The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"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.

……

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 a

The weather is relatively humid, 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.

Chapter 140 Eight

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Dracula opened the window, and his sharp eyes searched for abnormal locations in the surrounding fog.

"Your Excellency Dracula, the fog here is so heavy, can you see what's outside?" Albertel asked in a daze.

Following Dracula's example, he opened the window and looked outside for a long time but found nothing, only a white scene.

Newt also tried to use "Cloud Curse Retract()" outside the window, but the fog here is too heavy and the coverage area is too wide.

Whenever he clears the fog in an area, the fog in other directions will make up for it one after another, so that the nearby dense fog will never leave any gaps for observation.

"In this case, no one can see the nearby things with the naked eye, right?" Dracula said, "But we don't need to see anything clearly with the naked eye, we just need to observe the flow of magic power around here."

In Dracula's wine-red eyes, there seemed to be a ray of light constantly flowing.

From his perspective, the endless fog in the sky seems to have disappeared, leaving only countless colors, which outline countless colorful lines in the sky.

Whether it is the pure white light that flickers from time to time in the mist, or the black air that occasionally escapes from the secret place on the top of the mountain, it is turning into countless ink-and-wash paintings at this time, entangled together in Dracula's sight.

Following these colors that are entangled and separated from each other at the same time, continue to look into the distance, as if you can see a dense cloud.

Dracula's eyes lit up, and he stepped on the accelerator suddenly.

The silver car instantly turned into a bolt of lightning in the mist, swung a windy drift in the air, and rushed towards the glow in Dracula's sight.

Abertel didn't react, and immediately slammed his head on the window next to the back seat, with a big swelling on the back of his head.

As for Newt, who was also sitting in the car, he survived because he was still obediently wearing his seat belt.

"Slow down, slow down..." Albertel said to Dracula tremblingly while grabbing the seat belt beside him in a hurry.

However, after finally finding the suspected entrance, and not knowing when this natural magic that may change at any time will change its shape and position, Dracula is unwilling to stop at this time.

"Mr. Minister, please feel wronged first, we will be here soon." He comforted.

After hearing these reassuring words, Albert's face instantly turned green.

After all, Newt, who was sitting next to Albertel, was a legendary wizard who had seen big winds and waves. After experiencing the first two or three seconds of being at a loss, he immediately adapted to the super-high-speed galloping speed, and even cared about it. He took his wand from his sleeve.

"The shoes are sticky ()."

Newt read to the poor Greek Minister of Magic next to him.

Newt's version of the simple sticky foot charm was applied to Albert's clothes, gluing his clothes to the back of the car.

Only then was there no danger of Abertel bumping into something again.

"Thank you, Mr. Scamander." Abbotle heaved a sigh of relief in shock, hurriedly pulled the seat belt on, and gave Newt a grateful look.

Newt nodded, stretched out his wand and tapped it on the back of his head, and used the healing spell to dissolve the big bag.

After all these things are done, the distance that is not too far away can be reached in a blink of an eye at a super high speed——

"It should be around here." Dracula parked the car in the air, and the light in his eyes flowed again.

Obviously, this area is where the colorful clouds representing magic gather.

But if you just look at the direction with the strongest magic power with your naked eyes, you can only find a mist, which is no different from any scene above Mount Olympus.

"Alahoo hole is open ()."

Dracula stuck his hand out of the window and casually cast an unlocking spell on it.

The light representing the Unlocking Curse disappeared into the mist that filled the sky, like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any reaction.

"So shameless?" Dracula frowned, "What about this spell—"

"Cruciatus ()."

Hearing this incantation, Abertel, who had been dazed by the high-speed car, suddenly sat up with a jolt.

But he forgot that his wizard robe was connected to the seat behind him, so...

"laugh--"

After the poor robe endured many times of acceleration and deceleration impacts, it finally couldn't withstand another impact under Albert's shock, and was finally torn a big hole.

But at this time, Albertel couldn't care so much anymore. He was looking at Dracula dumbfounded and asked:

"Your Excellency Dracula, what you just used is one of the Unforgivable Curses...the Cruciatus Curse?"

"That's right, what's the problem?" Dracula responded a little irritably, seeing that the Cruciatus Curse did not cause any waves.

Then he glanced at the bald face in the rearview mirror, and suddenly remembered the identity of the person in the back seat, "Oh no, I forgot that there is a Greek Minister of Magic here, sorry."

"You heard me wrong, I didn't use the Unforgivable Curse at all just now." He said without changing his expression.

Alberto: "..."

You're taking me for a fool here!

"Your Excellency Dracula, I must remind you that it is illegal to use the Unforgivable Curse without permission in the magic circle of the entire world!" Abertel said seriously, "And the use of the black magic weapon is against the law." The mental state of the wizard has a great impact, and it is easy to lead people astray..."

"On our Greek side, every wizard who has learned black magic will eventually end up insane."

Dracula glanced sideways at Abertel, and suddenly sneered.

"Then do you think there is something wrong with my mental state?" He asked casually.

"There is a big problem."

Abertel thought so, but seeing Dracula's gradually turning cold expression, he still didn't dare to say it after all.

"Ahem... I think your spirit is quite normal, and you have absolutely not been affected by black magic!" He said solemnly.

"Oh? I thought you would say that my mental state is abnormal!" Dracula stared into Albert's eyes and said with a half-smile.

"There is absolutely no such thing!" Albertel was sweating coldly behind his back.

"Forget it, chatting with you is quite boring, you still have too little knowledge." Dracula shook his head boredly, "I can give you a reminder—"

"Things like black magic do have an impact on a wizard's mental state, but that depends on how strong his own mental state is..."

"Spiritually strong wizards, immersed in black magic for a lifetime, may not necessarily be affected by black magic; and those wizards like yours in Greece are weak in spirit, and have no potential to learn black magic at all, and they will fall into it with a little contact. The eternal abyss."

Dracula suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, stood up and approached Albertel, "If the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't know black magic, how can he teach people to defend against black magic?"

"Open your eyes wide, I will show you a feast of black magic!"

After saying that, he suddenly jumped out of the open car window and disappeared into the thick fog.

Abertel didn't react at all, and the driver's seat became empty, only the instrument panel in front of the car and other instruments were still operating step by step.

"Hey! Your Excellency Dracula, don't be too hard on yourself!

"

He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized that he stuck his head out of the window and tried his best to look under the car.

"What I just said casually... In fact, you didn't use the Unforgivable Curse on anyone, so you don't need to be imprisoned in your Azkaban!" Albertel shouted into the thick fog.

Just then, Newt tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Minister Albertel, Professor Dracula is fine." Newt shook his head at him, and said softly, "Instead of worrying about Professor Dracula's safety, you might as well mend the clothes on your back first. .”

"Eh..." Albert's next words stuck in his throat.

The mountain wind with heavy humidity was blowing from the car window, and he felt a chill behind him.

Albertel hastened to repair

The curse restored his clothes to their original state, and then looked at Newt curiously.