Grindelwald's worries were justified; they ultimately failed to visit all the planned attractions.

If, before this, Hermione Granger and the others didn't know that there was anything worse than having a clueless person as a tour guide, they knew now—it was when two clueless people started arguing over a map.

Although Salzburg is just a small city with a population of fewer than two hundred thousand, it is, after all, an ancient city.

More importantly, it is also a mountain city.

Naturally, a flat map printed on paper cannot reflect the complexity of the three-dimensional world. Wandering through the intricate, uneven streets and alleys, exploring the city surrounded by ancient buildings, this experience is like being in a maze made of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Each time you emerge from a fork in the road, it's a new and unfamiliar adventure.

Whether it was east, west, south, north, or the ever-successful "point me the way" magic, they all lost their former glory when faced with the three-dimensional coordinate system of a mountain city.

"It's alright, Professor Apocalyps," Luna Lovegood said softly, looking at the arguing grandparents and grandchild, "We've already had a lot of fun today, even if we don't see the whole city."

"No!" Grindelwald said sternly, "At least we have to go to St. Salk's Hospital to visit poor Professor Quirrell."

He pointed to the name on the map that was now circled several times in red—St. Salk's Hospital.

Since the establishment of Destiny, one of the few times Gellert Grindelwald used his authority was to have the goblins cooperate with some of his old friends to find a way to legally acquire this hospital.

"Professor Quirrell? But isn't this..."

Hannah Abbott glanced over, shrinking her head in fear.

"My dad said muggle doctors are very scary. They're mostly madmen who like to cut people open."

Magical buildings do not appear on muggle maps, which is different from Kurt Meyer's Tavern. The Magical Injuries Hospital and the non-magical hospital are almost two completely different places.

"Madmen who like to cut people open?! That's not true at all! That's the stupidest, most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

As if pricked by a needle, Hermione Granger frowned and retorted unhappily.

"Non-magical doctors are a very respectable profession, and only the smartest people can do it—my dad's a dentist. Besides, even if it involves surgery, it's to cure diseases and not..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. But if it's to cure a disease, why cut people open?"

Hannah Abbott puffed out her cheeks, looking at Hermione defiantly.

"Because..."

"Because muggles can't use magic. Oh, you see, it's such a simple reason, dear Miss Abbott..."

Before Hermione could finish, Grindelwald patted the two girls on the head, grinned, and continued,

"But don't worry, Quirinus Quirrell isn't being treated by muggle doctors—to be precise, our destination should be called St. Salk's Magical Injuries Hospital. Hmm, it just happens to be in the same place."

After half a year of renovation, this central hospital, which once saved the life of the first Dark Lord and has the longest history in Salzburg's city center, has now been upgraded into the first modern hospital used by both wizards and muggles.

As for the first batch of wizard patients after the hospital was upgraded, they were several patients transferred from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Most of these wizards had already been diagnosed with extremely slim chances of recovery. After obtaining the consent of the patients' families, they finally agreed to be transferred here for treatment, after all, this hospital is endorsed by the legendary healer Paracelsus.

And Quirinus Quirrell is just one of them—although his "illness" is a bit strange.

But no matter what, Professor Quirinus Quirrell was hospitalized due to some accidents during his tenure at Hogwarts. Naturally, the school has an unshirkable responsibility for the subsequent treatment of such work-related injuries.

Moreover, compared to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries in London, Salzburg is much safer.

"Oh, that's good news. At least now we only need to find one place..."

Aerynna raised her eyebrows, glaring at the old potato next to her with a displeased look.

"If you had followed my intuition just now and hadn't turned at that intersection, I think we might have already arrived at our destination instead of being stuck in a bunch of seemingly unremarkable residential areas, spacing out."

"I'll listen to you next time, I definitely will—"

Grindelwald touched his nose and replied casually and perfunctorily.

Gellert Grindelwald's eyes unconsciously swept over Aerynna, his expression a little strange.

Actually, in the beginning, he selectively believed in this girl's judgment a few times.

After all, judging from the expression on Aerynna's face at the time, she was almost about to blurt out something like: "I took this road to save you back then!", "Follow me, this road is the right one!", "You're a disgrace, Dark Lord, you might as well leave the group chat—"

However, after personally experiencing Aerynna's level of cluelessness several times, Grindelwald had to admire his luck back then.

If this white-haired dumpling had half of today's "Dark Lord Basic Skills" stability during the treatment process a year ago when she dragged him to the hospital, he probably would have been gone before she even found the direction of the hospital gate.

Fortunately... fortunately...

It seems... he was still destined to survive...

Dying because of accidentally running into a little clueless person... that kind of death would be too embarrassing...

Thinking of this, Grindelwald unconsciously glanced at Aerynna's cowlick with a look of lingering fear.

Legend has it that whenever powerful wizards in the magical world encounter difficulties, their magic will unconsciously affect the surrounding environment and the people who come and go, and an angel who can save them will appear. It seems it's because he's very strong...

Huh?!

This old clueless person, who is he looking down on?!

Noticing the perfunctoriness and disdain in Grindelwald's eyes, Aerynna's eyes instantly became displeased.

But before the girl could figure out how to retort, a young man in a white coat carrying a bunch of lunch boxes suddenly walked past the corner in the distance. He glanced at the people arguing in the alley and suddenly leaned his head in.

"Eh? Miss Kaslana, why are you here again?"

Caught off guard by hearing her name, Aerynna turned her head in confusion, looking at the young man.

After a slight daze, she quickly reacted and said with pleasant surprise.

"Dr. Annis? You're simply an angel in white!"

There's hope, there's hope!

The real Dark Lord savior has arrived!

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Hey! You guys might have forgotten~ Although, this plot is actually less than a thousand words apart from the previous plot in the outline... it's just that the plot was advanced before.

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