Paradeos

Legend had it that at the end of the twelfth century, the Duke of Zähringen, who ruled central-eastern Switzerland, wished to build a fortress on the site of Bern. To name the city, he decided to go hunting and use the first beast he killed as its name. He ended up killing a bear, so the city was named after the word "bear."

Because of this historical origin, the people of Bern still had a particular fondness for bears. Bear images could be seen everywhere—whether in the fountains at the center of the streets or on those ancient buildings, there were bear sculptures almost everywhere.

Including a teddy bear sculpture holding a pink piggy bank.

Pomona looked at it and let out a silly giggle.

"Would you like me to take a picture of you?" Severus said with a fake smile, as though he had suddenly become very interested in photography.

She was certain they had eaten a perfectly healthy Swiss milk breakfast that morning—oatmeal, almonds, yogurt, blueberries, and raspberries. There had been no potions, so they definitely had not taken the wrong medicine.

"You have a camera?"

He stopped fake-smiling.

"We can go buy a Muggle camera."

"Face reality!" Severus waved his arms. "There's nobody here, just the two of us!"

The Potions professor's roar echoed through the empty park.

No matter how much the people of Bern loved bears, they were still fierce beasts. They could not be left roaming freely in the open like the deer in Nara.

The bears were all kept on Bear Mountain, and they were probably hibernating at this time of year. With no bears and no roses to see, who would come visit the Bear Park? People came to Switzerland in winter to ski!

And so they found themselves in this situation.