Professor Vampire.

Chapter 148:

Dracula threw the window open, his stern eyes searching for unusual locations amongst the surrounding mist.

"Lord Dracula, with the fog so heavy here, can you see anything out here?" Abattoir asked with a confused look on his face.

He followed Dracula's example and opened the window and looked outside but found nothing but a white scene.

Newt also tried to use "Meteolojio" on the window, but the fog was too heavy and covered too much area.

Every time he cleared an area of fog, others would follow, leaving no gaps in the fog nearby.

"There's no way for anyone to see anything nearby with the naked eye in this situation, is there?" Dracula said, "But we wouldn't have needed to see anything with the naked eye, as long as we observe the flow of magic around here."

There seemed to be a constant flow of light in Dracula's burgundy-eyed child.

Under his perspective, the endless mists in the sky seemed to have disappeared, leaving only countless colors that outlined countless colorful lines in the sky.

Whether it was the pure white light that flickered from time to time in the mists, or the black gas that occasionally escaped from the secret realm at the top of the mountain, at this moment, it was being transformed into countless ink-rendered drawings that were entwined together in the midst of Dracula's line of sight.

Following these colors that were entangled with each other and at the same time separated from each other, continuing to look into the distance, it was as if he could see a dense cloudy haze.

Dracula's eyes lit up and he suddenly stepped on the gas pedal.

The silver car suddenly turned into a lightning bolt in the middle of the mist, threw a windy drift in the air and rushed towards that piece of haze in Dracula's line of sight.

Abbott didn't react, immediately knocked his head on the window next to the back seat, and a big bag swelled up behind his head.

As for Newt, who was also sitting in the car, he was spared because he was still honestly wearing his seatbelt.

"Slow down, slow down ...," Abbottel said shivering to Dracula as he fumbled to grab the seatbelt beside him.

However it was hard to find the suspected entrance and there was no telling when this natural magic that could change at any moment would change form and location, Dracula was not willing to stop at this time.

"Mr. Minister, just commiserate for a moment, we'll be there soon." He said comfortingly.

Hearing these words that were like comforting words, Abbottel's face instantly turned green.

And Newt, who was sitting next to Abbottel, was after all a legendary wizard who had seen a great deal of wind and waves, and after experiencing the initial two or three seconds of being at a loss for words, he immediately adapted to the speed of the super-fast speeding car, and even bothered to take out his wand from his sleeve.

"Shoes stick to the ground (Colloshoo)."

Newt recited to the poor Greek Minister of Magic beside him.

The simple sticky feet spell, reworked by Newt, acted on Abbottle's clothes, gluing them to the back of the car.

Abbottel was then in no danger of crashing into anything again.

"Thank you, Mr. Scamander." With a startled sigh of relief, Abbottel hurriedly pulled his seatbelt over and fastened it, and cast a grateful look at Newt.

Newt nodded and reached out his wand again to point it at the back of his head where he'd knocked it, using a healing spell to dissolve the one large bag.

By the time all of that was done, the distance, which wasn't too far, had come in a flash at the super high speed of the car-

"This should be the neighborhood." Dracula stopped the car in the air, the light in his eyes flowing once again.

Obviously, this area was the place where the colorful clouds representing magic power converged.

However, if one were to look in the direction of this area where the magic was thickest with just the naked eye, one would only find a misty landscape that was no different from any of the sights over Mount Olympus.

"Alohomora (Aloha Cave)."

Dracula put his hand out the window and casually cast an unlocking spell there.

The light representing the unlocking spell disappeared into the roiling mist, like a stone sinking into the sea, causing no reaction.

"So faceless?" Dracula furrowed his brows, "What about this spell-"

"Drill the heart and pluck out the bones (Crucio)."

Hearing this spell, Abbottel, who was originally dazed by the high-speed car, suddenly sat up with a jolt.

But he forgot that his wizard robe was still attached to the seat behind his back, so ...

"Snort--"

The poor robe, after enduring many acceleration and deceleration impacts, finally couldn't withstand another impact under Abbottel's great shock, and was finally torn open a large mouth.

But at this moment, Abbottel couldn't care about that much anymore, he was at this moment looking at Dracula with a dazed look, questioning:

"Lord Dracula, what you just used is one of the Unforgivable Spells, the ... Drill Spell?"

"That's right, what's the problem?" Dracula responded with some annoyance as he watched the Drill Heart spell not make any waves either.

He then glanced at the balding face in the rearview mirror and suddenly remembered the identity of the man in the back seat, "Oh no, I forgot there was a Greek Minister of Magic here, sorry."

"You misheard me, I didn't even just use the unforgivable spell." He said without changing his face.

Abbottel: "..."

You're making a fool out of me here!

"Lord Dracula, I must remind you that using the Unforgivable Spell without authorization is an illegal act within the scope of the entire world's magic community!" Abbottel said seriously, "And the use of black magic can have a great impact on a wizard's mental state, and can easily lead one astray ..."

"On our side of Greece, every sorcerer who has learned black magic will end up with a mental disorder."

Dracula squinted over his eyes at Abattoir and suddenly snorted.

"So, do you think there's something wrong with my mental state?" He asked absently.

'There is quite a problem.'

That's what Abattoir thought, but looking at Dracula's gradually turning cold look, he didn't dare to say it after all.

"Ahem ... I think your spirit is quite normal, definitely not affected by black magic!" He said with conviction.

"Oh? I thought you were going to say that my mental state is not normal!" Dracula stared into Abattoir's eyes and said with a smirk.

"There is absolutely no such thing!" Cold sweat broke out behind Abner's back.

"Forget it, it's quite pointless to chat with you, you still have too little insight as a person." Dracula shook his head in a bored manner, "I can give you a reminder-"

"Something like black magic will indeed have an effect on a sorcerer's mental state, but that depends on how strong his own spirit is ..."

"A sorcerer with a strong spirit, who has been immersed in black magic all his life won't necessarily be affected mentally by it; while sorcerers such as those of you in Greece, who have a weak spirit and not much potential to learn black magic at all, will fall into the abyss of doom at the slightest contact."

Dracula suddenly hooked up the corner of his mouth and got up to come closer to Abbottel's face, "How can a professor of black magic defense teach defense against black magic if he doesn't know how to do it?"

"Keep your eyes open and I'll show you a proper feast of black magic!"

Saying that, he suddenly jumped out of the open car window and disappeared into the thick mist.

Abattoir didn't even react before the driver's seat became empty, leaving only the dashboard and other various instruments at the front of the car still running as they should.

"Hey..! Lord Dracula, don't think about it!

"

He froze for a long while before suddenly reacting, sticking his head out of the window and peering desperately down at the car.

"I just said that casually ... Actually, you didn't use the Unforgivable Spell on anyone, you don't have to be put in your Azkaban!" Abattoir shouted into the fog.

Just then, Newt tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry Minister Abbottle, Professor Dracula he's fine." Newt shook his head at him and said softly, "Instead of worrying about Professor Dracula's well-being, why don't you just mend your own back first."

"Uh...," Abbottel's next words stalled in his throat.

The mountain wind with heavy humidity blew through the car window, and it was then that he felt a chill down his back.

Abbottel hurriedly used a repair spell to restore his clothes to their original state, then looked curiously at Newt.

"Mr. Scamander, how do you know that Lord Dracula will be fine? This is thousands of meters up in the air!" He asked, still somewhat worried, "And I'm not afraid to laugh at you, what I'm actually most worried about is not His Excellency Dracula, but my own little life ..."

"You see, the operation of this Muggle automobile looks so complicated, and neither one of us knows how to drive it. If His Excellency Dracula falls from here, odds are we won't survive either ..."

Hearing Abner's frank words, Newt laughed out loud instead.

"Don't worry, we won't fall down just like that." He grinned and patted the old suitcase he didn't leave his hand at all times, "I've got a lot of cuties here that can help us land safely yet, would you like to hear them?"

With that, Newt was about to introduce the air winged bird in his suitcase that had once helped him a great deal to Abner to get acquainted with.

However, in the next moment, it was as if a thunderclap boomed in the sky, interrupting Newt's excitement.

As a thick bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, it was as if the surrounding fog was split into two halves in an instant.

Immediately after, countless rays of different colors surfaced in the air one after another, and they kept flickering, jumping, and bursting with the brilliance of that lightning ...

In the blink of an eye, this sky that should have been occupied by mists turned into a sea of all sorts of magic spells!

"This ... this is ..."

Abattoir looked out of the window in shock, this scene of roiling magic spells simply overturned his cognition.

Many of these magic spells were ones that he had never seen or even heard of in his life, but each of them carried a powerful aura and filled with an appalling aura.

"Sojourn Spell, Multiple Freezing Spell, Knightly Fire Spell ..." He carefully distinguished the magic spells that he could barely recognize among these endless layers of magic spells, "Heavens... . are these all black magic?!"

At this moment, Abner finally understood what Dracula meant by "a feast of black magic".

On the other hand, Newt on the other side had a much different understanding.

As a legendary wizard who had personally experienced the era of the Global Wizard War, Newt had seen the most powerful black wizard in the world, Grindelwald's elegance when he performed magic many times.

Not only that, he had even witnessed the 1945 duel between the two great wizards, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, which was the pinnacle of the magical world!

Now that he saw the many magic spells cast by Dracula, he even vaguely recalled the posture of the two great wizards when they dueled back then.

"Seventeen, eighteen ... twenty-five ... this is put nearly how many magic spells cast at the same time?"

Newt somewhat dazzlingly counted the magic spells that appeared in front of him, but how could he not count how many magic spells Dracula actually cast at once ...

But at least what Newt can be sure of today is that this Professor of Black Magic Defense Arts is definitely a great wizard level existence that is not inferior to Grindelwald and Dumbledore at their peak!

Under the dense rain of magic spells, the space in front of him gradually fluctuated.

Just as a deep purple magic spell light skimmed over a certain space, it disappeared very abruptly.

Dracula keenly looked towards that abnormal location, stopped casting all magic spells in an instant, and concentrated on waving his wand---

A pillar of blood-red light like a waterfall suddenly blasted towards the place where the dark purple magic spell had disappeared, fiercely shattering and annihilating the hidden magic that existed in that space.

In the next moment, a hexagram magic formation surrounded by circular light appeared at the place where the pillar of blood-red light had bombarded.

Right behind this magic formation, it was as if there was an otherworldly world, vaguely outlining its mysterious outline in the eyes of Dracula, Newt, and Abattoir.

Now, the three of them were just separated from that world by a brilliant and magnificent formation aperture, intersecting and rotating like a doorway that did not welcome visitors.

Dracula's figure appeared once again in the driver's seat of the car at an unknown time, placing his hand on the dashboard.

"The one in the back, remember to sit still this time, but I'm ready to go." He said with a light smile as his eyes were fixed on the magic array not far ahead.

Abattoir hurriedly fastened his seatbelt once more, sat upright, and nodded.

Dracula was still considerate enough to watch his movements in the rearview mirror, and then fiercely stepped on the gas pedal.

The silver-colored car instantly accelerated, and fiercely crashed headlong into the middle of that non-stop rotating magic formation.

The moment they touched that light curtain, the three of them felt as if the sky was spinning, and the world seemed to have turned upside down.

The towering and majestic Mount Olympus seemed to have turned upside down, hanging far above the canopy.

Underneath Mount Olympus was a stretch of lofty and elegant buildings, with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a water-like flat land.

However, the most shocking thing was not these, but a silver giant as tall as Mount Olympus, as if connecting the sky to the earth, standing beside that building like that!