Professor Vampire.

Chapter 153: Come and visit me in my castle.

"Trusting other companions?" Abattoir opened his eyes a little puzzled and looked at Newt's gentle smile.

"That's right, trust our other companions!" Newt repeated the sentence, "Some things bring too much pressure for a small person like us to handle. There's absolutely no need to put too much pressure on ourselves at this time."

"But you've never been anything but a little man, Mr. Scamander." Abattoir laughed bitterly.

"No, compared to those two great wizards standing at the peak of the world, I am indeed just a small person." Newt smiled and shook his head, "There is not much I can do in the midst of such world power, I can only do my best. Leave the rest to Dumbledore and the rest of his companions."

"Minister Abbottel, don't you trust the invincible Mr. Andros to take care of things in the Greek magic world?"

"Me?" Andros was suddenly mentioned from the side, pointing a finger at himself with an expression of disbelief.

He didn't seem to have thought at all about how to handle the matter of the Greek magic community.

Newt hurriedly gave him a wink, signaling Andros to cooperate with the wave and calm down the emotions of this miserable Greek magic minister first.

Andros nodded knowingly and began to beat his chest incessantly.

"Ah, yes, I'll take the shot!" He said in a loud voice, "Just put your mind at ease, Abattoir. I'll naturally take care of the problems I left behind myself!"

While saying such confident words, Andros secretly looked at Dracula with helpless eyes, wanting to learn the solution to the problem from his eyes.

However, Dracula spread his hands at him and expressed his love ...

Abattoir didn't notice Andros' small movements behind his back.

Hearing Andros' statement with conviction, his spirit finally recovered partially, or at least he was no longer as distraught as before.

"Malaka, I've decided! I don't care!" Abattoir said in self-loathing.

"I should have thought of it, a Greek like me with little ability to manage my own Ministry of Magic is already having a hard time, trying to sway such a major event in the magic world is simply asking for trouble!"

"Yes, that's right, Abbottel!" Newt gave him a relieved smile, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, learn to trust your other companions."

"That's right, I'm just a minor character, no need to bother myself with such things." Abattoir nodded approvingly, "The invincible Andros will settle things in the Greek magic world!"

'After all is said and done, in the end, don't you still choose to let yourself go ...'

Looking at Abattoir, who had realized the true meaning of swinging for the fences in life, Dracula fell into deep thought.

He always felt that there seemed to be a difference between the "don't have too much pressure" that the Minister of Magic understands and the "trust in your fellow man" that Newt said. ...

After half a day of thinking about what exactly is different, Dracula felt a bit troublesome, so he also decided to put up a bad show.

Who cares whether there is a difference or not, it is good to let the Greek Minister of Magic live in peace!

Now that the despicable Helbo has been eliminated, a weak soul, even if it possesses a Horcrux, if it wants to be resurrected again, it will need to accumulate at least a few more years of power, so it's not enough to worry about for a while.

As for the decline of the Greek magical world, it is also closely related to Helbo - the only way to find Helbo's soul is to find his soul.

Only by finding the hiding place of Helbo's Horcruxes and completely eliminating Helbo will Andros be able to free himself from the secret realm at the top of Mount Olympus; when Andros no longer needs to draw on the magic world's fugitive magic power to fight against Helbo, then the root cause of the decline of the Greek magic world will be completely eliminated.

In response, Dracula didn't have any good solutions.

He could only promise Andros that he would try his best to help find Helbo's Horcrux, but there was no certainty that he would be able to find it.

After all, more than two thousand years had passed, who could know where a cunning black wizard would put the Horcrux?

On top of that, what made Dracula most curious right now was the relationship between the black aura left behind by Helpo and Murmuran.

This matter had already been handed over to an expert like Nicole LeMay to analyze, and it shouldn't take long to be able to come to a conclusion, again there was no need for Dracula's few people to continue to stay in this secret realm.

In this way, it seems that the main things that need to be accomplished to come here have been carried out more or less, and now there is nothing else worthwhile for a few people to continue to stay.

So Dracula made a very spontaneous farewell to Andros, and once again sat in the silver-colored Rolls-Royce that was parked on the polished ground.

"Are you sitting down?" He asked with a soft smile as he looked through the rearview mirror at Newt's Abbottel sitting in the back.

Already having had experience of riding in a car, Abbottel's eyes tightened and he hurriedly pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it, gripping the armrest by the door with both hands tightly before nodding nervously to Dracula.

Dracula couldn't help but laugh as he casually flicked a few buttons on the dashboard and started the car with a steady hand.

The "cherub" badge on the front hood changed just as it had come to be - the "cherub".

"A pair of wings behind the cherub slowly expanded, widened and stretched out, eventually splitting into two disconnected wings.

One wing was attached to the left side of the body, and the other to the opposite side. Both wings flapped at the same time.

A soft breeze fanned out from beneath the wings, blowing tiny ripples across the water-like ground, glistening under the light of Andros' silver-white daemon.

Dracula put his hand out the window and waved at Andros from a distance.

He looked at the red-haired figure of Andros in his ancient Greek wrapped robes in the side reversing mirror, and suddenly thought of what he had come here for in the first place-

At the very beginning, in fact, Dracula was just feeling a bit bored and wanted to find some old friends who still survived in the world, or perhaps just wanted to chat and catch up with them.

Who would have thought that this journey to Greece would have unknowingly experienced so many things:

Helping Andros destroy the vile Helpo; meeting Newt Scamander, who occupies a large part in the story told by Nicole Lemay; and discovering the truth about the dwindling of the Greek magic community ...

"Let's just say the trip wasn't quite in vain."

Dracula laughed softly, and without another moment's hesitation, pressed another button on the dashboard - the

One after another arcane ancient Ruyani symbols surfaced on the body, windows, and even the bottom of the car, hooking up with each other to form a glowing Ruyani circuit that wrapped around the entire automobile.

In the next moment, the silver-colored car rose from the ground and flew lightly towards the upside-down Mount Olympus in the sky.

...

After passing through the non-stop rotating magic formation at the top of the mountain, the sky was turned upside down again.

It was as if the direction of the world had once again been turned upside down, and Mount Olympus had suddenly turned around, the majestic mountains standing on top of the leveled land as they had when they came.

Looking out of the window towards the majestic Olympus, the eye could see that the thick fog from whence it had come had dissipated as much as it could, and there was no longer the occasional flickering blackness and white light on the summit.

Bright beams of light shone out from behind the mountain's crest, piercing into the distant sky like swords and illuminating the snowflakes on the entire summit of Mount Olympus.

The colors of Mount Olympus became clearer--the

The top of the mountain was a snowy white; some distance below it changed to a wood ochre formed by bare rock and dirt; continuing downward, one could see a great deal of artificially paved light gray, as well as a dark green representing vegetation that was rare in winter.

With each passing excess of several colors, Dracula pulled up at the base of Mount Olympus.

There were several members of the Greek Ministry of Magic waiting anxiously at this location.

"Minister Abbottel, do you know? The vision at the top of the mountain has disappeared!" As soon as one of the juniors saw Abbottel walking down from Dracula's Lauslais, he rushed to report the good news with an excited face, "We're victorious after all!"

"Yes, we did win ... didn't hand out any field victories." Abbottel was now also considered to have experienced big waves along with Dracula, and at this time, in the face of the excited little brother, he expressed very tantalizing.

"All of you calm down, don't let others see the joke!" He suddenly reprimanded loudly, "I really don't understand how we, the Greek Ministry of Magic, recruited you useless guys who make a fuss when they encounter a little thing."

The several juniors were all looking at Abbottel with a bewildered plus aggrieved face after being scolded by him.

They thought to themselves, 'Wasn't it you who made the most fuss before? We all thought it was normal when we saw such abnormal weather, just Mr. Minister was in a hurry and instead thought that the Greek magic world was about to have a big disaster ...''

Of course, they didn't say what was on their minds, but the unconvincedness on their expressions was quite obvious.

"Disconcerted huh?" Abattoir looked at them with a hateful expression, "Then let me ask you guys, do you know the reason for the appearance of a weather this time?"

Several of the minions shook their heads in bewilderment.

"And do you know the reason why the weather is back to normal again?"

The minions shook their heads again.

"You don't know this, you don't know that, and you don't think to investigate the truth of the matter, for that you guys dare to be unconvinced?!" Abbottel was furious, "Go back and write a check for me through and through!"

Abbottel greeted Dracula and Newt and cursed as he used the few remaining door keys to lead his minions away.

Dracula and Newt looked at the departing Greek Minister of Magic and both couldn't help but smile.

"Looks like Abbottel's mind is recovering quite well!" Newt couldn't help but say, "Looking at his state, he should have completely let go of his worries about the Greek magic world."

"I don't know if he has let go of his worries or not ...," Dracula said with the same uncontrollable smile, "but I can guess that after Abbottel goes back, the members of the Greek Magic Ministry are going to be in bad luck! "

"It's about time these not-so-helpful ministry members got a good training session." Newt laughed and shook his head, "These people can't even use a Muggle banishing spell, I don't know how they get their usual official duties done."

Dracula nodded with a lost smile and turned his head to Newt.

"Mr. Scamander, is there anything else planned next?" He asked, "If nothing else, I'd like to invite you to be my guest at my private castle, and it would be nice to be able to stop by and tell me about the Global Wizarding War period."

"Private castle?"... "Newt's eyes moved slightly, "Professor Dracula, are you trying to invite me to be your guest at Castle Brown?"

Dracula's demeanor changed slightly.

"Has that old man Nicole told you who I am?" He asked, "Or did Dumbledore tell you? I've heard you're quite a personal friend to both of them."

"Neither of them told me who you are, Professor Dracula." Newt smiled coyly, "But your identity isn't really that hard to guess, is it?"

He turned his eyes to the corners of Dracula's mouth and the side of his ears and opened his mouth to explain, "You probably didn't care to overdisguise yourself, so you only hid your vampire fangs, nails, and wings, but your child's hole, hair color, and ears are still distinct from the norm."

"I thought there were quite a few wizards in the magical community who were physically different from the norm, it's only fair that you shouldn't be drawn to these small details." Dracula asked thoughtfully.

"Those details of appearance really aren't enough for me to identify you." Newt said softly, "Even if you have done a good job in your daily performance, you can still tell something different in some minor details ..."

"For example, when you are sitting in the driver's seat, I have observed that whenever there is a faint sunlight shining through the mist in the car, you will subconsciously retract your exposed hand from the car window and put it in the position of the door handle where the sunlight does not shine ..."

"In addition, while driving out of the middle of the secret realm, because the fog had lifted, you made a very obvious frowning motion when faced with the sunlight and subsequently closed the windows of the car."

"Combined with some of your physical characteristics, it basically determines your identity as a vampire." Newt recounted seriously, "Of course, the most important thing is your very natural attitude when you are with both Nicole and Andros ..."

"Facing a great man like Nicole who is several hundred years old, I also waited until I was old before I gradually lost the pressure of conversing with him." He then smiled to himself, "But I was actually in awe of him when I was younger."

"But you seem to not have any pressure when conversing with them, instead you have a feeling of being a peer, and both of their old men respect you very much. This can also side-step the fact that your age is by no means what it appears to be on the outside."

"In that case, perhaps you are that Count Dracula-sama who once left a strong color in the history of magic." Newt said.

"How wonderful, is this the observation of the world's most prestigious magical zoologist?" Dracula said with interest, "You're still the first wizard to recognize my identity."

"I actually only found out by accident." Newt smiled a little coyly.

"No one else found out so much by accident." Dracula laughed softly and shook his head, "Now I'm more interested in you, Mr. Scamander."

"So you want to come around to my castle?"