The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

in this secret

In the environment, countless buildings that the Greek people had spent a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources were copied by wizards in the secret environment.

These buildings are not so much a copy of external buildings, but rather a spiritual projection of external buildings and creatures.

This is also the origin of this magnificent building complex in the secret realm.

Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the beliefs of countless human beings in the gods, and also contain the most ardent expectations of wizards and commoners in the magic world for Andros to defeat Haierbo.

One building after another was used as the foundation of the formation, and they were arranged together to form a magic circle full of magic power, sealing Haierbo's soul in this powerful magic circle.

And the core of the magic circle is the giant patron saint incarnated by Andros!

Chapter 150 Black Qi and Silence in the Second Secret Realm

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Abertel was too stimulated this time, and it seemed that he would not recover so easily.

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

Newt sighed in pity, then turned his gaze to Dracula beside him.

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

"Of course no problem." Dracula gave Newt a curious look, and agreed casually, "However, how can this kind of place that has been closed for thousands of years have something familiar to you?"

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

Dracula led Newt to randomly pick an ancient Greek-style temple and walked in, standing on a flat marble plane.

The two passed through a square hall all the way to the sanctuary inside the temple, and 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 tell that the sculptor's carving level was quite high.

"How is it, Mr. Scamander, have you found a familiar aura?" Dracula looked at Newt and asked.

"There is indeed a familiar smell, and I can feel it is nearby." Newt paced on the marble floor, closing his eyes and feeling it.

In this temple, a wisp of black energy quietly coiled towards his body, as if to engulf him...

Newt suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the thick and corrosive black air around him.

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

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

He stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed a piece of black air, wrapped his hands around a few times like a flower rope, wrapped the endless black air around him into a ball, pulled it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

"Is this kind of power similar to Moran?" Dracula asked curiously, "I haven't seen such a rare thing as Moran for a long time, and I'm not sure what its power form is like." .”

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

As soon as he opened the button of the box, a small yellow claw came out of the box.

"No, Teddy, go back quickly. I'm not here to look for you!" Newt hurriedly picked up Xixiu by the neck, "I'm not sure if there is any other danger here, don't run around! "

Dracula watched with interest as Newt took the painstaking effort to stuff Teddy Niffler back into the case, then flicked his wand and pulled out a transparent magic bubble from the suitcase.

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

"This is... a Moran?" Dracula asked in surprise, looking at the black fluid-like substance wrapped in transparent bubbles, "Where did you keep it? I remember when the host of Moran died, Moran It will also dissipate."

"This should have happened more than 60 years ago." Newt's eyes were full of reminiscence, and he explained softly, "I met a silent person in Sudan at that time, and she trusted me."

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

"But after all, I still failed her expectations, and I couldn't save her in the end..."

"You are already amazing, Mr. Scamander." Dracula said consolingly, "Obscurity is an extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark force. It often attacks explosively and then disappears... ..."

"As far as I know, silent people are rarely willing to trust others, even their closest relatives. That little Sudanese girl can trust you, and is even willing to let you help separate her body

The silence in her heart clearly shows her attitude towards you. "

"It's all over, Mr. Scamander," Dracula said.

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

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

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

However, when Momoran in the bubble gradually approached Dracula, he seemed to feel a strong pressure coming from Dracula's body, Momoran seemed to be touched suddenly, and there was a sudden fluctuation.

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

If Moran erupts at this time, it is likely to consume the few decades of time in it, and the little power left.

Newt didn't want the Sudanese girl from back then to just dissipate the last trace of her existence in the world!

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

Moran in the bubble seemed to be suppressed immediately, and immediately stayed in the bubble he was in.

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

Afterwards, he put together the sphere formed by the black air in his hand and the transparent bubble filled with silence, and carefully compared the similarities between the two.

"It seems that there are indeed many similarities." Dracula frowned, "Whether it is energy attributes, colors, or characteristics, they all have a very similar taste..."

"But it shouldn't be... One of them is caused by the magical force in the wizard's body, and the other is left over from the power of the dementor absorbed by Hai Erbo. There should be no such thing as this between the two." The strong similarity is right..."

"If the two powers are really similar to this extent, does that mean that the magic power of wizards and the power of dementors are the same?"

Dracula was thinking inexplicably, 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 Hai Bo absorbed the power of the dementor, he changed the power form of the dementor—" Newt asked, "Hel Bo made it change into A power form that is easier to be absorbed by wizards, so it has similarities with silent power?"

"Probably not." Dracula shook his head and said, "Because this kind of black energy is not suitable for wizards to absorb, it would be superfluous to deliberately transfer the power of dementors into this form before absorbing it."

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

With that said, Dracula took out a mirror engraved with the phoenix embossment from his pocket, and pressed a button on it.

Nicole Flamel's face emerges in the mirror.

"Tell me, what do you need my help with, you old man?" Seeing Dracula's face, LeMay seemed to be in a good mood, and said briskly, "I'm enjoying the drama! Do you have anything to say? Come on, I'll see how I can help you."

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

"Don't I know you, old man?" Flamel said confidently, "Whenever you wanted to chat with me, didn't you just parachute to me? Some time ago, in order to prevent you from running around and scaring others, I almost I don’t dare to go out to watch dramas.”

"Ahem...is it so obvious?" Dracula coughed in embarrassment, "Well, help me check this energy with your instruments..."

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

"Focus on analyzing the similarities and differences between it and Moran." Dracula said to the mirror, "Mr. Scamander and I are not in sufficient conditions now, and there is no way to find out the specific energy difference between the two .”

"No problem, you can just throw it to my workshop on the second floor." LeMay smiled slightly, "

So... is Newt with you too? "

Dracula tilted the mirror a little in Newt's direction.

When Newt saw the gray-haired figure in the mirror, there was a look of surprise on his face, and then he smiled happily.

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

"Newt, Perenal asked me some time ago! She asked why Newt and Tina haven't come to Paris to visit our two old bones for so long." Nicole Lemay said to Newt with some complaints , "Could it be that we've known each other for a long time, and the relationship has faded?"

"Of course not, Nicole!" Newt explained shyly, "It's just that I was busy traveling around the world collecting material for the new Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; Tina and her good friend Larry were there too. Busy preparing new textbooks for Infamorney."

"Don't worry, we will definitely take Rove to visit you and Perenal after we finish our work for a while."

Chapter 150 Three Come to My Castle as a Guest

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"Trust the other companions?" Alberto opened his eyes suspiciously, looking at Newt's gentle smile.

"That's right, trust our other companions!" Newt repeated this sentence, "Some things bring too much pressure, and we can't handle it well. At this time, there is no need to give yourself too much pressure."

"But you have never been a small person, Mr. Scamander." Albertel said with a wry smile.

"No, compared to those two great wizards standing at the pinnacle of the world, I am indeed just a small person." Newt smiled and shook his head, "There is not much I can do in this general trend of the world. Do your best. Leave the rest to Dumbledore and his companions."

"Minister Albertel, don't you believe that the invincible Mr. Andros can handle the affairs of the Greek magic world well?"

"Me?" Andros was suddenly mentioned next to him, pointing at himself with a look of disbelief.

He didn't seem to have thought about how to deal with the Greek wizarding world at all.

Newt hastily winked at him, signaling Andros to cooperate, and to calm down the miserable Greek Minister of Magic first.

Andros nodded knowingly, and began to pat his chest repeatedly.

"Ah, that's right, I will take action!" He said broadly, "You can rest assured, Albertel. The problems I left will naturally be solved by myself!"

While speaking such confident words, Andros secretly looked at Dracula with helpless eyes, hoping to learn the solution to the problem from his eyes.

However, Dracula spread his hands to him, expressing that he was powerless to help...

Albertel didn't notice Andros's little tricks behind his back.

Hearing Andros' swearing speech, he finally recovered part of his spirit, at least he was no longer as depressed as before.

"Malaka, I've decided! I don't care!" Albertel said in a self-defeating manner.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. It is not easy for a Greek with no ability like me to manage his own Ministry of Magic well. It is asking for trouble if he wants to influence such a major event in the magic world!"

"Yes, that's it, Alberto!" Newt gave him a relieved smile, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, learn to trust your other companions."

"That's right, I'm just a small character, there's no need to worry about such things." Albertel nodded in agreement, "The invincible Andros will solve the problems in the Greek magic world!"

"After all, didn't you choose to let yourself go in the end..."

Looking at Albertel, who has realized the true meaning of life, Dracula fell into deep thought.

He always felt that there seemed to be some differences between the "don't put too much pressure" understood by the Minister of Magic and "trust your companions" as Newt said...

After thinking about the difference for a long time, Dracula felt that it was a bit troublesome, so he decided to put it badly.