When the Muggle man saw the Dracula logo on the car, he immediately decided to back out.
He had discovered that this silver-haired man was more than just someone who could afford a Rolls-Royce... The fact that he could crash into a million-dollar car without showing any concern or care was exactly what frightened him.
"Ahem... I thought about it, and suddenly I feel that it's not fair to split the responsibility 50-50." The Muggle man immediately changed his words and said, "Actually, the damage to our two cars is about the same, so why don't we each take a step back—"
"Well, how about we just assume that we owe each other nothing? I'll take a small loss, and you don't have to pay me the $25,000 repair bill..."
After saying this, he seemed to feel guilty. Without waiting for Dracula to respond, he got into the car again, started the car at the fastest speed in his life, and drove away from the scene.
"Sir, are you just going to let this Muggle go?" Albert asked a little depressedly as he watched the Muggle man disappear into the car at the corner of the road, "Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"
"Of course I have to teach him a lesson. After all, I have always been a petty guy." Dracula curled up the corner of his mouth with an evil smile and turned to look at the other corner on the mountain road.
Newt and Albert followed Dracula's gaze towards the corner, which was in the opposite direction to where the Muggle man disappeared.
Just when the two were puzzled, a black car suddenly turned out from the corner. If you look closely, you can see its dented front bumper...
"Is this the same car?" Newt asked in surprise.
The next moment, his question was answered—
In 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 he rubbed his eyes blankly with his hand.
If this isn't the Muggle man from before, then who else could it be
The black car sped past again and disappeared at the same corner where it disappeared the last time.
"Um... Your Excellency, I suddenly remembered that it is not appropriate to use magic to teach Muggles a lesson like this?" It was not until then that Albert remembered his identity as the Minister of Magic of Greece. "This violates the International Statute of Wizarding Confederation..."
"As long as you two don't tell anyone, who will know that I violated the Statute of Secrecy?" Dracula said nonchalantly.
"That's true..." Albert nodded, then realized something was wrong, "No, I am the Minister of Magic after all, 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.
"It was just a rant... just a rant." Albert wiped the sweat from his bald forehead.
Not long after, the black BMW sedan appeared again from the corner.
The Muggle man in the car looked at the silver Rolls-Royce on the side of the road and opened his eyes wide in shock.
"Malacca?!"
He stepped on the accelerator and sped away from the previous corner.
However, two minutes later, the Muggle man appeared again in front of Dracula and his two companions.
"Today... Today is really weird!"
He panted and slammed the steering wheel, turned the car with a drift, and drove towards the corner where he came from, hoping to find a way to leave.
However, two minutes later, the black car appeared again from the corner where it had previously left.
After many unscientific experiences, the Muggle man's eyes were now bloodshot and his face was full of doubt 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 and jumped out of the car, "I was blind to offend a person like you..."
"You... you must be the devil who lives in Mount Olympus?"
Seeing that Dracula's eyes had turned somewhat hostile, the Muggle man realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words:
"No, no, no, my question is, you must be a 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, please let me go! I will no longer be greedy for compensation for this car, I can just give it to you!"
The Muggle man's hands were shaking, and the car keys were shaking in his hands, making a constant sound of metal strings colliding.
Dracula raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the key shaking in his hand.
"Have you thought it through? Maybe it would be cheaper to pay some money individually than to bring the whole car in." He chuckled.
"It doesn't matter, I've made up my mind!" The Muggle man took a deep breath and said loudly.
All he wanted now was to get away from such a weird place and such a weird person. As for compensation of money or car, it was no longer within his consideration.
"That's fine. I just think it's a bit boring to drive this car." Dracula chuckled and took the car keys from the man. "Since you are still sincere, you can leave now."
"Really? Really?" the Muggle man asked in disbelief.
"Of course, would I go back on my word?" Dracula's voice turned cold.
"No, no, no... I don't mean to question you. I'll leave right away... I'll leave 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 hurried to the corner where he had returned the things several times before.
While running, he would look back from time to time to see if he was still trapped in the loop on this mountain road.
Just as the Muggle man was about to turn the corner and looked back for the last time, he saw the bald, strangely dressed, Greek-speaking man holding a strange twig and pointing it at him -
"Obliviate."
As the bald guy said such a strange thing, the Muggle man seemed to have suddenly forgotten something.
"That's not right, where is my car?" He kept looking around and muttering to himself.
Then, he suddenly saw two cars, one black and one silver, parked side by side on the road in the distance. A silver-haired man was looking at the black BMW sedan.
"Stop, let go of my car!" the Muggle man shouted angrily.
Dracula paused as he observed the new car.
"Mr. Minister, your so-called forgetfulness spell only erases half of the memory?" The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Um... well, you know, we Greek wizards are not very proficient in magic..." Albert wiped the cold sweat from his bald head and said awkwardly, "Also, the casting distance this time is a bit far, and it's not easy to control."
"I understand this very well," Newt said suddenly with a look of agreement.
He then waved his wand and cast a silent forgetfulness spell on the Muggle man.
The Muggle man immediately forgot about looking for his car and left the area from the corner in a daze.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Scamander." Albert forced a smile.
"Minister Abbott, didn't your Greek Ministry of Magic cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm on Mount Olympus?" Putting away his wand, Newt looked at the Muggle man's figure going away and frowned slightly.
"Under the condition that the specific situation here is uncertain, using the Muggle-Repelling Charm to protect the safety of Muggles and prevent the Ministry of Magic's official business from being interfered with by Muggles should be the most basic and most common way of doing things, right?"
"Well... this still involves the issue of Greece's magic level. We don't have enough people!" Albert said helplessly, "There are not many members in the Greek Ministry of Magic, and even fewer who can use Muggle Repelling Spells."
"And the area of Mount Olympus is really too large. Even if our wizards work overtime day and night, they can't cover the entire mountain area with the Muggle-Repelling Spell in a short period of 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 talk about the dangers of the anomaly on Mount Olympus."
"Or... Is the relationship between your Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government as bad as that in America? Is there no possibility of communication?"
After all, Newt is a 90-year-old man with rich experience; plus his brother Theseus Scamander was once a senior official in the Ministry of Magic, so he is quite familiar with the ways of the wizarding world.
When he saw how unprofessional the Greek Ministry of Magic was, he immediately pointed out a lot of problems with them, as well as many good solutions.
"Our relationship with the Muggle government is not as bad as America's." Albert was even more helpless, "But the Greek Ministry of Magic is too weak and they don't listen to me!"
"I notified the Greek President Constantine several days ago and asked them to impose martial law on Mount Olympus to prevent any accidents."
"But the Muggle president was not happy! He said something like... Greece's economic development model is inseparable from tourism. Tourism provides nearly one-fifth of GDP, and Mount Olympus is the largest tourism industry in Greece... It's a mess, I can't remember it clearly."
"In short, the Muggles are determined not to impose martial law on Mount Olympus. So our Ministry of Magic is really at a loss..."
Newt was silent for a moment and looked at Albert with sympathy.
"You guys are really... living in tough conditions." He hesitated for a long time before carefully saying this euphemistic comment.
At the same time, Dracula had already dealt with the BMW car that the boy who had offered money had given him before.
He used a repairing spell to fix the bumper that the Muggle man said would cost $25,000 to repair, and then burned all the useless things in the car. Only then did he put this pretty good-looking BMW 850Ci into his pocket.
Dracula plans to use this car to transform it into a more unique magic modified car when he gets bored, so that he can take it out for a ride from time to time.
"So what are you missing now? Just cover this mountain with a Muggle-Repelling Charm?" He asked Newt and Albert after parking the car.
"'Only'? You think this is too simple, don't you?" Albert asked doubtfully. "Mount Olympus is such a vast area. Even with the simplest spell, it is impossible for just a few people to cover it completely."
"But this matter is indeed very simple." Dracula smiled with interest.
Albert frowned with disbelief, thinking Dracula was just bragging to him.
So Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.
The next moment, a hidden and colorless ripple, with Dracula as the center, quietly passed over the bodies of Albert and Newt and extended to the outskirts 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, or holding up cameras to take pictures of Mount Olympus, or climbing this majestic mountain while chatting and laughing...
However, without prior agreement, they all stopped what they were doing at the same time, packed up the luggage and backpacks placed around them, and hurriedly left the mountain from the inside to the outside as if they had thought 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 pulled a Muggle-sourced intercom from his inside pocket and pressed the buttons expertly.
"I can hear you, I can hear you, please, over."
Looking at the strange looks from Dracula and Newt, Albert smiled awkwardly and whispered:
"Isn't it that there is a problem with the magic level? I can only rely on other things to make up for it..."
Then, the younger brother's voice came from the intercom again:
"Mr. Minister, an abnormal situation has occurred outside Mount Olympus. A large number of Muggles who were originally staying inside the mountain left the Mount Olympus area at almost the same time. The specific reason is currently unclear. Over."
"Got it, got it, over."
Albert slowly moved the walkie-talkie away from his mouth and looked at Dracula with extreme surprise and even a little fear.
"You... did that Muggle Repelling Charm you just cast really cover the entire Mount Olympus?!"
"Malakka! Even silent and wandless casting!
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The Greek Minister of Magic even swore.
"The magic world is huge, there are always things you can't imagine, Mr. Minister."
Dracula chuckled and sat back in his Rolls-Royce.
"Also, if there's nothing urgent, I suggest you leave as soon as possible." He waved to Newt and Albert, "The things on the top of the mountain are not something you can handle easily."
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