The shock Albertel received this time was too great and it seemed difficult for him to recover.
Andros also squatted beside the low wall with him, looking at the Greek Minister of Magic, who was worried about the Greek magical world to the point of baldness, with a sympathetic look on his face.
Newt sighed sympathetically, then turned his gaze to Dracula beside him.
"Professor Dracula, can you take me to see the inside of those buildings?" he asked. "I vaguely sense some familiar auras from here, but I'm not sure what they are yet. I need to get closer."
"Of course, no problem." Dracula looked at Newt curiously and agreed casually, "But how can a place that has been closed for thousands of years have a familiar atmosphere to you?"
"I'm curious too." Newt said softly, but his expression seemed a little solemn.
Dracula took Newt to a randomly chosen ancient Greek-style temple and walked in, standing on a flat marble surface.
The two passed through a square hall and arrived at the sanctuary inside the temple. Looking up, they could see a tall, gold-inlaid statue standing in front of the sanctuary.
Dracula couldn't tell which statue this was, he could only tell that the carving skills of the carver were quite high.
"How about it, Mr. Scamander, have you found any familiar scent?" Dracula looked at Newt and asked.
"There is indeed a familiar scent. I can feel it nearby." Newt paced on the marble floor, closing his eyes and feeling it.
In this temple, a faint black aura quietly wrapped around his body, as if it wanted to devour him...
Newt suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the thick and corrosive black air around him.
"Or rather, it's not just around us, but everywhere around us, there's that familiar smell." He raised his voice and said to Dracula, "I know, this is the smell of Obscurus!"
"Isn't this the power of Dementors that Herpo absorbed? What does it have to do with the Obscurus?" Dracula frowned.
He spread out his slender fingers, grabbed a strand of black air, and turned his hands around several times like a twirling rope, wrapping the endless black air around him into a ball. He pulled it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.
"Is this power similar to the Obscurus?" Dracula asked curiously. "It's been a while since I've seen something as rare as the Obscurus. I'm not sure what form its power takes."
Newt was silent for a moment, then suddenly placed his ever-present old-fashioned suitcase on the ground and unbuttoned two buttons.
As soon as he opened the snap of the box, a small yellow paw came out of the box.
“No, Teddy, go back quickly. I’m not here to look for you!” Newt quickly grabbed the Niffler’s neck and lifted him up. “I’m not sure if there are other dangers here, so don’t run around!”
Dracula watched with interest as Newt struggled to stuff Teddy Niffler back into the suitcase, then waved his wand and pulled out a transparent magic bubble from the suitcase.
There is a mass of black fluid-like substance in this transparent bubble, which sways in the air from time to time.
"This is... an Obscurus?" Dracula asked in surprise, looking at the black fluid substance wrapped in transparent bubbles. "Where did you keep it from? I remember that when the host of the Obscurus dies, the Obscurus will also dissipate."
"That should have happened more than 60 years ago." Newt explained softly, with deep nostalgia in his eyes, "At that time, I met an Obscure in Sudan, and she trusted me very much."
"I still remember when I used all my strength to separate Mo Mo Ran from the girl's body, she looked at me with encouragement, telling me to let go."
"But I failed her expectations in the end. I didn't save her in the end..."
"You are already amazing, Mr. Scamander." Dracula began to comfort him, "The Obscurus is an extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark force. It often launches explosive attacks and then disappears..."
"From what I know, Obscurials are rarely willing to trust others, even their closest relatives. The fact that the Sudanese girl was able to trust you and even let you help separate the Obscurus from her body shows her attitude towards you."
"That's all over long ago, Mr. Scamander," said Dracula.
"Yeah, these things are long gone." Newt sighed and shook his head, "The most important thing now is the matter at hand."
He looked deeply into Dracula's eyes, "Professor Dracula, through this Obscurus, can you tell the similarities between the two energies?"
Dracula waved his hand gently, and the transparent bubble in front of Newt flew over lightly.
However, when the Moslem in the bubble gradually approached Dracula, it seemed to feel a strong pressure coming from Dracula. Moslem seemed to be suddenly touched and suddenly fluctuated.
"Professor Dracula, wait a minute!" Newt shouted in panic.
If Mo Mo Ran were to explode at this time, it would likely consume all of the little strength that was already left after decades of accumulation.
Newt didn't want to let the Sudanese girl from that year disappear like this, leaving behind the last trace of her existence in the world!
At this moment, Dracula raised his hand and pressed down on the transparent bubble.
Mo Moran in the bubble seemed to suppress his emotions immediately, and he stayed quietly in his bubble.
"Don't worry, Mr. Scamander, I know my limits." Dracula curled his lips at Newt.
Then, he placed the sphere formed by the black air in his hand and the transparent bubble containing Obscurus together, carefully comparing the similarities between the two.
"It seems that there are indeed many similarities." Dracula frowned, "Whether it is the energy properties, color, or characteristics, there is a very similar taste..."
"But this shouldn't be the case... One of them was caused by the riot of magic in the wizard's body, and the other was the residual power of the Dementors absorbed by Helbo. There shouldn't be such a strong similarity between the two..."
"If these two powers are really similar to this extent, then it means that the magic of wizards and the power of Dementors are the same thing?"
Dracula pondered in confusion, looking at the two different power systems placed side by side in the air, his eyes wandering.
"Professor Dracula, could it be that when the despicable Herpo absorbed the power of the Dementors, he also changed the form of the Dementors' power—" Newt asked, "Herpo changed it into a form of power that is easier for wizards to absorb, so it is similar to the power of the Obscurus?"
"Probably not." Dracula shook his head and said, "Because this kind of black energy is not suitable for wizards to absorb. It would be a bit redundant to transfer the power of the Dementors into this form and then absorb it."
"Of course, we can't completely rule out this possibility, so we can do more observations."
As he spoke, Dracula took out a mirror engraved with a phoenix relief from his pocket and pressed a button on it.
Nicolas Flamel's face emerged in the mirror.
"Tell me, what do you need my help with, old man?" Seeing Dracula's face, Flamel seemed to be in a good mood, and said in a light tone, "I am enjoying the drama! If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly, and I will see how I can help you."
"How do you know I'm here to ask you for help?" Dracula raised his eyebrows. "Can't I just suddenly want to chat with you?"
"Don't I know you, old man?" Flamel said confidently. "Whenever you wanted to talk to me, you just came to me. I almost didn't dare to go out to watch the show because I was afraid you would run around and scare others."
"Ahem... is it so obvious?" Dracula coughed awkwardly, "Well, help me use your instruments to check this energy..."
He gathered the black gas into a ball in his hand and threw it in front of the mirror.
"Focus on analyzing the similarities and differences between it and the Obscurus." Dracula said to the mirror, "Mr. Scamander and I are not in a good position right now to find the specific energy differences between the two."
"No problem. Just drop it off at my workshop on the second floor." Flamel chuckled. "So... Newt is with you?"
Dracula tilted the mirror a little more in Newt's direction.
When Newt saw the white-haired figure in the mirror, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then he smiled in surprise.
"Nico, long time no see." He waved at the mirror.
"Newt, Perenelle asked me the same thing a while ago! She asked why Newt and Tina hadn't come to Paris to visit us two old bones for so long." Nicolas Flamel said to Newt with some complaints, "Has our feelings faded after knowing each other for so long?"
"Of course not, Nico!" Newt explained shyly, "It's just that I'm busy traveling around the world, collecting materials for the new version of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; Tina and her good friend Lali are also busy preparing new teaching materials for Yin Fa Mori."
"Don't worry, when we are done with this busy period, we will definitely bring Rolf to visit you and Perenelle."
"Then it's settled! Perenelle and I will be waiting for you in Paris!" Nicolas Flamel said happily.
Then he turned his gaze to Dracula who was watching the show on the side, "Brad, and you too! Don't just go around looking for fun, remember to come visit us two old bones more often!"
"Okay, okay, no problem!" Dracula shrugged nonchalantly.
At the same time, he casually snapped his fingers and threw a ball of black air in his hand into a dark moonlight, teleporting it to Flamel's safe house on Rue Morency in Paris.
"That ball of black gas was thrown into your home. Don't just focus on watching your drama and forget about it!" Dracula chuckled.
"Of course, you don't need to remind me!" Flamel waved his hand unhappily. "Go and do your own thing. Don't delay me from watching this play."
After saying that, he took the initiative to disconnect the connection between the mirrors, and before completely disconnecting them, he did not forget to add:
"Don't forget to come visit us two old bones often!"
Dracula and Newt both looked at the energetic old man with a smile, watching his figure disappear from the mirror.
"Nico seems to be in good spirits." Newt smiled with relief.
"Isn't it? When he thought about how I was living such a boring life and still trying to have fun, he was full of motivation to live again." Dracula chuckled and shook his head.
"After all, his love for drama has never changed, and the Muggle world is constantly producing new dramas. His interest in life has never disappeared."
Who would have thought that this old man was discussing with another old man at this time last year, planning to use the Philosopher's Stone as bait to lure Voldemort into the trap, and then take this opportunity to pass away
'If we had really allowed Nico to rest in peace, it would have been very difficult to find an expert who could analyze magical energy now...' Dracula thought to himself.
"Let's go and see what's happening with those two guys outside." He chuckled and shook his head, then took the lead to walk towards the outskirts of the temple.
A ray of silver light representing the patron saint shone into the square hall of the temple, faint and refreshing.
Dracula and Newt walked side by side to the low wall where Albert and Andros were, and looked at the bald Minister of Magic who represented the Greek magical community.
"What's going on, Minister Abbott?" Dracula first looked at Andros, then raised the corner of his mouth and asked.
Andros looked up at Dracula and Newt who were walking from a distance, and spread his hands to them, meaning that Albert was still struggling and showed no signs of recovery.
Dracula raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Albert.
"I thought that as the Minister of Magic, your ability to withstand pressure should not be so weak, right?" he asked with interest.
Albert raised his head with a numb expression, glanced at the silver-haired figure in front of him, and then lowered his eyes dully.
"What can I do?" He said in a heavy tone, "When I found out that no matter how hard I tried, the Greek magic world would inevitably decline... could I feel anything other than despair?"
"What other emotions can I have? Of course I'm letting myself go..." Dracula was interrupted by Newt before he could finish his excited words.
Newt pulled Dracula's sleeve with some complaint, squatted down, and looked straight into Albert's eyes.
"Albert, I can see that you are a very responsible Minister of Magic." He said softly, "But there are some things that are beyond our ability to deal with. I can understand the despair of knowing that no matter how hard you try, it's useless!"
"I always felt this powerless when I faced Grindelwald."
"So how did you deal with this emotion at that time, Mr. Scamander?" Albert's eyes fluctuated slightly.
Newt smiled.
"I choose to trust my other companions!" he said.
…
…