Chapter 827: Letter Paper
Austria held a certain renown in the wizarding world.
Of course, that fame wasn’t because of Nurmengard. While Grindelwald had once been a household name, that was over sixty years ago. More than half a century later, whatever recognition he once had had long since faded.
Especially among the younger generation of witches and wizards still in school—very few of them even knew who Grindelwald was.
This place was better known because the International Confederation of Wizards had held many meetings here.
Why this location had been chosen, however, remained a mystery.
...
Just before noon, in a remote and nameless Austrian village, the place was quiet and sparsely populated. Nestled near a forest and frequently visited by wild beasts, the entire population barely exceeded a dozen people.
No one noticed that while they wrapped up their morning work and hurried home for lunch, a person had suddenly appeared at the village entrance—as if he had dropped straight from the sky.
Kyle stumbled, nearly losing his footing.
He never expected Nicolas to turn the two-way mirror into a Portkey—and to have timed it so precisely.
He had only just tucked the photo away, and before he could react, the Portkey had activated, yanking him straight from his home to this...
Kyle looked around... Remote. Desolate. Other than the vast stretch of untouched forest, there were only jagged mountain peaks towering into the sky, as though someone had sliced the tops off with a blade.