The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Then with a flick of his wand, he applied a silent Oblivion Charm to the Muggle man.

The Muggle man immediately forgot about finding his car, and left the area around the corner in a daze.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Scamander." Albertel forced a smile.

"Minister Albertel, didn't your Greek Ministry of Magic cast the Muggle Repelling Curse on Mount Olympus?" Putting away his wand, Newt frowned slightly as he watched the Muggle man go away.

"Under the condition of not being sure about the specific situation here, using the Muggle Repelling Curse to protect the safety of Muggles and prevent the official affairs of the Ministry of Magic from being interfered by Muggles, this should be the most basic and common way of doing things, right?"

"Um... here we still have to deal with the level of magic in Greece, we don't have enough staff!" Albertel said helplessly, "There are not many members in the Greek Ministry of Magic, and some of them can use the Muggle Repelling Curse." Even less."

"And the scope of Mount Olympus is really too big. Even if our wizards work overtime day and night, they can't cover the entire mountain area with the Muggle Repelling Curse in a short time..."

"Then you haven't negotiated well with the Muggle government?" Newt continued, "Tell the Muggle government to send troops to garrison this area to prevent

to prevent civilians from approaching; at the same time, some "experts" can be arranged to explain the danger of the anomalous phenomenon of Mount Olympus. "

"Or...the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government on your side is as bad as America's, and there is no possibility of communication?"

After all, Newt is also a 90-year-old man with a lot of experience; in addition, his brother Theseus Scamander was once the head of the Ministry of Magic, so his way of doing things in the magic world can be considered quite familiar.

When he saw the unprofessional behavior of the Greek Ministry of Magic, he immediately picked out a lot of problems with them, and pointed out many good solutions.

"Our relationship with the Muggle government is not as bad as America's." Albertel was even more helpless, "But the power of the Greek Ministry of Magic is too small, they don't listen to me!"

"I have already notified the Greek president called Constantine a few days ago, and asked them to put martial law on Mount Olympus to prevent accidents."

"But that Muggle president is not happy! What did he say... Greece's economic development model is inseparable from tourism. Tourism provides nearly one-fifth of GDP, and Olympus is Greece The head of the tourism industry...is a mess, I can't remember clearly."

"In short, the Muggles resolutely disagree with the martial law on Mount Olympus. So our Ministry of Magic really has no choice..."

Newt was silent for a moment, then gave Abertel a sympathetic look.

"You guys are really good enough... the conditions are tough." He hesitated for a long time before he said such a euphemistic evaluation.

At the same time, Dracula has already disposed of the BMW car sent by the boy who donated money.

He casually used a repairing spell to repair the bumper that the Muggle man said could only be repaired for twenty-five thousand dollars, and then burned all the useless things in the car, so that the car looked pretty good The BMW 850Ci pocketed.

Dracula is going to use this car to transform into a more unique magically modified car when he is bored, and he can change it for a drive from time to time.

"So what are you missing now? Just cover the mountain with the Muggle Repelling Curse?" He asked after he put away the car and walked up to Newt and Albert.

""Only"? Do you think this matter is too simple?" Albertel questioned, "In such a vast area of ​​Mount Olympus, even if it is a simple spell, it is not just a few people. fully covered."

"But this matter is indeed very simple." Dracula smiled with interest.

Albert frowned, his face full of disbelief, thinking that Dracula was just bragging to him.

So Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, a hidden and colorless ripple centered on Dracula, quietly caressed the bodies of Abertel and Newt, and extended to the periphery of the mountain.

If you look down from a high altitude, you may be able to see such a magical scene——

Countless Muggles were either driving their cars, or holding up their cameras to take pictures of Mount Olympus, or climbing up this majestic mountain talking and laughing...

However, at the same time, they took back what they were doing at the same time, put away the luggage and backpacks around them, and hurried away from the inside of the mountain to the outside as if thinking of something urgent.

"Mr. Minister...Mr. Minister, can you hear me? over."

A younger brother's voice suddenly came from the inner pocket of Albert's clothes.

He took out a walkie-talkie procured from a Muggle from his inner pocket and pressed the button deftly.

"You can hear it, you can hear it, please put, over."

Seeing the weird gazes of Dracula and Newt, Alberto smiled awkwardly, and said in a low voice:

"Isn't this a problem with the level of magic, which can only be made up for by other things..."

Then, the younger brother's voice came again from the walkie-talkie:

"Mr. Minister, there is an abnormal situation on the outskirts of Mount Olympus. A large number of Muggles who were originally staying in the interior of the mountain left the Mount Olympus area at almost the same time. The specific reason is not clear yet. Over."

"receive

, received, over. "

Albertel slowly moved the walkie-talkie away from his mouth, and looked at Dracula with extreme astonishment and even a little horror.

"You... that Muggle banishment spell you just cast really covered the entire Mount Olympus?!"

"Malaka! It's even silent casting plus wandless casting!

"

The Greek Minister of Magic even swears.

"The magic world is huge, and there are always things you can't think of, Mr. Minister."

Dracula chuckled and sat back on his Rolls-Royce.

"Besides, if there is nothing important, I suggest you leave as soon as possible." He waved his hand to Newt and Albertel, "This matter on the top of the mountain is not something you can easily handle."

Chapter 140: The Secret Realm on the Top of the Mountain

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Seeing that Dracula was about to drive away, Albert was in a hurry.

This wizard who was born and bred in Greece has never seen such an exaggerated situation - in the case of silent and wandless spellcasting, he was able to make the Muggle expulsion spell cover the entire Mount Olympus, and it seemed very easy look.

Such a thick thigh, how can you not hug it when you have the opportunity?

But the problem is, Albertel didn't find a suitable reason to hug his thigh, and he didn't feel that his status as the Minister of Magic of a small country would be taken seriously by this thigh...

That being the case, he can only use the identity of another thigh beside him to pretend to be a tiger.

"Your Excellency, don't rush away!" Albertel called Dracula.

"Do you know who this is next to me? This is the most prestigious magizoologist in the wizarding world, Mr. Newt Scamander." He said solemnly, "Where he is, anyone who is concerned about Fantastic Beasts questions won't bother us!"

"One more person is more power, especially such a top magizoologist. Don't you think so, sir?"

Dracula hit the brakes.

Hearing this name, his interest suddenly rose.

"Newt Scamander?" Dracula poked his head out of the car window, looking at the old man with freckles and wild gray hair with interest, "So you defeated the black man 50 years ago. The great hero of the wizard Grindelwald?"

"That was a long time ago." Newt smiled shyly and clenched his hands holding the suitcase tightly.

Even after all these years, Newt still doesn't take for granted his role in the Global Wizarding War.

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

"Don't be humble, Mr. Scamander, I've heard your story." Dracula shook his head with a chuckle, and reversed the car back to Newt and Albertel, "When I asked about that part When it comes to the times, that old guy Nico often praises you."

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

He carefully looked at Dracula's appearance, seeing that Dracula's face did not look like he could be more than 30 years old, and his expression was a little dazed.

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

"Just call me Dracula," Dracula said.

Unless it is a particularly close friend, such as Nicole Flamel, or the four founders of Hogwarts back then, Dracula has always been used to telling them his last name, and he does not like to be called him name.

"Dracula?!"

Hearing this surname, Minister Albertel who was standing aside suddenly jumped up.

"Are you the first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts to be re-elected to the second term in decades?!" He asked in surprise.

It's no wonder that Albertel made a fuss, because during this time Dracula's reputation has spread to the top levels of various countries.

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

And Hogwarts' strange things about the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts have actually not only attracted the attention of the UK's local wizarding community, but also attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic and magic schools all over the world.

When a subject that has never had a professor who can be re-elected for decades suddenly has a professor who has successfully entered the second year, the world immediately became curious about Dracula, who turned out to be a character. And immediately launched a lot of inquiry and investigation.

Although the Greek Ministry of Magic is weak, it is still possible to simply inquire about some news on a daily basis.

Abertel, who is the Minister of Magic of Greece, naturally also learned about Dracula's identity through his own news channel.

In addition, the surname Dracula is extremely rare in the magic world. After comparing the most basic information such as silver hair, burgundy eyes, and cynical personality, the person sitting in the Rolls-Royce in front of him identity is good

identified.

Albertel suddenly remembered that just half an hour ago, when Newt hadn't sent his grandson away with the Portkey, he had discussed Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts with his grandson Scamander. professor thing.

He couldn't believe that the person he talked 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 the surprised Abertel, "I feel that I have been quite low-key recently."

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

"I'm afraid you may have misunderstood the word low-key..." he said helplessly, "not to mention other issues of conduct, the fact that he was re-elected to the second year alone has attracted much attention..."

"Is that right?"

Dracula rested his elbows on the car window, supported his side face with his right hand, and thought silently.

A strand of silver hair hung on the back of his hand, and was gently blown by the refreshing mountain wind with moisture outside the window.

Looking at Dracula's drooping eyelids and sharp profile, Abertel swallowed involuntarily.

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

"I still want to marry a wife before the age of 40. What's the point of staring at a man like this!" Albertel took a deep breath, "Although this man is indeed a bit handsome..."

He sneaked a glance at Newt next to him, only to find that Newt was also staring at Dracula's side face motionlessly, with great concentration.

"Mr. Scamander, do you also think that His Excellency Dracula's handsomeness is a bit of a violation?" Albertel asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Newt took a while to react, and turned his head to look at Albertel puzzled, "Well... yes, Professor Dracula's appearance is indeed handsome enough."

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