Apart from nearly hitting an old woman crossing the road at the very start, the former Saint drove reasonably steadily.
Along the way, once McDuff learned that Su Er knew about the Saints and their glorious past, he became extremely talkative, spittle flying as he recounted their former glory. This included, but was not limited to, wreaking havoc at the Ministry of Magic, how he, McDuff, had followed the Holy Lord (Grindelwald) in running circles around the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and how he had single-handedly faced several of its Aurors and beaten them soundly.
Su Er could only chuckle at that.
Others might not know the ins and outs of it, but how could he not?
The person who had brought him here was Newt Scamander, after all.
Monschau was a small town hidden among mountains and valleys. It was not far from the railway station, but the road was difficult to drive on. Even the high-clearance pickup truck jolted and bumped along.
The scenery kept flashing past the windows. At some point, the trees and earth had given way to scattered fields, followed by ancient buildings whose character could only have come with the passage of time. Most striking of all was the Gothic church in the center of town.
The church stood there quietly. The closer they came, the more Su Er could feel the solemnity and tranquility that set this cathedral apart from the other buildings.
"Get out, boy." McDuff parked beside a dirt road, still a stretch of flagstone path away from the church. Its solemn silence seemed to have affected him too.
"Ms. Rosier has been waiting for you for a long time."
Su Er nodded slowly. After traveling such a long distance and spending an entire night on the