A moment later, just as they were about to reach the Acropolis of Athens, where even Harry's unenhanced body could clearly see the ancient temples, Howl suddenly braked quickly.
"This…"
Howl looked down at the Acropolis of Athens in surprise, looking at the ruins with a half-smile.
"It seems not only their Muggles respected history when planning the city, but the Wizarding World also maintained respect for the Acropolis," Howl's voice carried to Harry's ears in the biting wind.
"Flying is prohibited here!"
At this time, in his eyes, the entire Acropolis was enveloped by a semi-transparent shield. At a glance, in addition to prohibiting flying, it also had flying object interception and a weakening effect on wind, frost, snow, and rain.
It seems the Wizards here finally learned their lesson after being hit by the Turks' and Venetians' cannon fire.
As for a forced landing, there was no need for that.
A moment later, the two landed in an empty alley in the Attica region.
After dispelling the Disillusionment Charm on them, the two walked onto the street.
"This is…"
Howl looked around and quickly found the road signs here. University Street to the left, Academy Street to the right.
And in front, there was a very exquisite building.
Just as Howl said, Athens at this moment was starkly different from London, with no accumulated snow on the ground and no passersby bundled in thick clothes.
There weren't many people on the street. After walking a short distance towards it, the two arrived in front of a building with a red triangular dome.
In front of the building's main entrance, there were six Ionic columns, regularly spaced on the left and right. And in the small square in front, there were two more columns.
On the left column was a woman holding a shield in her right hand and a spear in her left. On the right column was a man of exquisite beauty, with a perfect physique, holding a seven-stringed lyre.
"Are those Athena and Apollo?" Harry asked.
"Exactly." Howl nodded. Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, and Apollo, the god of art, these were very classic images, easily identifiable at a glance.
However, Harry noticed that Uncle Howl did not linger his gaze on the statues of the deities.
Instead, he was looking at the two seated statues further in front.
"Uncle Howl, who are they…" Harry asked, puzzled.
"The one holding the pen is called Plato. And this old man in a contemplative pose is his teacher, Socrates," Howl explained.
"Socrates himself left no written works; most of what we know was recorded by Plato. Hence, one is in a thinking posture, and the other is in a recording posture. Both of these were important founders of Ancient Greece magic."
Behind Harry, a difficult-to-understand voice suddenly came. Harry turned around and saw a girl. Her face held some anger, but also amusement.
Howl also smiled helplessly, lowered his gaze slightly, and spoke words Harry didn't understand.
The girl's face was filled with embarrassment, and she then apologized profusely. After Howl asked her a few more questions, the girl hurried away.
Harry already knew what had happened between the two.
"That girl figured out we're tourists." Howl smiled: "Let's go, this is the Academy of Athens."
After walking a short distance forward, as soon as they arrived at the National Library of Athens, Howl stopped and turned around.
A woman in a beige slim-fitting long dress with curled brown hair looked up and glanced at him, then continued walking, passing the two of them.
"Between confronting and continuing to disguise, you chose the latter, but unfortunately, this choice meant you turned your back on someone you suspected was unusual.
No matter how you think about it, this is not a wise choice."
As he spoke, he stood still, just watching the woman's retreating figure. Her steps slowed more and more, then she suddenly turned sharply, pointed her wand at Howl, her face somewhat flushed, clearly very nervous.
"If you heard any sounds, I must say, it was your own heart playing tricks," Howl smiled.
This woman suspected him of being a bad person, so after he made it clear, her psychological defenses would gradually crumble under her own suspicions.
"You…" the woman was a bit annoyed.
"You are from the Greek Minis—" Howl said indifferently.
"Shhh!!" The woman looked distressed, quickly put her hand to her lips, and at the same time quickly put away her wand.
Her high heels clicked loudly as she pulled Howl into a corner, with Harry quickly following behind.
"Sir, discussing magic casually in public! Do you know your actions severely violate the Statute of Secrecy?"
"Your act of drawing your wand just now should be more serious than mine. Friend, do you suffer from anxiety?
My words just now would at most make people think I was talking nonsense, and that's all!" Howl pulled his hand away and patted his sleeve.
This action greatly annoyed the woman opposite him.
"Anyway, you and this child must go to the Ministry. You've already reported your presence, haven't you?"
"Report? By the way, is it that easy to tell that we're outsiders?" Howl was a bit surprised.
"Always wearing formal attire, it's obvious you're from Britain or the United States. I was following you just now, and from your accent, it should be Britain. And if you haven't reported, then you definitely need to go."
Saying that, she pointed at Harry sternly.
"Things haven't been very peaceful here lately. If un-registered Wizards die here, we won't be responsible for you, and you could get into trouble at any time.
I'm not suspicious of you because you're with a child, otherwise I would have already acted!"
"Oh, oh!" Howl sighed, feigning surprise.
"Can you tell me what's been happening in the Greek Wizarding World lately?" His words contained magic with an enticing quality.
He had already seen that this person was not an Auror, and her vigilance was indeed a bit poor, as discarding suspicion just because of a child was not professional behavior.
Harry looked at Uncle Howl in confusion. Was this… a question that could be asked?
However, very quickly, he was stunned.
He saw the woman speak directly, as if discussing with an old friend, as if it were a matter of course: "Someone snuck into the Ministry and stole the original works of Pythagoras and Hippasus… No!! How could I…"
"Hiss…"
Howl gasped, his tone a bit excited: "Your Ministry still has such good things?!"
Saying that, he asked again: "Where is the Greek Ministry of Magic?"
The woman's surprise and fear quickly vanished, then she replied:
"War God Mountain!"
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