Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

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:

"No, no, my question, you must be the 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—

"Obliviate."

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.

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 with the Muggle government?" Newt continued, "Tell the Muggle government to send troops to garrison this area to prevent civilians from approaching; at the same time, you can also arrange some 'experts' to explain the abnormality of Mount Olympus." The danger of the phenomenon."

"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 a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, so he is quite familiar with the way the magic world works. 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'? 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."

"Received, 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."

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