Seeing that Dracula was about to drive away, Albert became anxious.
This wizard who was born and raised in Greece had never seen such an exaggerated situation - he was able to cover the entire Mount Olympus with a Muggle-Repelling Spell without any sound or wand, and it looked very easy.
With such a thick thigh, how could I not hug it if I had the chance
But the problem is that Albertel didn't find a suitable reason to curry favor with this powerful person, and he didn't think that as the Minister of Magic of a small country, he would be taken seriously by this powerful person...
In this case, I can only borrow the identity of another powerful person around me to bully others.
"Sir, don't leave in such a hurry!" Albert called out to Dracula.
"Do you know who this person next to me is? He is the most famous Magizoologist in the wizarding world, Mr. Newt Scamander." He said seriously, "With him around, any question about magical animals will not be difficult for us!"
"One more person is a better help, especially one such top-notch Magizoologist. Don't you agree, sir?"
Dracula slammed on the brakes.
When he heard the name, his interest suddenly perked up.
"Newt Scamander?" Dracula stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the old man with freckles on his face and messy white hair with interest. "So you are the hero who defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald fifty years ago?"
“That was a long time ago.” Newt smiled shyly, his hands clenching around the suitcase.
Even after all these years, Newt still doesn't take for granted the recognition of his role during the Global Wizarding War.
In the eyes of this humble magizoologist, the person who has always been under pressure to maintain order in the wizarding world and even the Muggle world is Dumbledore, who is respected by everyone.
"Don't be modest, Mr. Scamander. I've heard your stories." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, backing the car back to Newt and Albert. "When I asked about that period, old guy Nico often praised you."
"The old guy you're talking about... is it Mr. Flamel?" Newt was stunned.
He looked at Dracula's appearance carefully and saw that Dracula's face did not look like he was over 30 years old, and his expression was quite confused.
“Excuse me, what is your name…?” Newt asked.
"Just call me Dracula." said Dracula.
Unless they were particularly close friends, such as Nicolas Flamel or the four founders of Hogwarts, Dracula was always accustomed to telling them his last name and did not like to hear people call him by his first name.
"Dracula?!"
Hearing this last name, Minister Abbott, who was standing aside, suddenly jumped up.
"You are the first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in decades to be re-elected for a second term?!" he asked in surprise.
It is no wonder that Albert made such a fuss, because Dracula's reputation had spread to the top leaders of various countries during this period.
As the oldest magic school in Europe, and one of the oldest magic schools in the world, Hogwarts has great fame and recognition among both wizards and civilians.
The strange things about the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts have not only attracted the attention of the British wizarding community, but also the attention of ministries of magic and magic schools around the world.
When a professor who had never been re-elected in a subject for decades suddenly had a professor who successfully entered the second year, people all over the world immediately became curious about this sudden figure of Dracula and immediately launched a lot of inquiries and investigations.
Although the Greek Ministry of Magic is not very powerful, it can still do some simple daily information gathering.
As the Greek Minister of Magic, Albertel naturally learned about Dracula's identity through his own channels.
In addition, the surname Dracula is extremely rare in the magic world. Based on the most basic information such as silver hair, burgundy eyes, and a cynical personality, the identity of the person sitting in the Rolls-Royce is easy to identify.
Albert suddenly remembered that just half an hour ago, before Newt sent his grandson away with the portkey, he had discussed with Scamander about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.
He simply couldn't believe that the person he had been talking about half an hour ago appeared in front of him so casually!
"Oh? Am I so famous now?" Dracula raised his eyebrows and looked at Albert, who was full of surprise. "I feel like I've been pretty low-key recently."
Albert took a silent look at the silver Rolls-Royce in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding of the word 'low-key'..." He said helplessly, "And not to mention other problems in his behavior, the fact that he was re-elected for a second year alone has already attracted everyone's attention..."
"is that so?"
Dracula put his elbows on the car window, supported his face with his right hand, and thought silently.
A strand of silver hair on his forehead fell on the back of his hand, gently blown by the refreshing mountain breeze with moisture outside the window.
Albert looked at Dracula's drooping eyelids and well-defined profile and couldn't help swallowing.
After watching for a while, he finally realized something was wrong and quickly raised his hand to slap himself.
"I'm still thinking about getting married before I'm 40, so what's the point of staring at a man like this!" Albert took a deep breath, "Although this man is indeed a little too handsome..."
He secretly glanced at Newt beside him, only to find that Newt was also staring at Dracula's profile motionlessly, with great concentration.
"Mr. Scamander, do you also think that Lord Dracula's handsomeness is a bit unnatural?" Albert asked quietly.
"Hmm?" Newt took a while to react, turned his head and looked at Albert in confusion, "Hmm... Yes, Professor Dracula is indeed handsome."
Then he turned his head again and looked at Dracula's face.
"What a sin!" Albert slapped his bald forehead in grief, "Mr. Scamander, you are already very 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 Abbottl?" he asked.
"Uh... am I overthinking?" Albert paused for a moment, "Aren't you admiring Mr. Dracula's appearance?"
"Appreciation? Not really." Newt shook his head. "I just want to confirm a guess."
Newt turned his gaze back again, focusing on Dracula's fingertips, corners of his mouth, eye pupils and earlobes, and then a hint of understanding gradually emerged in his eyes.
At this moment, Dracula suddenly opened his eyes.
"Forget it. I really can't keep a low profile." He leaned back on the soft seat with a look of resignation. "If those interesting guys want to know about my deeds, let them know. It's up to them!"
Then, Dracula turned his gaze to Newt and Albert outside the car window, "Let me make it clear first, I actually know what is on the top of the mountain. There are no magical animals or anything like that that matches Mr. Scamander's expertise."
"So you two are still planning on going?"
"Go ahead, now you're here!" Albert said passionately.
On the one hand, he considered himself the big brother of the Greek magic world and should have a good understanding of the visions of Mount Olympus, the significant sacred mountain; on the other hand, he had never seen thighs as thick as Dracula's, so he was waiting to follow him to broaden his horizons!
Newt hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
He was also a little curious about what kind of situation could cause such a large-scale strange phenomenon in the entire mountain area.
"Then get in the car." Dracula waved his hand casually.
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Mount Olympus is nearly 3,000 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, with a huge difference in elevation from the plains at the foot of the mountain, it is not low at all.
The weather in November is quite cold, but Greece has a typical Mediterranean climate and the weather is relatively humid in winter, so there are still many cold-resistant plants growing hard.
Sitting in Dracula's luxury car, looking out the window into the distance, you can see a dark green area below the mountain, stretching between the sky to the north and west in the foggy weather.
As the vehicle continues to move forward, if you move your eyes closer, you can see that the surrounding colors gradually change from the light gray of a large amount of artificial paving to the dark green of vegetation, and then to the wood ochre of rocks.
Finally, when the road in front of us came to an end, everything as far as the eye could see was filled with fog and snow.
"There is no road ahead. Shall we get off and walk?" Albert asked as he looked at the mountain road that had reached the end.
After going around in circles on the mountain road for many times, the poor Greek Minister of Magic was almost dizzy. When he asked to get off the car, there was even a hint of hope in his eyes.
"Don't be anxious, this has just begun." Dracula waved at him with an interested smile on his face.
I saw his slender fingers moving on the complicated driving panel, and I didn't know how he operated it. The next moment, the Rolls-Royce logo on the hood of the car, which looked like a "little angel", suddenly changed -
The pair of wings behind the "little angel" suddenly expanded, opened, and stretched out, and finally split into two unconnected wings.
One wing is attached to the left side of the car body, and the other is opposite it.
Then, the wings began to flap gently.
A soft but strong enough breeze blew from under the wings, blowing the snowflakes all around into the sky, and even dispersing a lot of the mist in the air.
Dracula watched this scene with satisfaction and pressed another button -
One after another, mysterious ancient runic symbols suddenly appeared on the body of the car, the windows, and even under the car. They connected with each other to form a glowing runic circuit that enveloped the entire car.
The next moment, the silver car suddenly accelerated and flew like a flash of lightning towards the place on the top of the mountain where the strange phenomenon was the most intense.
"Mara... This car can actually fly? And how can it fly so fast!" Albert was so frightened that he almost blurted out a swear word, but fortunately he reacted in time.
He subconsciously grabbed the handle of the car door, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and dared not let go.
"Ahem, Mr. Dracula, I have a question... I want to ask it boldly."
After a long time, Albertel barely recovered and looked at Dracula who was driving enthusiastically and asked with trembling eyes.
"Just say it 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... then why did we have to go around so many mountain roads on the way here?" Albert asked weakly.
He was just so carsick that he almost vomited...
Newt sat in the back seat, an expression of approval on his face, as if he had the same question as Albert.
"Oh, this is a question..." Dracula glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror, and raised his lips slightly, "Don't you think it's fun to drive in circles on the mountain road?"
"Just because... of this reason?" Albert opened his mouth wide.
"Of course. Do you think I have nothing better to do than to go around in circles on the mountain road?" Dracula said.
"I think you are just bored..." Albert thought to himself.
Then he looked at Newt, "Mr. Scamander, you have never ridden in a Muggle car, have you? Why didn't I notice any signs of motion sickness on you?"
"Actually, I'm quite familiar with Muggle transportation." Hearing Albert's question, Newt's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, "I used to take Muggle cruises frequently, traveling between the UK and many other countries..."
"Among them, I went to America most often. At that time, Tina was the head of the Auror Office there and was often busy. And I had to look for magical creatures everywhere, so I often took a cruise to the United States to meet her..."
Looking at Newt's happy face, Albert remained silent. He was almost 40 years old and still single, which was a blow to him again.
Listening to Newt telling stories about his youth in the car, before I knew it, the fog had become so thick that I could hardly see anything around me.
As the frequency of the white light flashes became higher and higher, the black gas that appeared from time to time became heavier, and the atmosphere in the car gradually became depressing.
Newt paused and looked solemnly at the thick fog outside the car window, and the scene of white light and black air interweaving.
"I can now confirm that this is not a scene that can be caused by any magical animal." He said softly, "This sacred, 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 the fog, the white light or the black gas, they are all leaking from a gap on the top of the mountain."
"Then this gap is the entrance for us to explore the truth!"
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