Unlike England's Ministry of Magic, which stood in the busiest central district, and unlike what the films in his previous life had depicted, Germany's Ministry of Magic was a standalone building hidden in the mountains outside Berlin.
After he walked out the door, a narrow path lay before him.
It wound this way and that, with wizards guarding every junction.
After passing through, he did indeed find a platform, and Su Er raised his wand as Scamander had instructed.
Under Su Er's astonished gaze, a motorcycle puttered over.
Su Er: ...What was with this overwhelming Indian vibe?
This felt like it would be an even wilder ride than the Knight Bus. Scamander, you'd led me astray!!
Despite his inward wailing, Su Er obediently paid and climbed onto the motorcycle. That damned driver didn't even provide a helmet. Drive recklessly, leave your loved ones in tears-didn't he understand that?!
"Have a pleasant journey, and please remember to change your clothes before leaving here." After dropping Su Er off in an alley, the driver smiled, offered this well-wish in German, and puttered off to his next destination.
Su Er naturally could not understand what the driver had said. He only wanted to lean against the wall and rest for a while.
German drivers were even wilder than the driver of England's Knight Bus. At least the Knight Bus did not crash into houses; the houses automatically jumped aside to make way. The motorcycles here went straight through houses, strictly adhering to the principle that a straight line was the shortest distance between two points.
In short, never again!
Only after taking quite a while to recover did Su Er stagger out of the alley.
Berlin was an ancient city, and an old street paved with blue stone lay at the mouth of