"Wait a minute!" Hailbo suddenly shouted, "Sir Dracula, I think we should have more room for cooperation."
"What room for cooperation is there between you and me?" Dracula glanced at him indifferently.
As he spoke, he gently shook his wand and summoned a bright red river.
The water flow meandered and gradually condensed into a blood-red water ball, trapping Helbo's body firmly inside.
After Herbo was imprisoned in this secret realm by Andros, it was naturally impossible for him to obtain a new body. His current state is similar to that of Voldemort's soul.
In response to Herbo's soul state, Dracula naturally used the magic of Bloody Water Prison.
This magic has been successfully tested on Voldemort's soul several times and it works very well!
As expected, Haierbo's face changed and his expression became anxious.
"Dracula, don't you have any interest in how I absorbed the power of the Dementors?" he shouted hoarsely.
The speed at which the bloody water prison contracted slowed down a little.
"I am indeed very curious." Dracula chuckled and said, "Then I will give you ten seconds to tell me in detail how you absorbed the power of the Dementors that were destroyed in the outside world into this place?"
"You must first agree to cooperate with me and help me escape from this cage. Otherwise, I won't tell you." Haierbo smiled cunningly, "Don't think I don't know that you want to get something for nothing."
"But you have no room for bargaining in front of me."
Dracula would not tolerate him. The bloody water prison began to spin again, shrinking at an accelerated speed.
"Dracula, your magic can't threaten me!" Herbo said hoarsely, "The worst that can happen to me is that I will die again. As long as my Horcrux is not destroyed, I will never really die!"
"But if you really disregard the friendship between us in the dark camp and insist on attacking me, then you will never know my secrets, and you will never know how I absorbed the power of the Dementors!"
Dracula looked at Herbo's confident expression and his eyes moved slightly.
He suddenly waved his wand, breaking the bloody water prison's restraints on Helbo, leaving only a circle of bloody rope as crystal clear as ruby, and then he raised his foot and took two steps forward.
"A wise choice, Sir Dracula." Helbo smiled and nodded slowly, "You won't regret helping me."
However, Andros, who was standing next to Dracula, did not look anxious at all.
Andros glanced at Dracula and saw the half-smile on his face, and couldn't help but look at Herbo with a sympathetic expression.
Poor pioneer of the dark wizard still maintained his confidence, thinking that the unlocking of the bloody water prison meant that Dracula was ready to resume his identity as a member of the dark camp and start cooperating with him.
In Herbo's opinion, no matter how powerful Andros was in the past, he was just like himself now, a broken soul with only a soul but no corresponding body. Naturally, he could not be a match for Dracula who had a complete body.
Therefore, as long as Dracula cooperates with him, the two of them can easily break free from the blockade of this secret realm, and even trap Andros in this prison.
Thinking of this, Haierbo unconsciously put on a smug smile on his face.
However, at this moment, a burning sensation that pierced the soul suddenly emerged from the depths of Hailbo's soul.
He lowered his head in astonishment, only to find that every part of the blood-red rope wrapped around his body was burning with white flames without exception.
This kind of flame seems to have no temperature, but it seems to be able to burn into the soul and burn people to ashes.
"Dracula, what are you doing?!" Helpo shouted in shock.
Looking at the happy smile on his face, Herbo realized that Dracula had never intended to cooperate with him. On the contrary, Dracula didn't even want him to die too easily.
"Herbo, do you think you are worthy enough to threaten me?" Dracula raised the corner of his mouth and smiled wantonly, "Since you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I will find out your secret sooner or later, there is no need to rush."
"Believe me, Dracula. You will regret your actions today!"
Seeing that Dracula was unmoved by any persuasion, Helbo finally gave up hope of cooperating with him. He just stared at him and spoke harshly.
"Don't worry, my life is long, but there are not many things that I regret." Dracula said with a chuckle.
Just like that, as Dracula and Herpo looked at each other, the old man with a wretched face was constantly burned by the white flames, and gradually became illusory and transparent.
Hailbo was burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, but he always kept his lips tightly closed, not uttering a painful roar, maintaining his last bit of dignity.
Finally, Herpo's soul was burned out, and the entrance of the replica of the Parthenon in front of him became empty, with only a little silver-white light representing the patron saint still floating quietly.
"It's all thanks to you today, my old friend. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how many years I would have to play hide-and-seek with him before I could catch him." Andros walked up and patted Dracula on the shoulder.
Dracula took a step to the side in annoyance, avoiding Andros's hand inconspicuously.
"Actually, I was a little bored recently, so I came to see you on a whim. I didn't expect to run into something like this." Dracula said to Andros, "Besides, it was me who killed the Dementors, which led to the increase in Herpo's power. It's only right for me to help you deal with this guy."
"It's been quite strange these years." Andros stretched out his hand and stroked his funny beard worriedly. "I don't know why, Helbo's soul power has not weakened over the years, but has become stronger and stronger."
"I can only use a special method to strengthen my patronus, so that I can barely compete with Helbo."
He pointed at the giant guardian angel that seemed as tall as a mountain and said, "Look, isn't my guardian angel much bigger than before?"
"It's indeed obvious." Dracula nodded in agreement. "I was still surprised when I first came here. How come you can still maintain such an open-minded attitude after two thousand years? The patronus has not shrunk but has grown instead?"
"That can't be helped. My mentality is really good. You can't compare to that!" Andros patted his chest proudly. "Don't you even look at who taught you the Patronus Charm?"
The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched violently twice.
He took a deep breath and barely suppressed the urge to beat this guy up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me that just by maintaining the mentality, the patronus can be magnified to this extent..."
"Alas... Of course not." Andros sighed and explained to Dracula, "In order to restrict a Herpo, I still don't know whether what I have done over the years is right or wrong."
"In fact, I have already exploited the magical potential of this area!" he said slowly.
Dracula paused.
"So this is the real reason why the Greek magic world is gradually declining?" He frowned and asked softly.
"I can't think of any other reason that could cause the wizarding world to decline to this extent." Andros laughed at himself. "Betting the future of the wizarding world on one person, who knows if it's a win or a loss?"
"But how did you do it?" Dracula took another step and caught up with Andros. "I have lived for so long, and I have never heard of such magic that can squeeze the potential of an area."
"If this powerful magic falls into the hands of those evil-minded dark wizards, won't they use the safety of the magic world to pave the way for their own advancement?"
"It's not that simple..." Andros shook his head slightly, "The conditions for this kind of magic to take effect are actually too harsh—"
This magic, which has squeezed the potential of the Greek magic world, can be traced back to the birth of the secret realm on the top of Mount Olympus.
In the ancient Greek period in the fourth and fifth centuries BC, in order to completely imprison Herpo who could not be killed, Andros led the entire prosperous Greek magic world to build a huge secret realm -
That is the secret place on the top of Mount Olympus.
In this secret realm, countless buildings that the Greek people had spent a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources to build were replicated by wizards in the secret realm.
These buildings are not so much copies of external buildings as they are spiritual projections of external buildings and living beings.
This is also the origin of this magnificent building complex in the secret realm.
Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the faith of countless human beings in gods, and are also filled with the most ardent expectations of wizards and civilians in the magic world for Andros to defeat Herbo.
Building after building served as the base of the formation, and together they formed a magical circle, sealing Helbo's soul in this powerful formation.
The core of the magic circle is the giant guardian god incarnated by Andros!
During Andros's two thousand years of fighting against Helbo, Andros's power was slowly weakening over time, but Helbo's soul power was growing for some reason.
As one side gained strength while the other lost, gradually, Andros became unable to suppress Helbo.
To this end, he borrowed the power of the projection of the building, and used his remaining little power to communicate with the original building in the outside world and connect the beliefs of ordinary wizards on this land.
Eventually, with the help of the outsiders' faith, Andros once again gained power that rivaled Helbo's.
However, people's beliefs are not endless.
As time went by, the power of this belief became weaker and weaker, until this belief could no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Helbo, and the formation automatically absorbed the foundation of the Greek magic world -
The magic power is escaping!
Therefore, the total amount of magic power in the Greek magic world became less and less, and the wizards born here became weaker and weaker. Even the local magic schools could only teach in the thin magic power and could no longer cultivate outstanding talents like before.
This is the root cause of the decline of the Greek magic world.
"So, the method of absorbing the power of Dementors that Herpo just wanted to tell me is the same as the reason why his soul power continues to grow over time?" Dracula frowned and asked.
"It's very likely." Andros nodded helplessly.
"Then why didn't you stop me from killing him?" Dracula glared at Andros. "If we can get him to talk, maybe we can find a way to solve the problem, and you won't have to continue to exploit the potential of the Greek magic world."
"Don't worry. Helbo and I have been fighting for more than two thousand years. I know him well." Andros shook his head. "That bastard won't tell you the truth. Even if he tells you his secret, it's probably wrong, or at least he's hiding something."
"If you ask me... instead of believing Hailbo's lies, it's better to think of a solution yourself!" He smiled with relief, and didn't seem to feel the slightest regret.
"Now I have to admit that your mentality is really outstanding." Dracula exclaimed, "No wonder you can cast the world's largest Patronus Charm."
"Hahaha, it's a pity that the size of the Patronus Charm has no necessary connection with strength." Andros laughed, "Don't you always use this to mock me? I don't know if I'm invincible or not, but you know that I'm happy."
"I'm more curious about how you're going to explain this to the Greek Minister of Magic." Dracula raised the corner of his mouth with a gloating look. "Albert has gone bald because of worrying about the magic world. I'm curious about how you're going to face him."
He pointed forward and pointed to the middle-aged man with a bald head standing with Newt to Andros.
Andros' smile froze on his face.
"To be honest, I don't want to lie to him." After a long silence, he sighed deeply, "I'm going to tell him the truth. If the minister hates me, I'll accept it."
Andros laughed at himself and walked straight towards Albert.
"Another question, can you speak modern Greek?" Dracula suddenly called him from behind.
"Of course I can speak it." Andros gave a thumbs up to the person behind him. "After all, I have been communicating with various temples in the outside world. It's not that complicated to learn the language of the descendants."
Dracula shrugged and watched from a distance as Andros pulled Albert, the current Minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic, away from Newt and talked to him next to a low wall.
At first, Albert looked at the ancient Greek hero with admiration, but later, after hearing what Andros said, Albert became indignant.
After another conversation, Albert sat down on the ground in an ungraceful manner, scratching his few remaining hairs with his fingers in pain.
Finally, Albert leaned against the low wall with a look of despair and sat on the rippling ground. No matter how others called him, he did not respond.
"Professor Dracula, what happened to Albert?" Newt walked to Dracula and asked with a worried look on his face.
"Maybe it's the collapse of faith?" Dracula sighed softly.
"Let him sit alone for a while. He has to figure this out himself."
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