Hogwarts vampire professor

Abotel was greatly stimulated this time, and it seemed that he would not be able to recover easily.

Andros also went to accompany him and squatted by the low wall, looking sympathetically at the Greek Minister of Magic who was worried about the Greek magic world and was bald.

Newt sighed pitifully, then turned his gaze to Dracula next to him.

"Professor Dracula, can you take me inside those buildings?" he asked. "I vaguely feel some familiar atmosphere from here. I'm not sure what it is yet. I need to get close contact."

"Of course it's no problem." Dracula glanced at Newt curiously and agreed casually, "But how can a place like this that has been closed for thousands of years have such a familiar atmosphere to you?"

"I'm curious too." Newt said softly, but his expression looked a little solemn.

Dracula and Newt randomly selected an ancient Greek-style temple and walked in, standing on a flat marble surface.

The two of them passed through a square hall and arrived at the sanctuary inside the temple. When they looked up, they could see a tall, gold-encrusted statue standing in front of the sanctuary.

Dracula couldn't tell which statue it was, but he could only see that the carving master's level of carving was quite high.

"How's it going, Mr. Scamander, have you found a scent that feels familiar to you?" Dracula looked at Newt and asked.

"There is indeed a familiar atmosphere, I can feel it is nearby." Newt walked on the marble floor and closed his eyes to feel it.

In this temple, a faint wisp of black energy quietly wrapped around his body, seeming to devour and eat away at him...

Newt suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the thick corrosive black air surrounding him.

"Or not just near us, but everywhere around us, there is that familiar atmosphere." He raised his voice and said to Dracula, "I know, Obscurus has this kind of atmosphere! "

"Isn't this the power of the dementors absorbed by Haierbo? What does it have to do with Obscurus?" Dracula frowned.

He opened his slender fingers and grabbed a strand of black energy. He made several circles with his hands like a rope, wrapping the endless black energy around him into a ball, and held it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

"Is this power similar to the Obscurus?" Dracula asked curiously, "It's been a while since I've seen such a rare thing as the Obscurus. I'm not sure what its form of power is. .”

Newt was silent for a moment, then suddenly placed his inseparable old-fashioned suitcase on the ground and pressed two buttons.

As soon as he opened the button of the box, a small yellow paw pulled out of the box.

"No, Teddy, go back quickly. I'm not here to find you!" Newt quickly grabbed Xiu Xiu's neck and lifted him up, "I'm not sure if there are any other dangers here, so don't run around! "

Dracula watched with interest as Newt put the sniffing Teddy back into the suitcase with all his efforts, then waved his wand and took out a transparent magic bubble from the suitcase.

There is a black fluid-like substance in this transparent bubble, swaying in the air from time to time.

"This is... an Obscurus?" Dracula looked at the black fluid-like substance wrapped in transparent bubbles and asked in surprise, "Where did you keep it from? I remember that when the host of the Obscurus died, the Obscurus It will also dissipate accordingly.”

"This must have happened more than sixty years ago." Newt explained softly with a strong sense of reminiscence in his eyes, "I met an Obscurial in Sudan at that time, and she trusted me very much."

"I still remember that when I tried my best to separate Obscurus from the girl's body, she looked at me with encouraging eyes and asked me to let go."

"But I still failed to live up to her expectations and failed to save her in the end..."

"You are already amazing, Mr. Scamander." Dracula began to console him, "Oscurus is originally an extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark force that often attacks explosively and then disappears... …”

"As far as I know, the Obscurus is rarely willing to trust others, even the closest relatives. The little Sudanese girl can trust you and is even willing to let you help separate the Obscurus in her body. This is already true. It shows her attitude towards you."

"It's all long gone, Mr. Scamander," Dracula said.

"Yes, these things have long since passed." Newt sighed and shook his head, "The most important thing now is the matter in front of me."

He looked deeply into Dracula's eyes, "Professor Dracula, through this Obscurus, can you tell the similarity between the two energies?"

Dracula waved slightly, and the transparent bubbles in front of Newt flew over lightly.

However, when the Obscurus in the bubble gradually approached Dracula, he seemed to feel a strong pressure faintly coming from Dracula. The Obscurus seemed to be suddenly touched, and a sudden fluctuation occurred.

"Professor Dracula, wait a minute!" Newt shouted in shock.

If Obscurus is allowed to break out at this time, it is likely to consume the few remaining powers that have gone through it for decades.

Newt didn't want to let the last trace of that Sudanese girl disappear in the world!

At this moment, Dracula raised his hand and pressed down on the transparent bubble.

Obscurus in the bubble seemed to have his emotions suppressed immediately, and he immediately stayed peacefully in the bubble where he was.

"Don't worry, Mr. Scamander, I'm measured." Dracula curled his lips at Newt.

Then, he put the sphere formed by the black gas in his hand and the transparent bubble containing the Obscurus together, and carefully compared the similarities between the two.

"There do seem to be many similarities." Dracula frowned, "Whether it is energy attributes, colors, or characteristics, they all have a very similar flavor..."

"But it shouldn't be... One of them is caused by the riot of magic power in the wizard's body, and the other is the remnant of the dementor's power absorbed by Haierbo. There shouldn't be such a strong one between the two. It’s just the similarities…”

"If these two powers are really similar to this extent, does it mean that the magic power of wizards and the power of dementors reach the same goal by different routes?"

Dracula was thinking incomprehensibly, looking at the two different power systems placed side by side in the air, his eyes wandering.

"Professor Dracula, could it be that when the despicable Herbo absorbed the power of the Dementors, he changed the form of the Dementors' power——" Newt asked, "Helbo changed it into A form of power that is more easily absorbed by wizards, so it is similar to the power of Obscurus?"

"Probably not." Dracula shook his head and said, "Because this kind of black energy is not a power suitable for wizards to absorb. It would be a bit redundant to specifically transfer the power of dementors in this way and then absorb it."

"Of course, we can't completely rule out this possibility. We can make more observations."

As he spoke, Dracula took out a mirror engraved with a phoenix from his pocket and pressed a button on it.

Nico Flamel's face appeared on the mirror.

"Tell me, you old guy, what do you need my help with?" Seeing Dracula's face, Flamel seemed to be in a good mood and said in a brisk tone, "I'm enjoying a play! Is there anything you can tell me? Come on, let me see how I can help you."

"How do you know I'm here to help you?" Dracula raised his eyebrows, "Can't I suddenly want to chat with you?"

"Don't I understand you, old guy?" LeMay said confidently, "When did you want to chat with me and you didn't just parachute to me? Some time ago, I almost did it to prevent you from running around and scaring others. I don’t dare go out to watch dramas anymore.”

"Ahem...is it so obvious?" Dracula coughed awkwardly, "In this case, you can help me check this energy with your instruments..."

He threw the black air that formed into a ball in front of the mirror.

"Let's focus on analyzing the similarities and differences between it and the Obscurus." Dracula said to the mirror, "Mr. Scamander and I are not in sufficient condition now to find the specific energy difference between the two. .”

"No problem, you can just throw it into my workshop on the second floor." Flamel smiled softly, "So... Is Newt also with you?"

Dracula tilted the mirror more in Newt's direction.

When Newt saw the white-haired figure in the mirror, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and then he laughed in surprise.

"Nico, long time no see." He waved to the mirror.

"Newt, Perenal asked me some time ago! She asked Newt and Tina why they haven't come to Paris to visit us two old bones for so long." Nico Flamel said to Newt with some complaints. , "Have we known each other for a long time and our feelings have faded?"

"Of course not, Nico!" Newt explained shyly, "It's just that I'm busy traveling around the world, collecting materials for the new version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"; Tina and her good friend Lally are also there Busy preparing new teaching materials for Yin Falamoni."

"Don't worry, after this period of work is over, we will definitely take Rolf to visit you and Perenal."

"Then we have a deal! Perenal and I are waiting for your arrival in Paris!" Nico Flamel said happily.

Then he looked at Dracula who was watching the show, "Brad, and you! Don't just go around looking for fun, remember to come and visit us two old bones!"

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Dracula shrugged nonchalantly.

At the same time, he casually snapped his fingers, threw a ball of black gas in his hand into a dim moonlight, and teleported it to Flamel's safe house on Rue Morency in Paris.

"You left that black air at home, don't just watch your drama and forget about it!" Dracula chuckled.

"Of course, you don't need to remind me!" Flamel waved his hand angrily, "Go and do your business, don't delay me from watching this play."

After that, he took the initiative to disconnect the mirrors, and before completely disconnecting them, he did not forget to add:

"You two, don't forget to come visit us two old bones often!"

Dracula and Newt both looked at the energetic old man with a smile, watching his figure disappear from the mirror.

"Nico seems to be in good spirits." Newt smiled happily.

"Isn't that right? When he thinks that I am still trying to have fun after living such a boring life, he becomes full of motivation to live again." Dracula chuckled and shook his head.

"After all, his love for drama has never changed, and the Muggle world is constantly launching new dramas. His joy in life has never disappeared."

Who would have thought that at this time last year, this old man was still discussing with another old man, hoping to use the Sorcerer's Stone as bait to lure Voldemort into taking the bait, and then prepare to take this opportunity to die?

'If Nico was really allowed to sleep forever, it would be very difficult to find an expert who can analyze magical energy now...' Dracula thought to himself.

"Let's go and see how those two guys are doing outside." He chuckled, shook his head, and took the lead towards the outskirts of the temple.

A silver light representing the patron saint shines into the square hall of the temple, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Dracula and Newt walked side by side towards the low wall where Albert and Andros were, and looked at the bald Minister of Magic for the Greek wizarding world.

"How's it going, Minister Albert?" Dracula glanced at Andros first, then raised the corners of his mouth and asked.

Andros looked up at Dracula and Newt who were walking from a distance, and spread his hands towards them, which meant that Abotel was still struggling and showed no signs of recovery.

Dracula raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Abotel.

"I thought as a Minister of Magic, your ability to withstand stress should not be so weak, right?" He asked with interest.

Albertel raised his head with a numb expression, glanced at the silver-haired figure in front of him, and then lowered his eyes with a dull expression.

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"What can I do?" He said with a heavy tone, "When I found out that no matter how hard I tried, the Greek magic world would inevitably decline... Can I have any other emotions besides despair?"

"What other emotions can there be? Of course it's to let yourself go..." Dracula was interrupted by Newt before he finished speaking enthusiastically.

Newt pulled Ladgula's sleeve with some complaint, squatted down, and looked straight into Albert's eyes.

"Abertelle, I can see that you are a very responsible Minister of Magic." He said softly, "But some things are beyond our ability to handle. No matter how hard we try, it is useless. I can understand your despair!”

"I always felt this powerless when facing Grindelwald."

"So how did you face this emotion at that time, Mr. Scamander?" Albert's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Newt chuckled.

"I choose to trust my other companions!" he said.

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