At the last moment, Grindelwald quickly hugged the telephone pole to prevent him from being swept away by the strong wind.

The whole street now looks dark and filled with dim light, as if it's dusk, but it's clearly noon here.

Feeling a little dizzy, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sky.

"Oh shit".

Grindelwald murmured to himself.

The sky that was just clear and blue has now become gray, and in mid-air, a crack shining with yellow light hangs there.

The other end of the crack shone with an ominous red light, and the people who had just climbed up made a commotion uneasily. Everyone looked at the crack in the sky in fear, praying that nothing would crawl out from inside.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Simon, who was covered in dust, climbed out of his small building in a panic. The strong wind just now almost knocked down his small building and almost buried him alive.

"What exactly is that?"

A German who was drinking milk tea in the seat next to him asked as if he was dreaming.

"That's the gap between dimensions, the gap between reality and the other world."

Grindelwald's face was very ugly. He grabbed the German and asked quickly:

"I haven't been to Germany for a long time. Where is the nearest military camp?"

"It's right there, walk along the street, and you'll be there in three intersections."

The frightened German replied subconsciously as Grindelwald shook wildly.

"If you don't want to die, run quickly to the countryside away from that gap!"

Grindelwald roared and grabbed Simon.

"Apparition!"

The two people turned into a streak of gray smoke and started speeding down the street at a speed of nearly 100 kilometers per hour as everyone watched in stunned silence.

Soon, the two were redrawn into human form on the street.

"Don't be dazed! Fire quickly! If you act in time, you can save more people!"

Grindelwald saw the frightened sentry at the gate of the military camp. He got angry and grabbed his collar and started shaking him.

"But sir, today, today"...

The obviously frightened recruit said something intermittently as Grindelwald shook him, but he could not speak completely because of the fright in his heart.

"What's wrong today!"

Grindelwald shouted anxiously.

"My lord, today is Sunday."

Simon looked at the crack with red light shining in the distance, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said hesitantly:

"They...have a holiday."

"what?"

Grindelwald turned his head in disbelief and stared at his subordinate.

"Army on holiday?"

"You haven't been to Germany for too long, so you may not know much about it. The German army implements an 8-hour work system, with Saturdays and Sundays off"...

Simon's voice became lower and lower, and Grindelwald stared at him dumbfounded, and then slowly let go of his hand.

"Boom"!

The recruit, who had already fainted from fright, fell to the ground, and his helmet hit the manhole cover hard, making a sound.

"What's wrong with this world?"

Grindelwald scratched his hair manically, and the two of them could only stand here, staring at the crack in the distance.

There was no way, the two of them couldn't drive a tank, and the Federal Republic of Germany's crews were all on vacation at home, so no one would come to drive a tank.

"Damn, how did Germany become like this in these decades?"

Grindelwald cursed and then took out his wand.

As a small ray of light shot out from the tip of the stick, the crack in the air suddenly dimmed a little, and the atmosphere of fear permeating the environment seemed to lighten a little.

"This is the last thing I can do. This little spell will cause them some trouble, but it won't last long."

"We go to the German Ministry of Magic, hoping that effective resistance can still be organized there."

Grindelwald grabbed Simon, and the two turned into a line of smoke and flew down the street, heading towards the Berlin Tower.

It is the center of German magic and the seat of the Ministry of Magic.

The only thing Grindelwald prays in his heart now is that the current German Ministry of Magic does not become like the secular world.