The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Malaka, today is really bad luck!"

The man cursed secretly, and began to dance and gesture.

While rubbing his thumb and index finger in the air, he stammered a few English words he knew.

"Money! Money!" the Muggle man said with difficulty, his face turned red from being suppressed, "You... bang! My car... No use!"

You can tell he's trying to convey that Dracula crashed his car and needs to lose money.

Dracula leaned on the back of the comfortable driving seat, watching him with interest, as if watching a play, and didn't reply a word for a long time.

When the Muggle man was gesticulating for a long time, and his mouth was completely dry, Newt, who stood by and watched for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and gestured to Albertel.

"Minister Albertel, I think they can't communicate normally, why don't you act as an interpreter for them?" The kind and simple magizoologist couldn't stand by after all.

"Why? Isn't this interesting?" Albertel didn't quite agree with his thoughts.

No matter how far behind the Greek magic circle was in the world, as the Minister of Magic who was regarded as a "high-ranking" magician, being provoked by Muggles still made him a little angry.

"Now is not the time to watch a show." Newt shook his head. "This Mr. Wizard who is driving the car should also come to investigate the abnormal situation of Mount Olympus. Hurry up to solve the problem and get down to business."

Only then did Albertel reluctantly stepped forward, and came in front of Dracula and the Muggle man.

"What's going on here?" he asked the Muggle man in Greek.

Then he looked at Dracula again, and asked in English: "Mr. Wizard, are you also here to investigate the abnormal situation in Mount Olympus these days?"

Before Dracula could reply, the Muggle man saw Albertel, who could speak Greek, as if he had seen a savior.

At this time, he didn't care whether Albert was a transvestite, and grabbed the arm of the Minister of Magic and said:

"Talk to this man quickly, he crashed my car and must pay for it!"

Afterwards, he specifically pointed to his car logo, "Did you see this BM? It crashed my car, and it will cost at least [-] US dollars to repair it. That's not counting a series of other losses such as depreciation..."

Alberto looked at the Muggle man who started talking again, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he immediately didn't want to act as an interpreter for him.

The man still didn't realize it, and it still took several minutes to end his long speech:

"If you don't know how to drive, don't come to this kind of mountainous area, don't you think so? If you get into a car accident, you will lose money. This is a matter of course!"

Even if he no longer wants to help this person emotionally, but after all, the psychology of doing business overwhelms his personal emotions.

Albertel took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Dracula who was still in the car, and prepared to simply translate a few words of the Muggle man.

However, at this moment, Dracula suddenly spoke——

"Unfortunately, I really don't know how to drive." With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said in fluent Greek, "Today happens to be my first day on the road, and it's normal to have any traffic accidents. Be considerate."

Albertel: "???"

Muggle man: "?!

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"Malaka, are you kidding me?!" The Muggle man was furious, "I see, you pretended not to understand for so long just to see me make a fool of myself, right?!"

"You guessed it right." Dracula shrugged. "I've been a little bored recently. It's quite interesting to see a Muggle swearing here."

"Malaka, bastard!"

The Muggle man was so angry that he clenched his fists and was about to rush up to fight Dracula.

Albertel quickly stopped him, and at the same time secretly cast a spell on him to calm his emotions,

Let him calm down a little.

The down-to-earth Greek Minister of Magic was genuinely worried that this wizard out of nowhere would try to use dark magic on this annoying Muggle... although he had the urge to do so himself.

"Okay, everyone, calm down." Albertel acted as a peacemaker, "Our main purpose is to resolve this incident, so don't be too impulsive."

The Muggle man who was calmed down by the magic finally calmed down, but his determination to ask for money remained unwavering.

"850 US dollars, without this amount, my car can't be repaired!" He stretched out three fingers and said to Dracula, "My car is a BMW [-]Ci, sorry you haven't seen this luxurious car before! "

After hearing the number, Albertel quietly counted with his fingers.

Chapter 140 Six

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Seeing the logo of Dracula's car, the Muggle man suddenly thought of retreating.

He has already discovered that this silver-haired man is more than just able to drive a Rolls-Royce... A million-dollar car crashes as soon as it is said, and the behavior of not feeling distressed or caring is just right. It was the source of his fear.

"Ahem... I thought about it, and suddenly felt that the [-]-[-] liability is not very reasonable." The Muggle man immediately changed his words, "Actually, the damage to our two cars is similar, so it's better to retire each of us." step--"

"That's it, otherwise it will be treated as if we owe nothing to each other, and I will suffer a little bit, and you won't have to pay me the repair fee of [-] dollars..."

Saying this, it seemed that he himself felt wronged. Before Dracula could respond, he got into the car again, started the car at the fastest speed in his life, and drove away from the scene in a flash.

"Your Excellency, did you just let this Muggle go?" Abertel looked at the car where the Muggle man disappeared at the corner of the road, and asked a little depressed, "Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

"Of course I have to teach him a lesson. After all, I've always been a narrow-minded guy." Dracula smiled evilly, and turned to look at the corner on the other side of the mountain road.

Newt and Albertel followed Dracula's gaze to look at the corner, and the direction of that corner was exactly opposite to the place where the Muggle man disappeared.

Just when the two were puzzled, suddenly a black car came out from that corner, and if you look closely, you can still see its sunken front bumper...

"Is this the car from just now?" Newt asked in surprise.

The next moment, his question was answered——

Inside the open window of the black BMW sedan, a middle-aged man was looking at the Rolls-Royce and Newt on the side of the road with an expression of disbelief, and at the same time stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes blankly.

If this is not the Muggle man just now, who is it?

The black car sped past again, and once again disappeared at the corner where it disappeared the previous time.

"Um... Your Excellency, I suddenly remembered, isn't it inappropriate to use magic to teach Muggles like this?" Albertel didn't remember his status as the Minister of Magic of Greece until then, "This violates the "International The Wizarding Union Statute of Secrecy..."

"As long as the two of you don't speak out, who would know that I violated the "Secrecy Act"?" Dracula said nonchalantly.

"That's true..." Albertel nodded, and then realized something was wrong, "No, I'm also the Minister of Magic, how can I take the lead in covering up?"

"But didn't you just say you were going to teach this Muggle a lesson?" Dracula glanced at him.

"A moment of anger...just an angry word." Albertel wiped the sweat from his bald forehead.

Not long after, the black BMW car emerged from the previous corner again.

The Muggle man in the car looked at the silver Rolls-Royce by the side of the road, his eyes widened in shock.

"Malaka?!"

He slammed on the accelerator and drove away from the previous corner at high speed.

However, 2 minutes later, the Muggle man appeared in front of the three of Dracula again.

"Today... today is really evil!"

Panting, he slammed the steering wheel, turned the car's head with a drift, and turned to the corner where he came, hoping to find a way to leave.

However, 2 minutes later, the black car emerged from the corner it had left before.

After many unscientific experiences, the Muggle man's eyes were already bloodshot, and his face was full of doubts about life.

He slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of Dracula's Rolls-Royce.

"Brother, can I call you big brother?" He was really scared this time, he opened the car door tremblingly, jumped out of the car, "I was blind, and I actually provoked you." Your character..."

"You...you must be the devil who lives in Mount Olympus?"

Seeing that Dracula's eyes became a bit unfriendly, the Muggle man also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly changed his words and said:

"Do not

No no, my question, you must be a god who lives on Mount Olympus! "

He pulled the car keys out of the car, held them in both hands, and handed them to the window of the Rolls-Royce where Dracula was.

"I was really wrong this time, just let me go! I won't be greedy for any compensation for this car anymore, I can give it to you directly!"

The Muggle man's hands were shaking, and the car keys were shaking in his hands, making the sound of metal strings colliding.

Dracula raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the key shaking in his hand.

"Have you thought about it? It may be cheaper to pay a little money alone than to take the whole car in." He chuckled.

"It's okay, I've already decided!" the Muggle man took a deep breath and said loudly.

Now he just wants to get rid of such a wicked place and such a wicked person as soon as possible, and the matter of losing money or losing a car is no longer in his consideration.

"It's okay, I just think it's a bit monotonous to drive this car." Dracula chuckled, and took his car keys from the man, "Since you are still sincere, then you You can go."

"Really...really?" the Muggle man asked in disbelief.

"Of course, don't I still count my words?" Dracula's voice cooled down.

"No, no, no... I didn't question your meaning, I'll go right away... I'll go right away."

The Muggle man didn't even bother to take away the other miscellaneous things in his car. After getting Dracula's consent, he hurriedly ran to the corner where he had returned it several times before.

During the run, he turned his head from time to time to see if he was still trapped in the cycle on the mountain road.

Just as the Muggle man was about to leave the corner and turned his head for the last time, he saw the bald, fancy-dressed, Greek-speaking man pointing at himself with a strange twig—

"Forget everything ()."

After the bald guy uttered such a strange sentence, the Muggle man seemed to have forgotten something suddenly.

"No, where's my car?" He kept looking around and murmured.

Then, he suddenly saw two cars, one black and one silver, side by side on the side of the road in the distance, and a man with silver hair was looking at the black BMW sedan.

"Stop, let go of my car!" the Muggle man yelled angrily.

Dracula froze as he observed the new car.

"Mr. Minister, does your so-called Forgetting Curse only erase half of the memory?" The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Uh... well, you know, our Greek wizards are not very proficient in magic..." Albertel said awkwardly, wiping the cold sweat on his bald head, "and the casting distance is a bit far this time, no So easy to control."

"I have a deep understanding of this." Newt said suddenly with a face of approval.