Chapter 151 The real reason for the decline of this place

"Wait a minute!" Haierbo suddenly shouted, "Sir Dracula, I think we should have more room for cooperation."

"What room for cooperation can I have with you?" Dracula glanced at him indifferently.

As he spoke, he shook his wand gently and summoned a bright red river.

The water flow meandered and gradually condensed into a blood-colored water ball, tightly confining Haierbo's body within it.

After Halbo was confined in this secret realm by Andros, it was naturally impossible for him to obtain a new body. His current state was similar to that of Voldemort's soul body.

In view of Haierbo'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 contraction speed of the bloody water prison slowed down a bit.

"I'm indeed curious." Dracula chuckled and said, "Then I'll give you ten seconds to tell me in detail how you absorbed the power of the dementors that were annihilated in the outside world into this place?"

"You must first agree to cooperate with me and help me get out of this prison. Otherwise I won't tell you." Haierbo smiled slyly, "Don't think that I don't know that you want nothing."

"But you have no room for bargaining in front of me."

Dracula doesn't tolerate him. The blood-colored water prison began to rotate again, shrinking at an accelerated rate.

"Dracula, your magic can't threaten me!" Haierbo said hoarsely, "The worst I can do is die again. As long as my Horcrux is not destroyed, I will never truly die!"

"But if you really ignore the friendship between our dark camp and insist on taking action against me - then you will never know my secret, and you will never know how I absorbed the power of the dementors!"

Dracula looked at Halbo's sworn expression and his eyes moved slightly.

He suddenly waved his magic wand, breaking away the restraint of the blood-colored water prison on Haierbo, leaving only a circle of blood-colored ropes as clear as ruby, and then he took two steps forward.

"Wise choice, Sir Dracula." Haierbo showed a smile and nodded slowly, "You will not regret helping me."

However, Andros, standing next to Dracula, didn't 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 an expression of pity.

It's a pity that this pioneer of the dark wizard still maintains a confident look, thinking that the unlocking of the bloody water prison means that Dracula is ready to regain his identity as the dark camp and start cooperating with him.

In Haierbo's view, no matter how powerful Andros was in the past, he is still the same as himself now. He is just a broken soul body with an empty soul and no corresponding body. Naturally, he cannot be a German with a complete body. Gula's opponent.

Therefore, as long as Dracula cooperates with himself, the two of them can easily escape the blockade of this secret realm, and even trap Andros in this prison.

Thinking of this, Haierbo unconsciously had a smug smile on his face.

However, at this moment, a burning sensation that stung his soul suddenly emerged from the depths of Haierbo's soul.

He lowered his head in shock, only to find that every part of the bloody rope wrapped around him was burning with white flames.

This kind of flame seems to have no temperature, but it seems to be able to burn the soul, and is about to burn people to ashes.

"Dracula, what are you doing?!" Halbo shouted in shock.

Looking at the cheerful and smiling expression in front of him, Halbo realized that Dracula had never intended to cooperate with him. On the contrary, Dracula didn't even want his death to be easy.

"Helbo, are you worthy of threatening me?" Dracula raised the corners of his lips and smiled wantonly, "Since you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Sooner or later I will be able to find out your secret, no. In a hurry.”

"Trust me, Dracula. You will regret your actions today!"

Seeing that Dracula refused to accept his offer, Halbo finally no longer expected to cooperate with him. He just stared at him and said harsh words coldly.

"Don't worry, my life is long, but there are very few things that I can regret." Dracula said with a chuckle.

In this way, as Dracula and Herbo looked at each other, the old man with a wretched face was constantly burned by the forest-white flames, gradually becoming illusory and transparent.

Haierbo was burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, but he always insisted on keeping his lips tightly closed, not letting out a painful roar, and maintaining his last dignity.

Finally, Herbo's soul body was burned away, and the door of the replica version of the Parthenon in front of him became empty, with only a little silvery white light representing the patron saint still dancing quietly.

"It's all thanks to you today, my old friend, otherwise I might have played hide-and-seek with him for many years before I could catch him." Andros stepped forward and patted Dracula on the shoulder. .

Dracula took a step to the side angrily, avoiding Andros' slapping hand without leaving a trace.

"Actually, I've been a little bored lately, so I came over to see you on a whim, but I didn't expect that something like this happened to me." Dracula said to Andros, "And after all, it was me who killed the dementors that caused Helpo With my increased strength, I should deal with this guy for you."

"It's been strange these past few years." Andros stretched out his hand and stroked his funny beard worriedly, "Helpo doesn't know why, but instead of weakening his soul power over the years, it has become more and more powerful. It’s getting stronger.”

"I can only continue to use a special method to strengthen my patron saint, so that I can barely compete with Haierbo."

He pointed at the giant patron saint that seemed to be as tall as a mountain, "Look, is my patron saint much bigger than before?"

"It is indeed obvious." Dracula nodded in agreement, "I was still surprised when I first came here. How can you still maintain such an open-minded attitude after two thousand years? The patron saint has not shrunk. Instead it went up?"

"That can't be helped. I really have a good attitude, and you can't compare to it!" Andros patted his chest proudly, "You don't even know who taught you the Patronus Charm!"

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched twice.

He took a deep breath and barely suppressed the urge to give this guy a slap in the face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me that just maintaining your mentality can amplify the Patronus to this extent..."

"Sigh... of course that's not the case." Andros sighed and explained to Dracula, "In order to restrict a Haierbo, I still don't know whether what I have done over the years is right or wrong. .”

"In fact, I squeezed the magic potential of this area in advance!" He said slowly.

Dracula paused.

"So is this the real reason why the Greek magic world is gradually declining?" He frowned and asked softly.

"I can't think of any other reasons that can cause a magic world to decline to such an extent." Andros smiled self-deprecatingly, "Betting on the future of a magic world for one person, who knows whether you will make a profit or a loss. Woolen cloth?"

"But how did you do it?" Dracula took another step to keep up with Andros, "I have lived for so long, and I have never heard of this kind of magic that can squeeze the potential of a region. .”

"If such a powerful magic fell into the hands of dark wizards with evil intentions, wouldn'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 that 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.

During the ancient Greek period of the fourth and fifth centuries BC, Andros led the entire prosperous Greek magic world to build a huge secret realm in order to completely imprison Herbo, who could not be killed.

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 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 creatures.

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 belief of countless human beings in gods, and also contain the most ardent expectations of wizards and civilians in the magical world for Andros to defeat Herbo.

One building after another serves as the base of the formation, and they are arranged together to form a magical array rich in magic, sealing Haierbo's soul in this powerful array.

The core of the magic circle is the giant patron saint transformed by Andros!

In the process of Andros's two thousand years of fighting against Herbo, Andros's power gradually weakened over time, but Herbo's soul power continued to grow for some unknown reason.

Gradually, Andros was unable to suppress Haierbo.

To this end, he borrowed the power of the architectural projection and used his remaining power to communicate with the original buildings in the outside world and connect with the beliefs of ordinary wizards in this land.

In the end, Andros relied on the faith of outsiders to once again gain the power to rival Helbo.

However, people's beliefs are not endless.

As time goes by, the power of this belief becomes weaker and weaker, until this belief can no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Herbo, the formation automatically absorbs the foundation of the Greek magic world——

The magic that escapes!

Therefore, the total amount of magic power in the Greek magic world is getting smaller and smaller, and the wizards born here are getting weaker and weaker. Even the local magic schools can only teach with thin magic power, and can no longer train as good as before. Talent.

This is the root cause of the decline of the Greek magic world.

"So, is the method for absorbing the Dementor's power that Halpo wanted to tell me just now and the reason why his soul power continues to grow over time?" Dracula frowned and asked.

"It's very possible." Andros nodded helplessly.

"Then why didn't you stop me from killing him just now?" Dracula glared at Andros, "If you can trick him out, there might be a way to solve the problem, and you don't have to continue to squeeze the Greek magic world. potential.”

"Don't worry, Herbo and I have been fighting for more than two thousand years. I know him." Andros shook his head, "That bitch can't tell you what he said honestly. Even if he really tells you, His secret is most likely wrong, or at least something he is hiding."

"Let me tell you...instead of listening to Haierbo's nonsense, it's better to think of a solution yourself!" He smiled with relief, as if he didn't feel the slightest regret.

"Now I have to admit that your mentality is really outstanding." Dracula praised, "No wonder you can cast the largest patron saint spell in the world."

"Hahaha, it's a pity that the size of the Patronus Charm is not necessarily related to strength." Andros smiled, "Don't you always use this to laugh at me? I don't know whether I am invincible or not, but you know that I am happy anyway."

"Now I want to know more about how you are going to explain it to the Minister of Magic in Greece." Dracula gloated, "Albert is so worried about the magic world that he is bald. I am very curious about what you will do." Face him."

He pointed forward, pointing out the middle-aged man with a bald forehead 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 this minister resents me, I will admit it."

Andros laughed to himself and walked directly in the direction of Abotel.

"One more question, do you speak modern Greek?" Dracula suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Of course I can." Andros gestured with his thumb behind him. "After all, I have been communicating with various temples in the outside world. Learning the language of descendants is not that complicated."

Dracula shrugged and watched from a distance as Andros pulled Abertelle, the current minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic, away from Newt, and went to the side of the low wall to talk with him.

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At first, Abotel looked at the ancient Greek hero with admiration, but later, not knowing what Andros said, Abottel began to become filled with righteous indignation.

After another conversation, Albertel sat down on the ground without any image, painfully scratching his fingers at the few hairs he had left.

In the end, Abotel leaned against the low wall helplessly and sat on the rippling ground, without any response to anyone calling him.

"Professor Dracula, what's wrong with Abbott?" Newt walked up to Dracula and asked with a worried look on his face.

"Maybe the faith has collapsed?" Dracula sighed.

"Let him sit alone for a while. He has to look away from this kind of thing."

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