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Seeing that Dracula was about to drive away, Abotel became anxious.

This wizard who was born and raised in Greece has never seen such an exaggerated situation - casting a spell silently and without a wand, he was able to make the Muggle expulsion spell cover the entire Mount Olympus, and it seemed very easy. look.

With such a thick thigh, how could you not hug it if you have the chance?

But the problem is that Abotel has not found a suitable reason to hug the thigh, and he does not feel that as the Minister of Magic of a small country, he will be looked down upon by this thigh...

In this case, he can only use the identity of another big guy next to him to show off his power.

"Your Excellency, don't leave in a hurry!" Abotel called Dracula.

"Do you know who this person is next to me? This is the most famous magical zoologist in the magical world, Mr. Newt Scamander." He said seriously, "Wherever he is, any information about No problem with magical animals will bother us!”

"One more person means more effort, especially one more top magizoologist. Do you think so, Your Excellency?"

Dracula hit the brakes.

Hearing the name, his interest suddenly rose.

"Newt Scamander?" Dracula stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the old man with freckles on his face and gray hair with interest, "So you are the one who defeated Fifty Years ago?" The great hero of the dark wizard Grindelwald?"

"That was a long time ago." Newt smiled shyly, squeezing the hand holding the suitcase tightly.

Even after all these years, Newt still doesn't take it for granted to acknowledge his contribution during the Global Wizarding War.

In the eyes of this humble magizoologist, the person who has been under pressure to maintain order in the wizarding world and even the Muggle world has always been Dumbledore, who is respected by everyone.

"Don't be modest, Mr. Scamander, I've heard your story." Dracula chuckled, shook his head, and backed the car back to Newt and Abbott. "When I asked about that During the period, that old guy Nico always praised you."

"The old guy you're talking about...is Mr. Flamel?" Newt was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Dracula's appearance carefully, and saw that Dracula's face did not look like he was over thirty years old, and his expression was quite blank.

"May I ask, what is your name...?" Newt asked.

"Just call me Dracula," Dracula said.

Unless he is a very close friend, such as Nico Flamel, or the four founders of Hogwarts, Dracula has always been accustomed to telling them his last name, and does not like to hear people call him. name.

"Dracula?!"

Upon hearing this surname, Minister Abotel, who was standing aside, suddenly jumped up.

"You are the first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to be re-elected for a second term at Hogwarts in decades?!" he asked in surprise.

No wonder Abotel was making such a fuss, it was because Dracula's reputation had spread to high-level officials in various countries during this period.

As the oldest magic school in Europe and one of the oldest magic schools in the world, Hogwarts has great popularity and recognition among wizards and civilians.

The strange things about the Defense Against the Dark Arts subject at Hogwarts have actually attracted the attention of not only the British wizarding community, but also the Ministry of Magic and magic schools around the world.

When a subject in which no professor has been re-elected for decades suddenly has a professor who successfully enters the second year, people all over the world immediately become curious about Dracula, a figure who suddenly appeared. And immediately launched a large number of inquiries and investigations.

Although the Greek Ministry of Magic is not very powerful, it is still possible to simply inquire about some information on a daily basis.

As the Minister of Magic in Greece, Alberto naturally learned about Dracula's identity through his own channels.

In addition, the surname Dracula can be said to be extremely rare in the magical world. Based on the most basic information such as silver hair, burgundy eyes, and a cynical personality, the man sitting in a Rolls-Royce in front of him The identity is easy to identify.

It suddenly occurred to Albert that just half an hour ago, before Newt sent his grandson away with the portkey, he had discussed the new Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts with Grandpa Scamander. Professor thing.

He simply couldn't believe that the person he was talking about half an hour ago appeared in front of him so hastily!

"Oh? Am I so well-known now?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and looked at Abotel, who was full of surprise. "I feel that I have been quite low-key recently."

Alberto silently glanced at the silver Rolls-Royce in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding of the word low-key..." He said helplessly, "Not to mention other operational issues, just the fact that he was re-elected for the second year has attracted everyone's attention..."

"is that so?"

Dracula put his elbow on the car window, supported the side of his face with his right hand, and thought silently.

A strand of silver hair hanging from his forehead hung on the back of his hand, gently blowing by the fresh and moist mountain breeze outside the window.

Albert couldn't help but swallowed when he looked at Dracula's lowered eyelids and clear-cut profile.

After staring like this for a while, he realized something was wrong and quickly raised his hand to slap himself.

"I'm still thinking about marrying a wife before I'm forty. What's the point of staring at a man like this!" Abotel took a deep breath, "Although this man is indeed a bit handsome... "

He secretly glanced at Newt beside him, only to find that Newt was also staring at Dracula's side face motionlessly, looking extremely intently.

"Mr. Scamander, do you also think that Dracula's handsomeness is a bit illegal?" Alberter asked quietly.

"Huh?" It took Newt a while to react. He turned his head and glanced at Albertle in confusion, "Well... yes, Professor Dracula does look handsome enough."

Then he turned his head again and looked at Dracula's face.

"What a sin!" Albertle patted his bald forehead sadly, "Mr. Scamander, you are quite old, and your wife is still waiting for you at home!"

Newt turned his head again, his expression even more confusing.

"What are you talking about, Minister Abbott?" he asked.

"Um...Am I overthinking it?" Albert's voice paused for a moment, "Aren't you admiring the appearance of Lord Dracula?"

"Appreciation? Not really." Newt shook his head, "I just want to confirm a guess."

Newt turned his gaze back again, focusing on Dracula's fingertips, corners of his mouth, eyes and ears, and then a hint of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Dracula suddenly opened his eyes.

"Forget it, I really can't keep a low profile." He leaned on the soft backrest of the car seat as if accepting his fate. "For those interesting guys who want to know about my deeds, just let them know. It's up to them!"

Then, Dracula turned his attention to Newt and Alberto outside the car window, "Let's talk first, I actually know what is on the top of the mountain, and there are no magical animals or anything like Mr. Scamander's professional stuff on it. Something that speaks volumes.”

"So you two still plan to go?"

"Go, it's here!" Abotel said passionately.

On the one hand, he believed that he was the big brother of the Greek magic world and should truly understand the vision of Mount Olympus, a sacred mountain of great significance; on the other hand, he had never seen a thigh as thick as Dracula's. Just waiting to follow along to learn more!

Newt hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

He was also a little curious as to what circumstances could cause such a large-scale abnormal phenomenon in the entire mountainous area.

"Then get in the car." Dracula waved his hand casually.

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Mount Olympus is nearly three thousand meters above sea level.

Compared with many high mountains in the world, Mount Olympus does not seem too high; but as the highest peak in Greece, with a huge gap from the plain at the foot of the mountain, it is not low at all.

The weather in November is quite cold, and Greece, as a typical Mediterranean climate, has relatively humid winter weather, so many cold-resistant plants are still working hard to grow.

Sitting in Dracula's luxury car, looking out the window into the distance, I could see the green mountains below, stretching between the sky to the north and west in the foggy weather.

As the vehicle continues to drive and you move your gaze closer, you can see that the surrounding colors gradually change from a large amount of artificially paved light gray to the dark green of vegetation, and then to the woody ocher of rocks.

Finally, when the road in front of us came to an end, everything as far as the eye could see was covered with fog and white snow.

"There is no road ahead. Shall we come down and walk?" Abotel looked at the mountain road reaching the end and asked.

After going back and forth on the mountain road for many times, the poor Greek Minister of Magic was about to faint. When he asked to get off the car, there was even a little hope in his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Dracula waved his hand to him, with an interesting smile on his lips.

I saw his slender fingers swiping on the complicated driving panel, and I didn't know how to operate it. The next moment, the Rolls-Royce logo that looked like a "little angel" on the front hood of the car suddenly changed - —

The pair of wings behind the "little angel" suddenly expanded, widened, and extended, and finally split into two separate parts.

One wing is attached to the left side of the body, and the other is opposite it.

Then, the wings flapped slightly.

A soft but powerful wind blew from under the wings, causing the surrounding snowflakes to fly all over the sky, and even the fog in the air was blown away.

Dracula looked at this scene with satisfaction and pressed another button——

One after another, mysterious ancient runic symbols suddenly appeared on the car body, the windows, and even the bottom of the car, connecting with each other to form a gleaming runic circuit that enveloped the entire car.

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The next moment, the silver car suddenly accelerated, flying like a bolt of lightning toward the top of the mountain where the strange phenomenon was strongest.

"Mara... this car can actually fly? And how can it fly so fast!" Abotel was startled and almost blurted out a curse word, but luckily he reacted in time.

He subconsciously grabbed the handle of the car door, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and never dared to let go.

"Ahem, Lord Dracula, I have a question... I want to ask it boldly."

After a long time, Alberto barely recovered, and looked at Dracula who was driving happily and asked tremblingly.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Dracula was in a good mood at the moment and replied casually.

"I just don't quite understand. Since this car can fly...then why did we have to go around so many mountain roads on the way up?" Abotel asked weakly.

He just got carsick and almost vomited...

Newt sat in the back seat, with an expression of recognition on his face, as if he had the same question as Abbertel.

"Oh, this is a question..." Dracula glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, with a slight smile on his lips, "Don't you think it's fun to drive in circles on the mountain road?"

"Just because of... this reason?" Albert's mouth opened wide.

"Of course, otherwise you think I have nothing to do and want to drive in circles on the mountain road?" Dracula said.

'I think you just have nothing to do...' Albertel complained in his heart.

Then, he looked at Newt and said, "Mr. Scamander, you have never been in a Muggle car, right? How come you didn't notice any signs of motion sickness?"

"Actually, I'm quite familiar with Muggle transportation." Hearing Albert's question, Newt's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, "I often took Muggle cruise ships to and from the UK and many other countries..."

"Among them, the one I went to most often was America. At that time, Tina was the director of the Auror Office there, and she often couldn't get away. And I had to look for magical animals everywhere, so I often took a cruise to the United States to meet her. …”

Looking at Newt, whose face was full of happiness, Albert was silent. Almost forty years old and still single, he was hit hard again.

Listening to Newt telling stories about his youth in the car, before he knew it, the fog in front of him became so thick that it was almost impossible to see anything around him.

As the frequency of the white light flashing became higher and higher, the black air that appeared from time to time became heavier, and the atmosphere in the car gradually became depressing.

Newt stopped talking and looked solemnly out the window at the thick fog and the scene of white light and black air.

"I can now confirm that this is not a sight that can be caused by any magical animal." He said softly, "This kind of sacred and pure white light reminds me of a kind of magic -"

"Patronus Charm!"

"You are right, Mr. Scamander." Dracula nodded slightly, "It can be seen that whether it is fog, white light or black gas, it all leaks from a gap on the top of the mountain. "

"Then this gap is the entrance for us to explore the truth!"

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