Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"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, didn't Ms. Goldstein give you a roll of the eyes?"

"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?

So Dracula thought of a way.

He quietly transformed a little bat, threw the little bat into the dark moon, and teleported it to his room in Dracula's castle.

Afterwards, Dracula immediately determined the specific location of Dracula's castle.

"It's just a little deviation from the direction, I can't help it." A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Scamander, I have found the right direction, and we will head to Romania immediately!"

"This should be Albania." Newt said suddenly.

"How did you determine this?" Dracula was taken aback for a moment.

Judging from the positioning of the little bat just sent out, Albania is really in this direction.

"Actually, we can judge the local geographical climate by the species of the trees, and then use the climate to infer which country this is." Newt explained, "If you look carefully, you can see that most of the trees in front are hard leaves, distributed in the There are more near the Mediterranean Sea.”

"The climate around the Mediterranean usually has more rainfall in winter and hotter summer. In order to reduce evaporation, the leaves of these climate environments are usually evergreen and hard, and most of them even grow hairs or degenerate into spines." "We have not actually deviated from The direction is too long, and it is impossible to reach a country that is too far away from Greece." Newt said, "So it seems that Albania is indeed the most likely."

Dracula looked at Newt in silence, and after a long while, he began to complain:

"So do Magizoologists work as part-time geographers these days?"

"I have been exploring all over the world for a long time, and I have some understanding of the geographical environment of various regions without knowing it." Newt said very modestly, "Actually, I am still far behind."

"There is no need to be modest about this kind of thing, Mr. Scamander." Dracula shook his head helplessly, "I have lived for so many years, and I have learned a lot of strange knowledge, but I don't understand to this geographical knowledge."

"You just don't bother to learn, Professor Dracula." Newt laughed.

Dracula shrugged, deciding not to mess with the humble magizoologist any further.

"Speaking of Albania, I always feel like I've forgotten something..." He rubbed his eyebrows, and looked at the forest below.

"I really want to hear Dumbledore mention that the mysterious man has been hiding in an Albanian forest for more than ten years after he left." Newt also said thoughtfully, "I have come here to investigate animals. The phenomenon of strange death, but nothing definite found."

"So Voldemort was hiding here before?" Dracula wondered.

The scenes of fighting Voldemort several times flashed in his eyes——

The last time was in a bunker built by a pure-blood family, and the previous time was on the island of Azkaban... As for the first time to fight Voldemort, it was at Hogwarts to protect the Sorcerer's Stone In the restricted area.

Dracula still vaguely remembered that Voldemort was just a weak remnant soul at that time, who could only live in the body of Quirrell's assistant teacher, and even wanted to use Salazar Slytherin's basilisk to carry out a sneak attack...

Wait, Basilisk!

Dracula finally remembered that he had sent the basilisk raised by Slytherin to the Albanian forest, the main purpose was to let it help Helena find Ravenclaw's crown.

However, the diadem has always been hidden in the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts. After confiscating Tom Riddle's Horcrux Diary, Riddle took out the diadem from the Room of Requirement to please himself... …

Since then, Dracula has gradually forgotten the basilisk he threw into the Albanian forest, and he finally remembered it when he happened to pass by Albania today.

"Ahem, Mr. Scamander." Dracula suddenly coughed twice, looked at Newt and said, "I suddenly thought of some other interesting magical animals, I wonder if you are interested?"

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"So is there really a basilisk in this forest?"

Newt held up his magic wand lighting spell, walked with difficulty in the jungle that covered the sky and the sun, and asked Dracula beside him.

The forest is too dense, even a modified car can't drive here, so Dracula and Newt got out of the car and prepared to walk to find the basilisk.

Dracula put the Rolls-Royce into his pocket, and at the same time secretly decided to add some more functions to the car in the future, such as jungle driving, water walking, etc., so as to cope with various terrains, To avoid having to get out of the car and walk like now.

"I remember the basilisks being extinct more than a thousand years ago," Newt said. "No one but Slytherin has ever been able to reproduce this creation of dastardly Helbo."

He sighed with some regret, "Actually, I also tried to hatch an egg under the body of a toad, but nothing hatched in the end."

"So you really dare to try to hatch a basilisk..." Dracula glanced at Newt, but he wasn't surprised at all. He even felt that Newt, a fanatical fan of magical animals, had never tried to hatch a basilisk. That's the weird thing.

"It's true that no one can reproduce a basilisk when Salazar is old," he explained to Newt, "but a basilisk can live for thousands of years."

"You mean, did the basilisk hatched by Slytherin still survive 1000 years ago?" Newt asked in surprise.

"That's right, the basilisk I want to show you is the one born 1000 years ago." Dracula nodded.

Walking to a relatively open place in the forest, Dracula stopped.

"It's almost here."

Immediately, he raised his wand and pointed at the dense canopy above—

First, a green serpentine imprint appeared over the forest, and then, another blood-red imprint made of demon wings bloomed side by side.

"This is..." Newt asked curiously.

"The green one is Slytherin's mark, and the red one is mine." Dracula simply explained, "Feeling the breath of these two marks, the aged basilisk will come to us. "

Newt nodded slightly, then consciously closed his eyes.

As a good magizoologist, he certainly knew of the basilisk's relentless magical talent - its eyes kill it!

Dracula also saw Newt's cautious movements, and shook his head with a smile.

"Mr. Scamander, you don't actually need to close your eyes," he said to Newt.

"Isn't the magical talent of the basilisk recorded in the book wrong?" Newt opened his eyes and looked at Dracula in surprise, and asked, "I remember that the eyes of the basilisk can instantly kill anyone who makes eye contact with it. and animals."

"That's true, but this basilisk will close its eyes by itself." Dracula happily raised the corners of his lips, "Since he knows that he is here to see me, I guess it won't be willing even if others force it to open its eyes. of."

The poor basilisk was tortured too hard by Dracula more than 1000 years ago. Not only did it evolve its own eyelids, but it also suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder when it came to Dracula. on the eyes.

Newt: "?"

So what exactly did the vampire count do to the poor basilisk cutie...

Not long after, a huge green snake crawled out from the depths of the forest. Its body was as thick as an oak tree trunk, its body length reached an astonishing 50 feet, and there was a bright red feather growing on its head.

As Dracula expected, because he knew that he was coming to see the Earl, the basilisk closed its eyes tightly before it arrived, and did not expose its big yellow eyeballs in the slightest.

The basilisk came in front of Dracula with the help of its sense of smell and sense of heat, lowered its head tamely, and lay down in front of Dracula.

"Very good, it came quite fast." Dracula patted the basilisk's green forehead with satisfaction.

Newt looked over curiously, paying particular attention to the red feathers on the basilisk's head.

"Is this a male basilisk?" He touched the bright red feather tentatively and asked, "The female basilisk should not have this feather."

The basilisk shook its head slightly dissatisfied.

I don't know if it's because Newt's affinity for magical animals is too high, or because he felt the pressure from Dracula standing next to it, the basilisk didn't react too much, and let Newt grab the feathers on his head studied it.

"Should it be a male?" Dracula said uncertainly.

Having known the basilisk for so long, he really didn't care about the gender of this big guy.

Newt also saw that asking Dracula was unreliable, so he didn't ask any other questions, but excitedly took out a notebook and a quill, and began to record the shape of the basilisk.

Dracula watched the magical quill automatically draw on the notebook, and in a blink of an eye, he outlined a lifelike image of the basilisk.

The next moment, the pictures on the notebook started to move.

"Are all the animals in Fantastic Beasts drawn like this?" he asked curiously.

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