After his defeat, Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard, the prison he had once used to hold those who opposed him.
It was located in Austria, near the Alps, so the scenery resembled Switzerland. Nurmengard, too, stood on sheer cliffs like those "witches' castles."
The first time Pomona came to the Alps, she visited the small cabins where shepherds lived during the summer, and she had enjoyed those days immensely.
"They've cut off our way back," Polina said as she walked over, interrupting her "memories."
Georgiana looked at the men studying the map. This time, a full company of Chasseurs was protecting them. In theory, that should have been more than enough.
"How many Robbers are there?" Georgiana asked Polina.
Polina did not answer. Only then did Georgiana notice that Polina was not entirely delicate in appearance. Her chin was slightly square, much like the rocks of Corsica.
Corsica was supposedly mountainous as well. She wondered whether its mountains were steeper than the Alps.
Georgiana lit a cigarette and gazed at the tranquil surroundings.
Cartouche was unlike ordinary Robbers. Or rather, they had adopted the methods of knights as well. They had not laid an ambush or launched a surprise attack, as if they were waiting for them to surrender.
Though she had heard they operated in Alsace-Lorraine, they rode on horseback, coming and going like the wind. With civilians shielding them, they were difficult to track—especially if someone was deliberately letting them go.
Those two men from earlier reminded Georgiana of Sforza. These "landless knights" also wanted to find themselves a master, then become the Duke of Milan themselves when the opportunity arose.
Once, Flitwick told a joke. A Muggle friend of his had gone to Rome for a seminar and stayed in a hotel. The faucet in his room