The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Regardless of whether he is different, it would be nice to let the Greek Minister of Magic live in peace!

Now, the despicable Haierbo has been wiped out. Even if a weak soul has a Horcrux, if it wants to be resurrected again, it will have to accumulate at least a few more years of strength, and it will not be a worry for a while.

As for the decline of the Greek magic world, it is also closely related to Hai Erbo——

Only by finding the hiding place of Haierbo's Horcrux and completely destroying Haierbo, can Andros be freed from the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus; The root cause of the decline of the Greek magic world will be completely eliminated when the waves are countered.

Dracula has no good solution for this either.

He could only promise that Andros would try his best to help find Haierbo's Horcrux, but he was not sure that he could find it.

After all, more than 2000 years have passed, and who knows where a cunning dark wizard will keep a Horcrux?

In addition, what makes Dracula most curious now is the relationship between the black air left by Hai Erbo and Mo Ran.

This matter has been handed over to experts like Nicole Flamel for analysis, and it shouldn't take long to get

It is concluded that there is no need for Dracula and the others to continue to stay in this secret realm.

From this point of view, the main tasks that need to be completed here have almost been carried out, and now there is nothing else worth staying for a few people.

So Dracula bid farewell to Andros very freely, and sat on the silver Rolls-Royce parked on the clean ground again.

"Are you seated?" He looked at Newt's Albertel sitting in the back through the rearview mirror, and asked with a chuckle.

Abertel, who already had experience in driving, narrowed his eyes, quickly pulled the seat belt on and fastened it, and tightly grasped the handrail by the door with both hands, then nodded nervously to Dracula.

Dracula couldn't help laughing, he flipped a few buttons on the dashboard, and started the car steadily.

The "little angel" logo on the front hood has changed just like when it came——

The pair of wings behind the "little angel" slowly swelled, expanded, and stretched out, and finally split into two unconnected ones.

One wing is attached to the left side of the body and the other is opposite it.Both wings flapped simultaneously.

A soft breeze blew from under the wings, blowing small ripples on the watery ground, shining brightly under the light of Andros' silver-white patron saint.

Dracula stretched out his hand out the window and waved to Andros from afar.

He looked at the red-haired figure of Andros in the ancient Greek wrap robe in the side mirror, and suddenly thought of the purpose of coming here in the first place——

At the very beginning, Dracula just felt a little bored, and wanted to find some old friends who were still alive, maybe just want to chat with them and reminisce about the old days.

Who would have thought that this trip to Greece unexpectedly experienced so many things:

Help Andros destroy the dastardly Herbo; meet Newt Scamander, who plays a large role in Nico Flamel's tale; discover the truth about the decline of the Greek wizarding world...

"It can only be said that this trip is not in vain."

Dracula chuckled, without any further hesitation, and pressed another button on the dashboard——

One after another, mysterious ancient runic symbols appeared on the car body, car windows, and even the bottom of the car, connecting with each other, forming a glowing runic circuit, wrapping the entire car.

The next moment, the silver car lifted off the ground and flew towards the upside-down Mount Olympus in the sky.

……

Passing through the constantly rotating magic circle on the top of the mountain, there was another burst of heaven and earth spinning.

The direction of the world seemed to be reversed again, Olympus suddenly turned around, and the majestic mountains stood on the flat land, just like when they came here.

Looking out of the window to the majestic Mount Olympus, I can see that the thick fog that came when I came has all dispersed, and there are no longer black air and white lights that flicker from time to time on the top of the mountain.

A bright beam of light shone from behind the ridge, piercing the distant sky like a sword, and illuminating the snowflakes on the entire summit of Mount Olympus.

The colors of Olympus became clearer—

The top of the mountain is a piece of snow-white; a distance below becomes wood ocher formed by green rocks and soil; continuing down, you can see a large number of artificially paved light gray, and the rare dark green that represents vegetation in winter.

Accompanied by the transition of several colors one by one, Dracula parked the car at the foot of Mount Olympus.

Several members of the Greek Ministry of Magic had been waiting there anxiously.

"Minister Albert, do you know? The vision on the top of the mountain has disappeared!" One of the younger brothers rushed to announce the good news with excitement as soon as he saw Albert getting off Dracula's Rolls-Royce , "We still won after all!"

"Yes, we did win... we didn't use any venues to win." Abertel has now been through the storm with Dracula, and at this moment, facing the excited little brother, he expressed his calmness.

"Calm down, all of you, don't let others see the joke!" He suddenly reprimanded loudly, "I really don't understand why our Greek Ministry of Magic recruited you useless guys, and you make a fuss when encountering small things."

After being scolded by Abertel, the younger brothers all looked at him blankly and aggrieved.

They thought to themselves: "Didn't you make the most fuss before? We saw such abnormal weather and thought it was a normal phenomenon, but Mr. Minister was in a hurry, thinking that the Greek magic world was about to be in trouble..."

Of course, they didn't say what they thought in their hearts, but the dissatisfaction on their expressions was quite obvious.

Chapter 150: Dracula Finally Remembered the Basilisk

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"Of course," Newt nodded with a smile, "I've long wanted to see the legendary magical animals like vampire bats, ghost blood vines, and bloody crows in Brown Castle."

"I won't let you down, Mr. Scamander." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth and started the car again. "Greece is not too far from Romania, and it won't be long before we arrive."

Dracula now has a pretty good impression of Newt.

He wasn't unhappy that Newt had discovered his identity as a vampire, but instead he had a deeper understanding of the image of the magizoologist.

From what Newt said, it can be seen that as early as the first time he saw Dracula, he had already doubted Dracula's identity because of the details of his appearance.

When he saw the way Dracula got along with the legendary invincible Andros, this doubt basically turned into affirmation.

However, Newt did not easily expose Dracula's identity as a vampire, but instead endured the curiosity in his heart.

It wasn't until Dracula invited him to visit the private castle, ready to take the initiative to reveal his identity to Newt, that the magizoologist finally expressed his guess.

What's more, Newt did not expose Dracula's identity in front of others.

Instead, it was only when Dracula and Newt were alone after Albertel left that Newt was willing to tell Dracula his guess.

Among them, there is no lack of reminders to Dracula, so that he can carry out a more perfect disguise.

From the various performances of Newt, it can be seen that this gentle magizoologist does not have the prejudice against dark creatures such as vampires that wizards often have, but will take care of other people's emotions very considerately, whether those people are wizards or not. any other race.

"You seem to be very good at taking care of other people's emotions, Mr. Scamander."

Dracula held the steering wheel in front of him with one hand, propped his other elbow on the edge of the car window, leaning on the side of his face, and said to Newt, who was sitting in the co-pilot, with a chuckle.

It seems that Mount Olympus absorbed too much dense fog. After the fog cleared, the sky in Greece became very clean, like blue velvet. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, and the sky was smudged layer upon layer.

Dracula didn't like the sunny weather.

Fortunately, after Newt guessed his identity, he didn't need to pretend any more, and directly turned on the anti-ultraviolet function attached to the car glass to the maximum.

Now each piece of glass has turned into the same color as Dracula's special sunglasses, blocking all the sunlight out of the car window, and not letting a single ray of ultraviolet rays hit Dracula's body.

"Not really?" Newt still hugged his old-fashioned suitcase, sitting in a somewhat restrained luxurious seat, with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Very few people comment on me like that, and I have always been good at perceiving other people's emotions. It’s easy to be slow.”

"I remember... Tina, Jacob, they like to say I'm an elm head."

As he spoke, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Dracula glanced at Newt with great interest, and asked curiously, "I know Tina is your wife, so Jacob is...?"

"Jacob Kowalski, a Muggle." Newt showed a smile, "He is a friend I met in America back then, a very good person."

"Oh, that's right, I remember the story Nicole told me about the global wizarding war, and there was indeed a very important Muggle in it." Dracula nodded clearly, "Mr. Kowalski is that The Chosen Melon, right?"

"The Chosen Melon? You can say that." Newt smiled knowingly.

"You may not know that when Tina and I were not together, Jacob once told me very seriously not to describe her eyes as salamanders."

Newt couldn't help thinking about the past, and there seemed to be a twinkle in his eye.

"But I couldn't help it in the end... because I couldn't think of anything more beautiful than a salamander poking out of the water."

"Then you are indeed an elm-head, Mr. Scamander." Dracula said happily, "so what happened in the end, Ms. Goldstein did not

Did they give you a blank stare? "

"No, she didn't." Newt smiled a little shyly, "I never thought that Tina actually read my book... Before I finished the scene, she raised the salamander herself. out."

Dracula's expression of waiting to see a joke froze on his face.

"It turns out that this magizoologist is showing affection..."

Dracula looked back at Newt speechlessly, and saw that he was immersed in the memories of the good past, and couldn't help curling his lips.

The car galloped fast in the air, and the mountains under the blue sky were like waves, and the white clouds were left behind one by one, as if blown away by the refreshing wind.

Dracula looked along the open and flat plain ahead, and saw a dense forest.

"Wait, I remember that there should not be such a large forest on the route I planned in advance to Romania." He said with some doubts.

Dracula lightly stepped on the brakes, slowing down the speed of the vehicle.

Newt also recovered from his past memories at this time, looking through the dark car window at the almost endless forest in the distance.

After thinking for a while, he casually took out a compass from his pocket, skillfully placed it flat in front of his eyes, and observed the direction of the car.

"Do you still carry a compass with you, Mr. Scamander?" Dracula glanced at him curiously.

"I've been looking for magical animals in various places for a long time, and it would be very troublesome for me not to bring some practical things." Newt explained, "Many small things made by Muggles are very useful, such as this small compass. "

"As long as you don't touch a place with a particularly strong magic power reaction, and you can judge the magnetic field normally, then this little thing will be quite useful."

He looked at the direction on the compass, and the "N" representing north was slightly to the right of the two of them.

"If we started from Mount Olympus, we should be heading due north, which is the correct direction to go to Romania through Bulgaria." Newt said, "Now we are heading a little bit westward."

Dracula glanced at the compass, and had to admit that he and Newt had been chatting too vigorously, not paying attention to the specific direction of travel.

"I don't know when we started to deviate from the direction, or we can use this to judge where we are now." He sighed slightly, "Now I don't know how far to the east to get the direction right."

"Is it really possible to apparate directly to Romania?"

Dracula was a little reconciled to the deviation from the direction.

Anyway, this is also the first time he has used his modified car to carry passengers, and he has officially invited the guests to Dracula's Castle.

What is the difference between this and the nobles in the past who arranged carriages to receive distinguished guests, but the carriage got lost halfway?No inviter can accept such a thing happening!

If only because of the wrong direction, the two of them could only go to Dracula's castle through the way of wizards like apparition, wouldn't he be quite embarrassing?