After decades, the hands that had never trembled suddenly shook, the glass in his hand slid quietly, and the impact smashed it on the floor.
"Yes, of course. I knew he would definitely come back," murmured Kurt Maier, standing up and quickly walking towards his wife, trembling, looking towards the sky.
An old customer sitting at the bar respectfully looked at the sky and found nothing.
Watching the two excited elderly people, the man frowned with concern.
"Master, what's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to close the door earlier than planned today. Do not worry, I will settle accounts with each of you individually."
The old man waved his hand enthusiastically and apologized to the customers in the store.
"Thank you, I had something to attend to." The man glanced at the old man, shrugged, and left the room.
Most of the store's customers were regulars. After hearing Old Kurt's request, they didn't ask much. They all smiled understandingly, and after a simple goodbye, left the Harnisch tavern two by two and three by three.
In no time, only the Maiers were left in the entire store.
"It's a nice day today, would you like to take a walk with me?"
The hunched back of Kurt Meyer suddenly straightened, a strange joyous light shining on his face as he cast a profound glance at his wife.
"Of course," the old woman smiled, and the same light flickered in her eyes.
"You know, for this invitation, we've waited for 46 long years."
Kurt Meyer, a German, is adept in alchemy. Both he and his wife were former followers of Grindelwald.
Since the disappearance of the Newmontgarde Castle, the two, unable to find news, had been hiding in the nearest Muggle city to the original location of the castle. As they continued to seek information, they silently awaited the day when Grindelwald would call upon them again.
And they are not the only ones of their kind in that city.
At the intersection of three points on the corner of the street, a wandering artist suddenly stopped to play and looked up at the sky with excitement.
At the end of Cereals Alley, the door of the Bavarian national costume shop suddenly opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged man trembled with excitement as he felt the black fabric that enveloped the outer wall of the shop.
In a florist shop next to Mozart Square, the woman drew her wand from the flower bed and carefully cleaned it.
The streets of Bishop's Palace...
Karajan Square...
Kells Street...
At the same time, a similar scene was unfolding at various places in the city.
Countless middle-aged and elderly people who had lived in that city for decades poured out of the doors, slowly converging into a silent stream and heading towards the direction of Salk Hospital on the mountainside.
Gellert Grindelwald's message was simple, and as always, difficult to refuse:
Protection from the Salzburg police who are now deployed outside Salk Hospital and belong to the Austrian Federal Police Agency.
-Those young people growing up under their watch and often encountered in their daily lives.
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Snap.
Snap.
The quiet footsteps echoed in the square outside the Salk Hospital emergency building.
An elderly man dressed in casual clothes, appearing as a common foreign tourist, suddenly appeared in the sight of the Ministry of Magic and the Austrian Federal Police.
"Damn, how did they manage to deploy the cordon, and why would civilians enter this area?"
The commander of the Austrian Federal Police Agency leading this anti-terrorism operation turned his head and grumbled loudly, spitting stars at the police officer in front of him, which could be considered a serious negligence.
"No, I don't know..."
The poor police officer shook his head helplessly, turned his head and looked at the path of the old man, showing a little confusion, and cautiously said, "But it seems like he passed us by without a care in the world. You were supposed to have seen..."
"Nonsense, how would such a big, lively person pass right under my nose!?"
The middle-aged police officer widened his eyes and glared at the young man in front of him. His voice raised two decibels.
"In short, quickly organize someone to rush up and bring back the old man who was walking."
A glance at the peacefully walking old man in front of him showed a trace of anxiety on the middle-aged police officer's face. The group of unidentified "terrorists" holed up in the hospital had not responded to this, which was concerning him.
According to the data, there are at least a dozen medical staff on duty in the building, but so far, the other party has shown no intention of negotiating, nor has there been any news about the safety of the hostages.
The young police officer nodded and was about to move forward when he suddenly stopped.
"Wait, it seems like the group of alleged terrorists is starting to act. Are they talking to the old man?"
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