Dracula opened the window and searched the surrounding fog with sharp eyes for any abnormalities.
"Mr. Dracula, the fog here is so heavy. Can you see what's outside?" Albert asked in confusion.
He opened the window like Dracula and looked outside for a long time but found nothing. He only saw a vast expanse of white.
Newt also tried to use Meteolojio outside the window, but the fog here was too heavy and covered too wide an area.
Whenever he cleared the fog in one area, fog from other directions would rush in to fill the gap, leaving no gaps for observation in the thick fog nearby.
"Under this situation, no one can see what's nearby with the naked eye, right?" Dracula said, "But we don't need to see anything with the naked eye. We just need to observe the flow of magic power around us."
There seemed to be a light constantly flowing in Dracula's wine-red eyes.
From his perspective, the endless fog on the horizon seemed to disappear, leaving only countless colors, outlining countless colorful lines in the sky.
Whether it was the pure white light flashing from time to time in the fog, or the black gas occasionally escaping from the secret realm on the top of the mountain, they were now transforming into countless ink-rendered pictures, entangled in Dracula's sight.
Following these colors that are intertwined and yet separated from each other, looking into the distance, it seems that you can see a dense cloud.
Dracula's eyes lit up and he suddenly stepped on the accelerator.
The silver car instantly turned into a flash of lightning in the mist, drifted in the air, and rushed towards the glow in Dracula's sight.
Albert didn't have time to react and immediately hit his head on the window next to the back seat, and a big bump appeared on the back of his head.
As for Newt, who was also in the car, he survived because he was still wearing his seat belt.
"Slow down, slow down..." Albert said to Dracula tremblingly while he hurriedly grabbed the seat belt beside him.
However, after finally finding the suspected entrance, Dracula was unwilling to stop at this time because he didn't know when this natural magic that could change at any time would change its form and position.
"Mr. Minister, please bear with it for a while, we will be there soon," he comforted.
After hearing these seemingly comforting words, Albert's face instantly turned green.
After all, Newt, who was sitting next to Albert, was a legendary wizard who had seen many storms. After being at a loss for two or three seconds at the beginning, he immediately adapted to the super-high speed of the car and even had time to take out his wand from his sleeve.
"Colloshoo."
Newt said to the poor Greek Minister of Magic beside him.
Newt modified the simple foot-sticking spell and used it on Albert's clothes, sticking his clothes to the back seat of the car.
Albert was now in no danger of crashing into anything again.
"Thank you, Mr. Scamander." Albert breathed a sigh of relief, quickly fastened his seat belt, and gave Newt a grateful look.
Newt nodded, then extended his wand and touched the bruise on the back of his head, using a healing spell to dissolve the large bump.
After all these things were done, the distance, which was not too far at first, was reached in a flash at the super high speed.
"It should be around here." Dracula stopped the car in the air, and the light in his eyes began to flow again.
Obviously, this area is where the colorful clouds representing magic power gather.
However, if you simply use your naked eyes to look in the direction where the magic is most concentrated, you can only find a fog, which is no different from the scene above any Mount Olympus.
"Alohomora."
Dracula reached his hand out of the window and casually cast an unlocking spell there.
The light representing the unlocking spell disappeared in the mist, like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any reaction.
"So disrespectful?" Dracula frowned, "What about this spell—"
"Crucio."
Hearing this spell, Albert, who was originally dizzy from the high-speed car, suddenly sat up with a start.
But he forgot that his wizard robe was connected to the seat behind him, so...
"laugh-"
After enduring the impact of acceleration and deceleration many times, the poor robe could not withstand another shock from Albertel and was finally torn into a big hole.
But Albert couldn't care less at this moment. He stared at Dracula in amazement and asked:
"Sir Dracula, you just used one of the Unforgivable Curses... the Cruciatus Curse?"
"It's like this, is there any problem?" Dracula responded a little irritably when he saw that the Cruciatus Curse didn't cause any ripples.
Then he glanced at the bald face in the rearview mirror again, and suddenly remembered the identity of the man in the back seat, "Oh no, I forgot there is a Greek Minister of Magic here, sorry."
"You heard me wrong. I didn't use any Unforgivable Curse just now." He said calmly.
Albert: “…”
You are taking me for a fool here!
"Mr. Dracula, I must remind you that the unauthorized use of the Unforgivable Curse is illegal in the entire world of magic!" Albert said seriously, "and the use of black magic will have a great impact on the mental state of wizards, and it is easy to lead people astray..."
"In our Greece, every wizard who has studied the dark arts will eventually become insane."
Dracula glanced at Albert and suddenly sneered.
"So do you think there's something wrong with my mental state?" he asked casually.
'That's a big problem.'
Albert thought so, but seeing Dracula's expression gradually turning cold, he didn't dare to say it out loud.
"Ahem... I think you are mentally normal and definitely not affected by any black magic!" he said confidently.
"Oh? I thought you were going to say that I was mentally ill!" Dracula stared into Albert's eyes and said with a smile.
"That's absolutely not true!" Albert was sweating profusely.
"Forget it. It's boring to chat with you. You are still too ignorant." Dracula shook his head in boredom. "I can give you a reminder-"
"Dark magic does have an impact on a wizard's mental state, but that depends on how strong his mind is..."
"A wizard with a strong spirit will not necessarily be affected by the black magic even if he immerses himself in it for his entire life. However, wizards like you in Greece are mentally fragile and have no potential to learn the black magic. If they come into contact with it for the first time, they will fall into an abyss from which there is no return."
Dracula suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, stood up and approached Albert, "If the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't know the dark magic, how can he teach people how to defend against the dark magic?"
"Open your eyes wide, I will let you see a feast of black magic!"
After saying that, he suddenly jumped out of the open car window and disappeared into the thick fog.
Before Albert could react, the driver's seat became empty, leaving only the dashboard and other instruments in front of the car still operating as usual.
"Hey! Mr. Dracula, please don't be upset!
”
He was stunned for a long while before he suddenly reacted. He stuck his head out of the window and tried his best to look under the car.
"I just said it casually... Actually, you didn't use the Unforgivable Curse on anyone, so you don't have to be locked up in your Azkaban!" Albert shouted into the thick fog.
Just then, Newt patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Minister Abbott, Professor Dracula is fine." Newt shook his head and said softly, "Instead of worrying about Professor Dracula's safety, you might as well mend the clothes on your back first."
"Uh..." Albert's next words were stuck in his throat.
A mountain breeze carrying a lot of moisture blew in from the car window, and he felt a chill on his back.
Albert quickly used a repair spell to restore his clothes to their original state, then looked at Newt curiously.
"Mr. Scamander, how do you know that Mr. Dracula will be fine? This place is thousands of meters high!" He asked with some concern, "And I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but what I'm most worried about is not Mr. Dracula, but my own life..."
"Look, this Muggle car looks so complicated to operate, and neither of us can drive it. If Mr. Dracula falls from here, we will probably not survive..."
After hearing Albert's frank words, Newt laughed.
"Don't worry, we won't fall down like this." He smiled and patted the old-fashioned suitcase that he always carried with him. "I have a lot of cute little things here that can help us land safely. Do you want to hear about it?"
As he said this, Newt planned to introduce the air-winged bird in his box that had once helped him a lot to Albert.
However, the next moment, a bolt of thunder seemed to suddenly appear in the sky, interrupting Newt's interest.
As a thick flash of lightning streaked across the sky, the surrounding thick fog seemed to be split in two in an instant.
Then, countless rays of light of different colors appeared in the air one after another. They kept flashing, jumping, and bursting along with the brilliance of the lightning...
In the blink of an eye, the sky that was supposed to be occupied by fog turned into a sea of various spells!
“This… This is…”
Albert looked out the window in shock. The scene filled with curses completely overturned his cognition.
Many of the spells were ones he had never seen or even heard of in his life, but each spell carried a powerful aura and was filled with terrifying spirit.
"Killing Curse, Multiple Freezing Curse, Fiery Curse..." He carefully distinguished the magic that he could barely identify among the endless stream of spells, "Oh my God... Are these all black magic?!"
At this moment, Albert finally understood what Dracula meant by "the feast of black magic".
Newt, on the other hand, has a different understanding.
As a legendary wizard who personally experienced the era of the Global Wizarding War, Newt has witnessed Grindelwald, the most powerful dark wizard in the world at that time, performing magic many times.
Not only that, he even witnessed the most powerful showdown in the wizarding world in 1945—the duel between the two great wizards Dumbledore and Grindelwald!
Now, seeing the many spells cast by Dracula, he vaguely recalled the postures of the two great wizards when they duelled.
"Seventeen, eighteen... twenty-five... How many spells are being cast at the same time?"
Newt was a little dazed as he counted the spells that appeared in front of him, but he couldn't count how many spells Dracula cast at one time...
But at least Newt is now certain that this professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is definitely a great wizard on par with Grindelwald and Dumbledore in their prime!
Under the cover of the spell as dense as raindrops, the space in front of him gradually began to fluctuate.
Just as a deep purple magical light passed through a certain space, it disappeared abruptly.
Dracula looked at the abnormal position keenly, stopped casting all spells for a moment, and concentrated his strength to wave his wand -
A blood-red beam of light like a waterfall suddenly slammed towards the place where the deep purple spell disappeared before, fiercely crushing and destroying the hidden magic in that space.
The next moment, a hexagram magic circle surrounded by circular light appeared at the place where the blood-red light column bombarded.
Behind this magic circle, there seems to be another world, vaguely outlining its mysterious outline in the eyes of Dracula, Newt and Albert.
Now, the three of them were only separated from that world by a brilliant and magnificent formation halo, which intersected and rotated like a door that did not welcome visitors.
Dracula appeared in the driver's seat of the car again at some point and put his hand on the dashboard.
"The one at the back, remember to sit still this time. I'm ready to go." He said with a chuckle, his eyes fixed on the magic circle not far ahead.
Albert quickly fastened his seat belt again, sat up straight, and nodded.
Dracula was considerate enough to watch his movements in the rearview mirror, then suddenly stepped on the accelerator.
The silver car accelerated instantly and slammed into the continuously rotating magic circle.
The moment they came into contact with the light curtain, the three people sitting there felt as if the world was spinning and turning upside down.
The towering and majestic Mount Olympus seemed to be upside down, hanging far above the sky.
Below Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat ground like water.
However, the most shocking thing was not these, but a silver giant as tall as Mount Olympus, seemingly reaching the sky and the earth, standing next to the building!
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