"Malaca, are you sick?!"
The Muggle in the black car pushed open the door angrily, jumped out of the car, and looked at his bumper with a big dent in it with heartache.
Malaka (μαλάκας) is a very classic curse word in Greek. The Muggle man still felt unsatisfied after cursing, and continued to yell at the open window of the silver car in front.
"Do you know how to drive? Huh?!" He slapped the silver car in front of him and yelled, "I'm really unlucky today. I just ran into two transvestites who didn't know how to give way, but now there's another blind guy who drove his car right in front of mine!"
The Muggle man leaned over to take a look at the silver-haired man in the car and was immediately dissatisfied with his appearance, which made him even more angry.
"Great, so you and the two people behind you are together!" He looked at the black and red cloak on the silver-haired man in front of him, and an expression of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face, "What bad luck, I actually ran into three guys in strange costumes at the same time, and each one is more annoying than the other!"
The silver-haired man sitting in the silver car is of course Dracula.
After he flew out of his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he originally wanted to Apparate directly to Greece and go directly to his destination.
However, just as he was passing through the Forbidden Forest, Dracula suddenly saw an old Ford car that originally belonged to the Wesleys, cruising over the Forbidden Forest.
He immediately thought of how he had bought two of the most expensive cars available on the Muggle market at once after he had decided to release this car that seemed to have some consciousness.
One of them was sent to the Wesley family as compensation for old Ford, and the other was modified according to the functions of the flying car modified by Mr. Wesley, and was also modified using the alchemy learned from Nicolas Flamel.
However, after Dracula finished modifying the car, before he had a chance to drive it, he was distracted by the Dueling Club, the return of Voldemort, and the handling of Tom Riddle's Horcrux diary.
Gradually, the car that he had never driven after the modification was forgotten and he couldn't remember it at all...
After solving the problem of Voldemort, Dracula was bored to death from the repetitive routine of going to and from class every day.
He hastily handed over the teaching rights to the assistant teacher Tom Riddle and flew out of the office. The old Ford car flying over the Forbidden Forest finally reminded Dracula of the toy he had transformed long ago.
He immediately became interested and drove to Greece.
The alchemy that Dracula learned from the master alchemist Nicolas Flamel was quite advanced, and the modified car was also very safe.
Therefore, the car he drove certainly would not be like the old Ford modified by Mr. Weasley, which could not even fly the distance from Devon, England to Hogwarts in Scotland, and also dropped Harry and Ron from the air and hit the Whomping Willow...
Dracula flew all the way from Scotland to Mount Olympus in Greece. When he was about to land from the sky, he happened to see an arrogant Muggle mocking two wizards.
So Dracula suddenly became interested and prepared to test the advantages of his modified car compared with those completely Muggle-made ones, and by the way, he could also teach this arrogant Muggle a lesson.
As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the modified car suddenly appeared in front of the Muggle man's black car like a silver lightning...
What remains is the scene that Newt and Albert saw.
"Is this your first day on the road? You don't even know that you can't overtake on mountain roads? You suddenly ran in front of me like a ghost!" The Muggle man was still cursing, "If you can't drive, don't come out and embarrass yourself!"
After cursing for a long time, the Muggle seemed to be tired and stopped panting.
"Are you a dumb fuck? You've left me here alone to curse, why don't you give me some reaction..." He panted, looking at the playful smile on Dracula's face in frustration. Suddenly, he felt a little creepy and shivered all over.
"Insting." Dracula suddenly laughed, "Is this the road rage patient in the Muggle world? It's quite interesting."
Although the Muggle man didn't understand English very well, he could still understand the word "Iing".
He immediately became depressed, "British? You didn't understand what I said for a long time?"
"Malaca, I'm really unlucky today!"
The man cursed inwardly and began to gesticulate with his hands.
He rubbed his thumb and index finger in the air and stammered a few English words he knew.
"Money! Money!" the Muggle man said with difficulty, his face flushed, "You... Bang! My car... No use!"
It can be seen that he is trying to convey the idea that Dracula crashed his car and needs to pay for it.
Dracula leaned back in the comfortable driver's seat and looked at him with interest, as if he was watching a play, and did not reply for a long time.
After the Muggle man had been gesticulating for a long time and was completely thirsty, Newt, who had been standing by and watching for a while, finally couldn't bear it anymore and gestured to Albert.
"Minister Abbott, I think they can't communicate normally. How about you act as an interpreter for them?" The kind-hearted and simple magical zoologist couldn't just stand by and watch after all.
"Why? Isn't this interesting?" Albertel disagreed with his idea.
No matter how backward the Greek magic world was in the world, as the Minister of Magic, who was considered to be in a "powerful" position in the magic world, he was still a little angry when provoked by Muggles.
"Now is not the time to watch a show." Newt shook his head. "This wizard driving the car should also be here to investigate the abnormal situation on Mount Olympus. Hurry up and solve the problem and get down to business."
Albert then reluctantly walked forward and stood in front of Dracula and the Muggle man.
"What's going on here?" he asked the Muggle man in Greek.
Then he looked at Dracula and asked in English: "Mr. Wizard, are you also here at Mount Olympus to investigate the abnormalities these days?"
Before Dracula could reply, the Muggle man saw Albert who could speak Greek and felt like he had seen a savior.
At this time, he didn't care whether Albert was a transvestite or not. He grabbed the Minister of Magic's arm and said:
"Hurry up and talk to this guy. He damaged my car and he must pay compensation!"
Then, he pointed at his car logo and said, "See this BMW? If you crash my car, it will cost at least $30,000 to repair it, not counting depreciation and other losses..."
Albert looked at the Muggle man who started talking nonstop again, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he immediately didn't want to act as his translator anymore.
The man was still unaware and it took him several minutes to finish his long speech:
"If you can't drive, don't come to this mountainous area, don't you think? If you cause a car accident, you have to pay for it, that's only natural!"
Even if I don't want to help this person emotionally, the desire to get the job done will override my personal emotions.
Albert took a deep breath, turned to look at Dracula who was still in the car, and prepared to translate a few words of the Muggle man.
However, at this moment, Dracula suddenly spoke -
"Unfortunately, I really can't drive." He said in fluent Greek with a playful smile on his face, "Today happens to be my first day on the road, so it's normal to have a traffic accident. Please understand."
Albert: “???”
Muggle man: "?!
”
"Malacca, you are playing tricks on me, right?!" the Muggle man was furious. "I understand. You pretended not to understand for so long just to see me make a fool of myself, right?!"
"You're right." Dracula shrugged. "I've been a bit bored lately. It's actually quite interesting to see a Muggle cursing here."
"Malaca, asshole!"
The Muggle man was furious and clenched his fists, ready to rush up and fight Dracula.
Albert quickly stopped him and secretly used magic to cast a calming spell on him, which calmed him down a little.
The diligent Greek Minister of Magic was genuinely worried that this wizard who appeared out of nowhere would use dark magic on this annoying Muggle... although he himself had the urge to do so.
"Alright, alright, calm down everyone." Albert acted as a peacemaker. "Our main goal is to resolve this incident. Don't be too impulsive."
The Muggle man, whose emotions were calmed down by magic, finally calmed down, but his determination to get the money remained unchanged.
"Thirty thousand dollars. Without this amount, you will never be able to repair my car!" He held up three fingers and said to Dracula, "My car is a BMW 850Ci. I'm sure you have never seen such a luxurious car!"
After hearing this number, Albert quietly counted on his fingers.
According to the currency exchange rate of most of the wizarding world, one Galleon is equivalent to five pounds, and thirty thousand US dollars is equivalent to a little over twenty thousand pounds... Calculated in this way, thirty thousand US dollars is almost as much as more than four thousand Galleons!
Albert took a deep breath and turned to look at Dracula, who still had a playful smile on his face.
"Hey, how can you still laugh like that!" He said to Dracula in English that the Muggle man couldn't understand, "That's more than 4,000 Galleons. How are you going to compensate him?"
But Dracula just shook his head at him indifferently.
"I thought this car accident was your fault." He took out a bloody lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then said to the Muggle man nonchalantly, "It was clearly your car that crashed into my car this time, so you should compensate me."
"My responsibility? What a joke!" The Muggle man's emotions were getting out of control again. "Although I hit you, who knew you would suddenly appear in front of me? It's obvious that you violated a series of traffic rules such as speeding on the mountain road and overtaking without honking. This is just asking for trouble!"
"And not to mention the traffic rules, the price of my car is also more expensive. As for your problem, this minor bump can definitely be fixed for two thousand dollars!"
The Muggle man spent a long time looking at the side of the silver car of the Dracula he had hit, but he couldn't find any signs of a car accident, not even a scratch.
"That's not right. How come there isn't even a scratch on your car?" he muttered in confusion.
As a Muggle, the man could never imagine that Dracula had added many protective ancient rune circuits to the car in order to prevent situations like the Wesleys' old Ford crashing into the Whomping Willow.
Not only that, he also added several instantly triggered storage spells to the car body, which would automatically cast armor spells, universal protection and other protective magic when a collision occurred.
Therefore, when the Muggle man's BMW 850Ci hit Dracula's car, under the effect of several spells and protective runes, not even a trace was left. Instead, a large dent was made on the bumper of the Muggle car.
"Do you want to take a closer look?"
Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.
The Muggle man blinked and saw that there seemed to be an obvious dent suddenly appearing on the silver car body in front of him.
"Huh? Was I dazzled just now?" He was a little confused, but in his heart he felt that this was reasonable, so he did not raise any questions.
"How about this, I'll take care of you, brother. This time, we'll split the responsibility for the car accident 50-50." The Muggle man patted his chest and said, "Five thousand dollars will definitely be enough to repair your car, and you just need to give me another twenty-five thousand dollars."
He made a wishful calculation in his mind.
The Muggle man's car actually has an insurance company that can pay for it. In addition, the repair price for a dented bumper is actually far from being as outrageous as $30,000.
He did a rough calculation and estimated that all the repairs would cost less than five thousand dollars.
If I could get 25,000 U.S. dollars from this man in strange clothes, wouldn't that be a huge profit of 20,000 dollars
The Muggle man already had a smug grin on his face.
"I agree to divide the responsibilities equally." Dracula also raised a playful smile.
"Since you agree, give me the money!" The Muggle man stretched out his hand impatiently.
He has already decided that once he gets the $20,000 he earned for free, he will go abroad and party for three days and three nights!
"Don't worry."
Dracula snapped his fingers again, and a car logo consisting of two overlapping capital letters "R" slowly appeared on various parts of the silver car, including the wheels, the front of the car body, and the window glass.
"Take a closer look at the car, and then recalculate the amount of this traffic accident."
The Muggle man looked at the silver car in front of him, and at the overlapping capital letters "R". His heart suddenly slowed down and his breathing gradually stopped.
"I...you...this..."
His lips twitched and he stuttered for a long time before he finally caught his breath.
"Malaca! Is this a Rolls-Royce Phantom?!"
…
…