Chapter 146

Seeing Dracula's car logo, the Muggle man suddenly wanted to quit.

He has discovered that this silver-haired man is more than just someone who can drive a Rolls-Royce... A million-dollar car will crash into it at any time, and his actions without feeling distressed or caring are just the right thing to do. This was the source of his fear.

"Ahem... I thought about it, and suddenly I felt that the responsibility for driving 50/50 was not very reasonable." The Muggle man immediately changed his mind and said, "Actually, our two cars have suffered about the same degree of damage, so why don't we each retreat? step--"

"This way, otherwise it will be treated as if we owe nothing to each other, I will suffer a little loss, and you won't have to pay me the repair cost of 25,000 US dollars..."

He seemed to feel that he was wrong for saying this. Before Dracula could respond, he got into the car again, started the car as fast as he could in his life, and drove away from the scene in a puff of smoke.

"Your Excellency, are you just going to let this Muggle go?" Abotel looked at the Muggle man's car disappearing around the corner of the road, and asked slightly depressed, "Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

"Of course I have to teach him a lesson. After all, I have always been a petty guy." Dracula raised an evil smile on his lips and turned to look at the other side of the mountain road.

Newt and Albert followed Dracula's gaze towards the corner, which was in the opposite direction to where the Muggle man disappeared.

Just when the two of them were confused, a black car suddenly came out of the corner. If you look closely, you can see its dented front bumper...

"Is this the car from just now?" Newt asked in surprise.

The next moment, his question was answered——

Inside the open window of the black BMW sedan, a middle-aged man was looking at Rolls-Royce and Newt on the side of the road with an expression of disbelief. At the same time, he reached out and rubbed his eyes blankly.

Who is this if not the Muggle man just now?

The black car sped past again and once again disappeared around the corner where it disappeared last time.

"Uh... Your Excellency, I suddenly remembered, isn't it inappropriate to use magic to teach Muggles like this?" Only then did Abotel remember his identity as the Minister of Magic in Greece. "This goes against the International Wizards Federation Secrecy Act..."

"As long as you two don't tell anyone, who will know that I violated the Secrecy Act?" Dracula said nonchalantly.

"That's true..." Alberto nodded, and then he realized something was wrong, "That's not right. I am also the Minister of Magic, so how can I take the lead in covering it up?"

"But didn't you just say you wanted to teach this Muggle a lesson?" Dracula glanced at him.

"I said it out of anger...just words out of anger." Abotel wiped the sweat from his bald forehead.

Not long after, the black BMW car emerged from the previous corner again.

The Muggle man in the car looked at the silver Rolls-Royce on the roadside, his eyes widening in shock.

"Malaka?!"

He stepped on the accelerator and quickly drove away from the previous corner.

However, two minutes later, the Muggle man appeared in front of the three Draculas again.

"Today... today is really evil!"

Panting, he turned the steering wheel and turned the car around in a drift, heading towards the corner where he came from, hoping to find a way to leave.

However, two minutes later, the black car appeared again from the corner where it had left.

After many unscientific experiences, the Muggle man's eyes were now bloodshot, and his face was full of doubts about life.

He slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of Dracula's Rolls-Royce.

"Brother, can I call you eldest brother?" He was really scared this time. He opened the car door tremblingly and jumped out of the car, "I was blind, and I actually provoked Your character..."

"You...you must be the devil living in Olympus, right?"

Seeing that Dracula's eyes became a little evil, the Muggle man also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed his words:

"No, no, my question is, you must be a god who lives in Olympus!"

He took the car keys out of the car, held them in both hands, and handed them to the window of the Rolls-Royce where Dracula was.

"I was really wrong this time, please let me go! I will no longer be greedy for compensation for this car, I can give it to you directly!"

The Muggle man's hands were trembling, and the car keys were shaking in his hands, making a constant sound of metal strings colliding.

Dracula raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the key shaking in his hand.

"Have you thought about it? It might be cheaper to pay some money alone than to bring the whole car in." He chuckled.

"It doesn't matter, I've already decided!" the Muggle man took a deep breath and said loudly.

Now he just wants to get rid of such an evil place and such an evil person. As for losing money or losing the car, it is no longer within his scope of consideration.

"That's fine, I just think it's a bit monotonous to drive this car." Dracula chuckled and took the man's car key from his hand, "Since you are still sincere, then now You can go."

"Really...really?" the Muggle man asked in disbelief.

"Of course, will I still keep my words?" Dracula's voice turned cold.

"No, no, no...I didn't question your intention. I'll leave right away...leave right away."

The Muggle man didn't even bother to take away the other miscellaneous things in his car. After getting Dracula's permission, he hurriedly rushed to the corner where he had returned it to its place of origin several times before.

While running, he would look back from time to time to see if he was still trapped in the cycle on the mountain road.

Just when the Muggle man was about to leave the corner and looked back for the last time, he saw the bald man wearing strange clothes and speaking Greek pointing at him with a strange twig——

"Obliviate."

As the bald guy said such strange words, the Muggle man seemed to have suddenly forgotten something.

"No, where's my car?" He kept looking around and murmured.

Then, he suddenly saw two cars, one black and one silver, side by side on the roadside in the distance. A man with silver hair was looking at the black BMW sedan.

"Stop, let go of my car!" the Muggle man shouted angrily.

Dracula paused while observing the new car.

"Mr. Minister, does your so-called forgetting spell only erase half of the memory?" The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Um... Well, you know, we Greek wizards are not very skilled in magic..." Abotel wiped the cold sweat from his bald head and said awkwardly, "And the casting distance this time is a bit far, no It’s so controllable.”

"I have a deep understanding of this." Newt suddenly said with a look of approval.

He then waved his wand and cast a silent oblivion spell on the Muggle man.

The Muggle man immediately forgot about looking for his car and left the area around the corner in a daze.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Scamander." Alberto forced a smile.

"Minister Albert, didn't your Greek Ministry of Magic cast a Muggle expulsion spell on Mount Olympus?" Putting away his wand, Newt frowned slightly as he watched the Muggle man retreat.

"Under the condition that we are not sure about the specific situation here, using the Muggle Expelling Charm to protect the safety of Muggles and prevent the Ministry of Magic's official business from being interfered by Muggles. This should be the most basic and common way to do things, right?"

"Well... this still has to do with the issue of the level of magic in Greece. We don't have enough people!" Abotel said helplessly, "There are not many members in the Greek Ministry of Magic, and among them, those who can use Muggle expulsion spells Even less.”

"And the scope of Mount Olympus is really too big. Even if our wizards work overtime day and night, they can't cover the entire mountain area with the Muggle expulsion spell in a short time..."

"Then haven't you negotiated with the Muggle government?" Newt continued, "Tell the Muggle government to send troops to station in this area to prevent civilians from approaching; at the same time, you can also arrange for some 'experts' to talk about the anomalies in Mount Olympus. the dangers of the phenomenon.”

"Or... the relationship between your Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government is as bad as America's, and there is no possibility of communication?"

After all, Newt is a ninety-year-old man with a lot of experience. In addition, his brother Theseus Scamander was once a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, so he is quite familiar with the ways of doing things in the magical world. For familiarity.

When he saw the unprofessional behavior of the Greek Ministry of Magic, he immediately picked out a lot of their faults and pointed out many good solutions.

"Our relationship with the Muggle government is not as bad as America's." Abotel was even more helpless, "But the power of the Greek Ministry of Magic is too small, and they don't listen to me!"

"I informed the Greek president called Constantine several days ago, asking them to impose martial law on Mount Olympus to prevent accidents."

"But the Muggle president is not happy! What did he say... Greece's economic development model is inseparable from tourism. Tourism provides nearly one-fifth of GDP, and Mount Olympus is Greece's economic development model. The bulk of the tourism industry...it’s a mess, I can’t remember clearly.”

"In short, the Muggles are firmly against imposing martial law on Mount Olympus. So our Ministry of Magic really has no choice..."

Newt was silent for a moment and glanced at Albert with sympathy.

"You guys are really... living in difficult conditions." He hesitated for a long time before he considered this euphemistic comment.

At the same time, Dracula had already dealt with the BMW car sent by the boy who offered money before.

He casually used a repair spell to repair the bumper, which Muggle men said cost twenty-five thousand dollars to repair, and then burned all the useless things inside the car, making the car look pretty good. The BMW 850ci is pocketed.

Dracula is going to use this car to transform it into a more unique magically modified car when he is bored, and he can change it out for a ride from time to time.

"So what are you missing now? Do you just need to cover this mountainous area with a Muggle-repelling spell?" After putting away the car, he walked to Newt and Albert and asked.

"'Only'? Do you think this matter is too simple?" Albertel questioned, "In an area as vast as Mount Olympus, even a simple spell cannot be cast by just a few people. It can cover it completely.”

"But this matter is indeed very simple." Dracula smiled with interest.

Abotel frowned with disbelief on his face, thinking that Dracula was just bragging to him.

So Dracula lightly snapped his fingers.

The next moment, a hidden and colorless ripple, centered on Dracula, quietly caressed the bodies of Alberto and Newt, and extended to the outside of the mountain.

If you look down from high in the sky, you may be able to see such a magical scene——

Countless Muggles were driving cars, holding cameras to take pictures of Mount Olympus, or climbing this majestic mountain while chatting and laughing...

However, they coincidentally took back what they were doing at the same time, put away the luggage and backpacks lying around, and hurriedly left from the inside of the mountain to the outside as if they had thought of something urgent.

"Mr. Minister...Mr. Minister, can you hear me? over."

A young man's voice suddenly came from the inner pocket of Albert's clothes.

He took out a walkie-talkie purchased from Muggles from his inner pocket and pressed the button deftly.

"You can hear it, you can hear it, please turn over."

Seeing the weird looks in Dracula and Newt's eyes, Alberto smiled awkwardly and whispered:

"Isn't it because there is some problem with the level of magic? I can only rely on other things to make up for it..."

Then, the younger brother’s voice came from the intercom again:

"Mr. Minister, there is an abnormal situation outside Mount Olympus. A large number of Muggles who were originally staying in the interior of the mountain left the Mount Olympus area at about the same time. The specific reason is currently unknown. over."

"Received, received, over."

Alberto slowly moved the walkie-talkie away from his mouth and looked at Dracula with extreme astonishment and even a little horror in his eyes.

"You...that Muggle-repelling curse you just cast really covered the entire Olympus?!"

"Malaka! Even silent casting plus wandless casting!

"

The Greek Minister of Magic even broke out into obscenities.

"The magic world is huge, and there are always things you can't think of, Mr. Minister."

Dracula chuckled and sat back in his Rolls Royce.

"In addition, if there is nothing urgent, I suggest you leave as soon as possible." He waved to Newt and Albert, "The things on the top of the mountain are not something you can easily handle."

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