Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

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 identities are easily recognizable.

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.

"Sin!" Albertel patted his bald forehead sadly, "Mr. Scamander, you are quite old, and your wife is still waiting for you at home!"

Newt turned his head again, his expression even more puzzled.

"What are you talking about, Minister Albertel?" he asked.

"Uh... Am I thinking too much?" Albertel's tone froze for a moment, "Aren't you just admiring His Excellency Dracula's appearance?"

"Appreciation? Not really." Newt shook his head, "I just want to confirm a conjecture."

Newt turned his gaze back again, focusing on Dracula's fingertips, corners of his mouth, eyes and ears, and then a hint of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Dracula suddenly opened his eyes. "Forget it, I really can't keep a low profile." He leaned on the soft back of the car seat as if resigned to his fate, "If those interesting guys want to know about my deeds, let them know, forget it, let them do!"

Afterwards, Dracula turned his gaze to Newt and Albertel outside the car window, "Let's just say that, I actually know what's on the top of the mountain, and there's no magical beasts or anything professional to Mr. Scamander." Matching things."

"So you two still plan to go?"

"Go, it's all here!" Albertel said passionately.

On the one hand, he considers himself the big brother of the Greek magic world, and he should have a solid understanding of the vision of Mount Olympus, a significant sacred mountain; on the other hand, he has never seen such thick thighs as Dracula, Just wait to follow to learn more!

Newt hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

He is also a little curious, what is it that can cause such a large-scale vision in the entire mountain.

"Then get in the car." Dracula waved his hand casually.

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Mount Olympus is nearly 3000 meters above sea level.

Compared with many high mountains in the world, Mount Olympus does not seem to be too high; but as the highest peak in Greece, it has a huge drop from the plain at the foot of the mountain, and it is not low at all.

The weather in November is quite cold, and Greece, as a typical Mediterranean climate, has relatively humid winter weather, so there are still many hardy plants growing hard.

Sitting in Dracula's luxury car, looking out the window into the distance, you can see the dark green below the mountain, stretching between the north and west sky in the foggy weather.

As the vehicle continues to drive, if you move your eyes closer, you can see that the color of the surroundings gradually changes from the light gray of a large number of artificial pavements to the dark green of the vegetation, and then into the woody ocher of the rocks.

Finally, when the road in front of me came to an end, all the places I could see were covered by fog and snow.

"There is no road ahead, shall we come down?" Albertel asked as he looked at the mountain road at the end.

Turning back and forth on the mountain road many times, the poor Greek Minister of Magic was about to faint. When he asked to get off the car, there was even a little hope in his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Dracula waved his hand at him, with a smile of interest on the corner of his mouth.

I saw his slender fingers flicking on the complicated driving panel, and he didn't know how to operate it. The next moment, the Rolls-Royce logo like a "little angel" on the front hood of the car suddenly changed—— —

The pair of wings behind the "little angel" suddenly 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.

Immediately afterwards, the wings flapped slightly.

A gust of wind that was soft but powerful enough passed under the wings, blowing the snowflakes all over the sky, and even the fog in the air was blown away a lot.

Dracula watched this scene with satisfaction, and pressed another button——

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

The next moment, the silver car accelerated suddenly, and flew towards the place where the vision on the top of the mountain was the strongest like a bolt of lightning.

"Mara...this car can fly? And how can it fly so fast!" Alberto was taken aback and almost blurted out the swear words, but luckily he reacted in time.

He subconsciously grabbed the handle on the car door, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and never dared to let go.

"Ahem, Lord Dracula, I have a question... I want to ask it boldly."

After a long time, Albertel barely recovered, tremblingly looked at Dracula who was driving happily and asked.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Dracula was in a good mood at the moment, and replied casually.

"I just don't understand. Since this car can fly... why did we have to go around so many mountain roads on the way we just came up?" Albertel asked weakly.

He was so motion sick just now that he was about to vomit...

Newt was sitting in the back seat, with an expression of approval on his face, as if he had the same doubts as Abertel in his heart.

"Oh, this question..." Dracula glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "Don't you think it's interesting to drive around the mountain road?"

"Just because of... this reason?" Albertel opened his mouth wide.

"Of course, otherwise you think I have nothing to do and want to go around the mountain road?" Dracula said.

"I think you're just free..." Albertel cursed inwardly.

Then, he looked at Newt, "Mr. Scamander, you haven't been in a Muggle car before, have you? Why didn't you notice any signs of motion sickness?"

"Actually, I'm quite familiar with Muggle transportation." Hearing Alberto's question, Newt's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia. "I used to take Muggle cruise ships back and forth between the UK and many other countries..."

"Among them, I went to America most often. At that time, Tina was the director of the Auror office there, and she was often unable to get away; and I was looking for magical animals everywhere, so I often took a cruise to the United States to meet her. ..."

Looking at the happy Newt, Alberto fell silent.Almost 40 years old and still single, he was hit again.

Listening to Newt telling stories about his youth in the car, before he knew it, the fog in front of him was so thick that he could hardly see anything around him.

As the flickering frequency of the white light became higher and higher, the black air that appeared from time to time became heavier, and the atmosphere in the car gradually became oppressive.

Newt stopped talking, and looked solemnly at the thick fog outside the car window, as well as the scene of interlacing white light and black air.

"I'm sure now that this is not a sight caused by any kind of magical animal." He said softly, "This holy, pure white light reminds me of a kind of magic—"

"The Patronus Charm!"

"You are right, Mr. Scamander." Dracula nodded slightly, "It can be seen that whether it is fog, white light or black air, they all leaked from a gap on the top of the mountain. "

"Then this gap is the entrance to discover the truth for us!"

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