Chapter 158 A tree full of pear blossoms

Theoretically speaking, there is indeed no reason for Voldemort to go to Albania and then hibernate.

The crown of Ravenclaw had long been taken away from a hollow tree in this forest by the young Tom Riddle, and was later made into a Horcrux by him, which was used for the next few decades. Placed in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

So he didn't come to Albania to find his Horcrux.

In addition, according to Nagini's memory, as Voldemort's only friend during his hibernation, she did meet him in this forest after Voldemort died in Godric's Hollow.

In other words, Voldemort didn't know about Nagini's existence before.

Voldemort also did not come to Albania to find his viper companions.

In this case, there is probably something in this forest in Albania that can attract Voldemort, allowing him to drag the remaining souls who are worse than ghosts and more fragile than wandering souls all the way here.

What could that thing be?

Dracula frowned and remained silent for a long time.

He really couldn't imagine what else was worth paying attention to in this ordinary forest...

"Pickett, don't touch other people's things!"

Newt's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Dracula's thoughts.

Dracula lowered his head and saw an animal with two small brown eyes, only the size of a hand, standing on his cuff, fiddling with a delicate button.

The whole body of this little animal has the color of a wood branch, and seems to be made of bark, leaves and twigs. It would be difficult to spot it if it was lying on a tree.

Hearing Newt's voice, Bowtruckle Pickett immediately retracted his two slender, tentacle-like claws, and stood honestly on Dracula's folded arms, looking at him with an innocent face. Newt.

"Pickett seems to like you quite a bit, Professor Dracula." Newt smiled at Dracula.

He stretched out his hand forward, placed Pickett on his index finger, raised his hand to his eyes, and looked at him lovingly.

"Does this Bowtruckle actually have a name?" Dracula temporarily put aside his doubts about the Albanian forest and asked in surprise.

He turned his head and looked at the guardian tree against which he was leaning.

The Guardian Tree is very similar to the common sorbus tree in the Muggle world. Many Bowtruckles that look like bark, leaves and twigs are lying on the slender branches, curiously looking at Dracula below, and some are kindly Jumped down from the tree and greeted Newt.

Dracula looked back and forth several times at the Bowtruckles on the tree and Pickett standing on Newt's index finger, but he couldn't see any difference between these little things.

I don’t know how Newt could tell the difference, but he could tell at a glance that the Bowtruckle who was fiddling with buttons just now was the Pickett he was talking about.

"Does every Bowtruckle here have a name?" Dracula suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at Newt in shock.

"It's not that exaggerated..." Newt looked at the Bowtruckle on his index finger, "But when I was young, I did think about doing this and giving each magical animal a unique name."

"But later on, as I got older, my memory was not as good as it used to be. I couldn't remember the names of every magical animal. In addition, picking names has never been an easy task, so in the end it was nothing."

"But Pickett is different. He was one of the first animals to accompany me. During the global wizarding war decades ago, Pickett and Teddy helped me a lot. Especially in Germany. The time when Theseus was rescued from Urxtag Prison..."

Newt's eyes unknowingly showed nostalgia again.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Professor Dracula." Newt suddenly reacted and smiled apologetically at Dracula, "That's how people are when they get old, they always like to miss the past."

"It doesn't matter, I'm also very interested in things during the Global Wizarding War." Dracula shook his head slightly.

Dracula has discovered that the one hundred years he spent in sleep can probably be regarded as the most magnificent hundred years in the magical world.

The global wizarding war caused by Gellert Grindelwald, the wizarding war in the British wizarding world caused by Voldemort, and the three great wizards who appeared one after another within a hundred years...

Dracula misses all of this in one fell swoop.

Nowadays, he is extremely curious about the stories of his sleeping period, but he can only supplement his understanding of various major events that happened in the world through other people's oral narrations.

As a witness to the global wizarding war, Newt can even be regarded as one of the most important characters in it. What he tells is naturally of high value.

It is precisely for this reason that Dracula suddenly invited Newt to his castle as a guest.

While the two were talking, several curious bowtruckles quietly jumped down from the guardian tree and landed on Dracula's shoulders. They each found a place to sit and looked at Newt across from him.

"Professor Dracula, it seems that you are indeed quite fond of Bowtruckle." Newt looked at this scene and said with some surprise, "I just thought that Pickett was just an exception..."

"Why, shouldn't I be loved by them?" Dracula glanced at the little creature on his shoulder, and then still leaned peacefully on the trunk of the guardian tree, giving them a safe environment.

"How should I put it..." Newt scratched his chin, "The Bowtruckle is gentle and shy by nature, and usually doesn't get too close to others."

"Pickett was injured as a child and was taken care of by me since he was a child, so he seems to be more clingy. But this situation is quite rare for him."

"Also, there is one more thing I don't know whether I should say..." Newt glanced at Dracula, with some hesitation in his words.

"Tell me about it, there's nothing you can't say." Dracula folded his hands on his chest with interest and said to Newt, "It's not like these little guys can be harmful to me, right?"

Newt glanced at Dracula again, focusing on Dracula's back against the trunk of the Guardian Tree.

"The bowtruckle will not be harmful to you, but the guardian tree may indeed..." he said, "If you have read the book "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" in Herbology, you may know——"

"The Guardian Tree is a magical tree that protects those who touch its trunk from attacks by dark creatures."

Newt glanced at Dracula again and said after careful consideration: "But as far as I know, vampires are supposed to be dark creatures, right?"

"So you're worried about this." Dracula laughed happily, "Mr. Scamander, apart from the characteristics of a vampire, do you think I look like a dark creature?"

Newt looked around Dracula hesitantly, and after a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"If I hadn't already known that you were a vampire, I really wouldn't have been able to identify any characteristics of dark creatures in you." He said blankly, "Can it be said that vampires are not classified as dark creatures?"

Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled softly.

"That's not the case, Mr. Scamander. I have always belonged to the darkness, and this has never changed." He smiled, "But you know what? When I completely become a part of the darkness, then the darkness will no longer exist." It cannot passively affect me.”

"On the contrary, I can control the darkness like this -"

In Newt's eyes, Dracula seemed to have suddenly changed.

Although the Lord Vampire Earl was still leaning against the tree trunk, he did not move at all, and his expression was still a smile with the corner of his mouth raised.

But his whole person was enveloped in an evil and dark atmosphere in an instant.

The black-red cloak moved automatically behind the back, and there was a faint flash of blood in the wine-red eyes...

The next moment, the wind blew violently!

The Bowtruckles who stepped on Dracula's shoulders jumped in fright, jumped off their shoulders one by one, and climbed up the tree as if they were running away. Their little brown eyes were full of uncertainty.

The guardian tree swayed crazily in the strong wind, with buds emerging from the slender branches, and the tree full of voluptuous flowers bloomed almost at the same time!

Clusters of white sorbus flowers swayed in the wind, and the entire Dharma Protector tree seemed to have fallen on heavy snow in the deep winter.

In Newt's eyes, the suitcase environment that had just been a colorful summer seemed to have suddenly changed color, and everything in his eyes was bright white. The wind blows over the snow-covered flowers, as if it has blown away pieces of shining crystal.

Every flower is really covered in bright white light!

These white rays of light are squeezing and rolling towards Dracula, trying to push this being full of darkness away from his spotless territory.

However, Dracula still just smiled and remained motionless.

"See, Mr. Scamander," he said softly, "If I don't want to, no one will find out that I come from the dark... not even the Guardian Tree."

However, Newt barely heard Dracula's voice at this time. All his eyes were focused on the guardian tree full of flowers.

This is the first time Newt has seen this magic tree that looks like a sorbus tree bloom!

"It's so beautiful!" Newt murmured, "It turns out that the flowers blooming on the Dharma Protector Tree are really the same as the sorbus."

The flowers of the guardian tree were still in full bloom, and the white light became more and more dazzling, as if it was about to envelop this isolated island specially built for the tree guardian Bowtruckle.

At this moment, Newt's penis suddenly shrank.

He saw that as the light shone, the flowers on the protector tree began to wither.

"Professor Dracula, stop!" Newt shouted quickly, "The magic power of the Guardian Tree is limited, and it cannot withstand the impact of such a strong dark atmosphere!"

Dracula looked back in surprise.

Sure enough, the branches and leaves of this guardian tree had gradually become wilted, and the slender branches all over the tree were drooping dryly.

Countless Bowtruckles jumped down from the trees in panic, carrying many small bugs such as earthworms as food, and moved towards the guardian tree next door.

Dracula straightened up and left the territory of the guardian tree.

"It seems that Hogwarts' Herbology textbook is exaggerating." He looked back at the guardian tree where the light was slowly fading, and shrugged helplessly, "It was promised that as long as you touch the trunk of this tree, you will be able to What about protection from dark creatures?”

"But you are not an ordinary dark creature, Professor Dracula." Newt said in a dumbfounded voice, "I have seen the guardian tree expel dark creatures many times, but the spectacular sight of a tree full of flowers really impressed me. First time meeting."

"In just those two minutes, the magic power released by this guardian tree might have been able to drive away a group of werewolves, but it didn't seem to have any impact on you..."

Newt sighed with emotion, walked to the guardian tree with his wand, and began to treat the tree with the magic of plant growth restoration.

Dracula also withdrew the dark aura around him and approached the magic tree again.

I don’t know whether it’s because I can no longer feel the dark aura on Dracula’s body, or because I know that I can’t expel this existence. This time, the guardian tree did not react at all to Dracula’s approach.

"Professor Dracula, I think you may be remembered by Bowtruckle." Newt said suddenly.

He was casting spells on the Warder Tree while Pickett, the Bowtruckle still standing on his index finger, kept complaining to him.

"Pickett is very dissatisfied with you, and his kind think the same way." Newt relayed to Dracula, "Pickett said that you destroyed their living environment, and don't even think about coming near this place in the future..."

"Hey, these little things think they can stop me?" Dracula looked at Pickett on Newt's index finger with interest, "I just took back the dark power, and they think they can do it again?"

"Don't be like this, Professor Dracula." Newt said helplessly, "After all, the little guys were forced to move. Why don't you apologize to them?"

"Okay, for your sake." Dracula chuckled and shrugged, "But I damaged an entire tree. Will my apology be forgiven by these little guys?"

"Can you try to compensate for some gifts?" Newt said uncertainly, "Actually, the guardian tree is an excellent wand material and potion raw material. Many wizards will want to break some branches or leaves from this tree. …”

"Normally, in order to remove leaves or wood from the trees that the Bowtruckle guards, the wizard needs to give them some earthworms or fairy eggs. These two things are the Bowtruckle's favorite food."

"If we calculate that it takes two idiots to break a branch..."

Newt glanced at the guardian tree with all its branches wilted, and swallowed, "Professor Dracula, you may have to prepare thousands of bastard or fairy eggs."

Dracula's face stiffened.

"Are you really serious?" he asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"The Bowtruckle is very vindictive." Newt nodded sympathetically, "If Professor Dracula finds it troublesome, I can go dig up the turtles with you. I have some experience, and it should be done in three or four days. I can dig enough.”

Dracula took a deep breath, slightly curled his two fingers, and placed them on his chin.

"Actually...it's not that troublesome." After a moment, he suddenly said.

"Isn't it troublesome?" Newt looked at Dracula in astonishment, "Let's talk first, Professor Dracula, don't give the bastards created by the replication spell and transformation spell to the Bowtruckles, they will be harmed. physical."

"I'm not so cruel as to feed them magical creations." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, "I really have a better way."

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As he spoke, Dracula suddenly snapped his fingers.

A dark moon quietly appeared around the two of them, and there was a vague scene of a dense forest in the dark moon.

The next moment, thousands of bats flapped their wings and appeared from behind Dracula, pouring into the dark moon like a black torrent, and all of them entered the forest in the dark moon.

Newt was startled by this large group of bats. He subconsciously blocked the guardian tree next to him, thinking that Dracula was going to use these bats to brutally deal with the Bowtruckle...

"What are you doing, Mr. Scamander?" Dracula looked at Newt's actions in amusement and said to him, "This moon leads to the Albanian forest outside the box. I let everyone Each bat will help me catch a rhinoceros in the forest, won't this solve the problem?"

"Oh, so that's what you had in mind." Newt breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the guardian tree behind him with an embarrassed expression.

Dracula chuckled, shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

In fact, Dracula's purpose in releasing these bats was not just to catch the Bowtruckles, but he would not do it for a group of tiny magical animals.

His most important purpose is to use the sight of many bats to explore this seemingly ordinary forest. He wanted to find out what was here that attracted Voldemort's attention, so he traveled thousands of miles from Godric's Hollow to Albania to lie dormant.

Time passed minute by minute, and one bat after another flew back from the dark moon.

Each bat grabbed a rhinoceros in its claws and threw it in front of the guardian tree, then turned into a tiny point of light and disappeared.

The Albanian forest gradually became clear in Dracula's eyes, and every suspicious place was not missed.

Dracula used the bat's sonar-like hearing to carefully explore every corner, not even the most hidden caves and the most remote trees.

However, he never found anything special in the forest.

Until the last bat returned to the world of the suitcase, the entire Albanian forest was under Dracula's sight.

He had to admit that this was indeed just an ordinary forest...

"Professor Dracula...Professor Dracula!"

Just then, Newt's voice interrupted Dracula's thoughts.

Dracula opened his eyes and looked at Newt, and saw that he was standing next to a large group of earthworms, encircling them with magic to prevent these insects destined to become food from having a chance to escape.

Next to Newt was a large group of Bowtruckles, which danced excitedly around the group of rhinoceros, grateful for this sudden surprise.

"Pickett asked me to thank you on behalf of the Bowtruckle tribe, Professor Dracula." Newt smiled at Dracula, "He said that as long as you are willing to give these foods to them, even if you take away the Bowtruckle tree, It will be all right!"

Dracula was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head with a smile.

Sure enough, even the most loyal guardian of the tree, the Bowtruckle, cannot resist the temptation of bread!

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