The conversation between Dracula and Andros just now was actually conducted in ancient Greek.
There are major differences between Ancient Greek and Modern Greek—
In the classical Greek period, the various dialects of the time were collectively referred to as Ancient Greek. Gradually, these dialects underwent linguistic homogenization to form Koine Greek, the lingua franca of the eastern Roman Empire, which later evolved into Middle Greek.
Since then, modern Greek has been divided into two main types, namely informal Vulgar Greek and formal Standard Greek. Modern Standard Greek is largely a descendant of Vulgar Greek, and retains some features of Standard Greek.
Therefore, it is quite normal that Abertel, a modern Greek, could not understand ancient Greek.
Dracula, who has lived for more than a thousand years, has learned most of the world's common languages without realizing it.
In order not to miss out on fun around the world, he often speaks to people in the language of that place, which is a good idea...
"Dracula, my old friend, who are these two people?" Andros asked enthusiastically, "Except for you, this is the first time I see outsiders here!"
"An interesting magizoologist, and a Greek." Dracula said casually, "I am mainly interested in the magizoologist, and the Greek is just a byproduct."
Albert, who was standing next to him, didn't understand what Dracula was saying at all. He gave a polite smile and nodded confidently to Andros.
"Uh, have all our Greek people become like this?" Andros looked at Albert with a shiny forehead, touched his hair subconsciously, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well... maybe he's a special case?" Dracula said casually, "Most of the Greeks I've seen are still very handsome. He might have become bald because he was worried about the Greek magic world."
Andros' eyes suddenly flashed with understanding, and then he sighed deeply.
"As expected, the wizarding world here is inevitably declining?" he sighed.
Dracula frowned, his eyes moved slightly: "Why do I feel... You don't seem to be very surprised about the decline of the Greek magic world?"
"Well, I'm really not surprised." Andros said softly, "But let's deal with Helbo's matter first. I'll explain the rest to you in detail later."
Dracula nodded slightly, then turned to look at Newt and Albert.
"Mr. Scamander, Minister Abbott, please wait for us here for a few minutes." He smiled at the two of them. "The buildings here are quite artistic. You can walk around them, but don't step into the interior of the buildings."
After Newt and Albert nodded, Dracula and Andros walked side by side into the depths of the building complex to find the wizard that Andros had been guarding for two thousand years...
Hercule was a dark wizard in ancient Greece. Throughout the history of the wizarding world, he was a pioneer and leader in the field of dark magic. He was the first person to create the "Horcrux" and the first wizard to create the "Basilisk".
Salazar Slytherin accidentally obtained the inheritance left by Hercule, and when he grew older, he gradually became obsessed with black magic and could not extricate himself.
Because of Hercule's evil reputation in the field of black magic, he can be considered infamous and is even called "Vicious Hercule" by wizards of his time.
"So... Is Herpo hiding now?" Dracula asked as he looked at the various ancient Greek buildings around him.
"That's right." Andros shrugged. "That coward, Helbo, was fighting me fiercely just now. As soon as he felt someone coming in, he immediately shrank away."
"But what's more surprising to me now is that after all these years, you haven't found a way to completely solve his problem?" Dracula rubbed his brow in confusion. "I won't ask you why you are so happy this time. I just want to know... are you willing to play hide-and-seek with Herbo like this all the time?"
"I don't want to either, but there's nothing I can do. No one knows where this despicable Herpo hid his own Horcrux." Andros was a little depressed when he said this, "So I can only try to have fun in misery!"
In fact, the feud between Andros and Herbo started long ago, and can even be traced back to the ancient Greek period.
At that time, there were two great wizards in ancient Greece, the invincible Andros and the despicable Herbo.
One of them is a notorious black wizard who often conducts various inhumane black magic experiments; the other is a leader in the eyes of wizards, who can cast a giant-sized patronus and is quite righteous.
It is natural that these two people with completely different styles of doing things will become irreconcilable.
In order to get rid of the despicable Herbo, a black sheep, Andros led a large number of wizards from the Greek magic world, representing the trend of justice, to fight against him together. They easily killed Herbo and destroyed his base for black magic experiments.
However, not long after, Herbo appeared in front of the Greek wizards again unharmed, as if he had never experienced all this.
It was not until Andros had eliminated Herpo several times that he realized that this dark wizard had created an unprecedented new form of magic - the Horcrux!
Helbo has always had a deep understanding of the nature of the soul.
Using his knowledge of the Dark Arts and his callous nature, he deliberately killed someone with the intention of splitting his soul, and then used Dark Magic to seal the split soul into an object, becoming the first known wizard to successfully create a Horcrux.
With the existence of Horcruxes, no one can completely destroy Helbo!
Therefore, Andros deliberately gathered the power of the top wizards in Greece, created a mysterious secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus, and completely locked Herbo in this secret realm.
This secret place on the top of Mount Olympus can lock up a wizard's soul, making it impossible for Hercules to be resurrected in the outside world with the existence of the Horcrux, and he can only be trapped in such a corner for a long time.
In order to keep a close eye on the despicable Herpo, Andros voluntarily merged his soul into the secret realm, became one with his patron saint, and became the eternal guardian of this secret realm.
As long as the problem of Helbo is not completely solved, Andros will not be free!
Next to a tall ancient Greek temple, Dracula looked at Andros deeply.
"Sometimes I really envy wizards like you who have pure minds." He chuckled and said in a vague tone, "Working hard for a goal for thousands of years, two thousand years a day, and never feeling bored."
"Do you think I don't envy your way of life?" Andros retorted, "You can do whatever you want and live as long as you want. Who wouldn't envy such a life?"
"Why don't you do this?" Dracula asked. "You can still live well without paying attention to Herpo, right?"
"Maybe." Andros shook his head. "But since I am the only one who can stop him, this becomes my mission, a responsibility that I can never shirk lightly."
The conversation between the two came to an abrupt end here, and neither of them had the idea of discussing it further.
Because Dracula and Andros both knew that they each had their own unique persistence.
"Starting from here?" Dracula asked softly, looking at the ancient Greek temple in front of him.
"Let's start from here." Andros nodded, "You are responsible for the front part of this temple, and I will be responsible for the rear area."
Dracula nodded slightly, then raised his wand -
"Expe!"
In an instant, it seemed as if countless bats scattered and rushed towards the front of the temple, illuminating every inch of space blocked by black air.
Andros spread out his right hand.
A silver-white light burst out from his hand and connected with the magnificent giant that was much taller than the towering temple in front of them.
The next moment, the giant bent down deeply, and a fist as big as a mountain attacked from above. In a blink of an eye, it swept across countless buildings and cleared away a large area of black air.
"Why are you using a magic wand all of a sudden?" While checking the objects in each building, Andros looked curiously at the black branch-like object in Dracula's hand. "I remember that you never used a magic wand at that time."
"Don't mention it. I want to play the role of a professor at a magic school. It is required to use a wand there." Dracula curled his lips. "But after I really get used to it, my wand is quite easy to use."
Hearing this, Andros carefully looked at the wand in Dracula's hand, and suddenly his eyes twitched.
"You... use a spooky wood wand to cast the Patronus Charm?" The corner of his mouth twitched. "Is there really no conflict between the two?"
"Anyway, I don't find any conflict here." Dracula curled his lips, "Didn't you teach me that? The holiness displayed in the Patronus Charm is just a manifestation of the purest emotion, and has nothing to do with the personal attributes of the caster."
"Or maybe it's because my patronus is a dark creature like a vampire bat, so it's compatible with the spooky wooden wand?"
"To be honest, I taught you the Patronus Charm just to tease you." Andros said helplessly, "What I told you is indeed correct in theory, but who would have thought that a vampire could actually cast the Patronus Charm?"
He thought carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head casually.
"Forget it. I don't understand it either." He smiled. "It's unheard of that you, a being that represents the darkest darkness, can cast the Patronus Charm. So, it's not so hard to understand why the Spooky Wood and the Patronus don't conflict with each other."
Dracula also chuckled and said no more.
Not long after, Dracula's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Found him, at the replica of the Parthenon!"
He snapped his fingers.
A dark moon enveloped Dracula and Andros without any explanation, and the next moment brought them to an extremely magnificent ancient Greek temple.
Looking at it from a distance, the temple is rectangular in shape and stands on three tall steps. The base covers a very large area, half the size of a Quidditch pitch.
The temple is built of white marble. The entire temple is surrounded by forty-six marble columns that are ten meters high and have grooves. The marble is pure white and flawless.
The roof of the temple is divided into two sloping sides, forming triangular gables at both ends, with exquisite colorful triangular pediments on top.
At this moment, the front of the temple door was surrounded by a large group of silver-white bats, wrapping up an old man filled with black air, leaving him no room to escape.
"Mr. Herpo, we meet again." Dracula greeted the old man surrounded by bats like an old friend. "After so many years, do you still remember me?"
"I still remember you very clearly, Lord Count Dracula!" Helbo looked at the silver-haired man walking hand in hand with Andros in the moonlight and greeted him with gritted teeth.
"As a dark creature, you are the first one I have ever seen who helps others to backstab their fellow dark camp members!"
"Who told you that dark creatures must help you dark wizards?" Dracula walked nonchalantly to Herpo and waved away the silver-white bats around him. "You dark wizards always do things without any style. I am ashamed to be associated with you."
He looked at Haierbo, who was unkempt, had shifty eyes, dry white hair, and looked quite wretched, and a look of disgust flashed across his eyes.
Whether it was Voldemort, the despicable Herpo, or the dark wizards that Dracula had seen in his thousand-year life, it seemed that there were very few guys with style and taste.
Most of them have been immersed in the study of black magic for a long time, and have not seen the sun for many years, and their bodies have been corroded by the power of darkness. Some of them are even obsessed with using black magic to transform their bodies.
Therefore, most dark wizards look quite ugly, even the later Salazar Slytherin, who became hunchbacked and full of wrinkles.
As for why Dracula is willing to make friends with Slytherin instead of other dark wizards...
Of course, that's because they knew each other long ago! The founder of Slytherin College was quite stylish when he was young, otherwise he wouldn't have been recognized by the three great wizards of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
At this moment, Herbo in front of him was also a typical tasteless dark wizard, and he could be regarded as the culprit who dragged Salazar Slytherin into the dark magic.
Dracula certainly wasn't impressed with him!
"Now that we've caught him, it'll be easy." Dracula looked at Herbo with disdain, then turned his gaze back to Andros's face. In comparison, Andros's funny mustache looked more pleasing to the eye.
"Should we destroy him directly and wait for him to slowly revive, or torture him until he is in the weakest state?" he asked with interest.
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