The sky was overcast and the sea breeze was howling.

Rows of dark green waves rose and fell, like countless sea beasts breaking free from their cages, and their rough backs covered with seaweed almost touched the dark sky.

The southernmost country of the Balkan Peninsula is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the region has been very unquiet lately.

This is the country that once had one of the most brilliant civilizations in the world, Greece. However, for some unknown reason, the Greek wizarding world today seems lackluster.

The wizarding world of Greece flourished more than a thousand years ago, and countless outstanding wizards were born in this area, leaving a great reputation.

However, today's Greek wizarding world is withering in talent and industry.

Almost all wizards understand one thing - magic is a highly gifted science!

There are very few examples in the history of wizarding world where those wizards who were born dull became the best minds in the wizarding world.

Even Newt Scamander, the machizotologist who was known to be a reticent magile at a young age, showed a rare ability to gain the trust of magical beasts at a very young age.

However, according to the statistics of experts, few wizards born in Greece in the past few hundred years are more talented, and more are ordinary people who have been doing nothing all their lives.

It's been a long time since this once-brilliant place has produced a genius who led the times.

Over time, the wizards left Greece and went to the wizarding world of other countries.

Under the vicious circle, the Greek wizarding world has seen this kind of talent withering.

Now, this country of withering talents has ushered in two uninvited guests-

The two wizards, one old and one young, had unkempt gray curly hair and freckles on his face, and carried an old-fashioned brown leather suitcase.

The young man was a young man with blond hair, dark blue holes, and soft facial features, probably only eleven or twelve years old, and he looked like he was still in school.

"You must be the famous Magizoologist, Mr. Newt Scamander!" A balding middle-aged wizard greeted him with two attendants, shook the old man's hand warmly, and spoke fluent English, "Introduce yourself, the contemptible person is Abertel, the minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic. I was the one who corresponded to you three days ago."

It can be seen that the Greek Ministry of Magic does not have many manpower.

As the Minister of Magic, Abertel personally wrote a letter to the magizoologist and came to greet him, with only two small followers behind him......

"Hello, Mr. Abertall." The old man looked a little shy, and smiled slightly at the Greek Minister of Magic.

As if it was the after-effects of contact with these personnel from the Ministry of Magic when he was young, he grabbed his suitcase without a trace, and subconsciously checked every snap on the outside of the box.

Minister Aberyl apparently did not notice the old man's small movements, and was very enthusiastic about him.

"Ah, this is your grandson, right? Sure enough, it's a talent!" He turned his gaze to the blonde boy beside the old man and praised with a smile on his face, "I heard that your grandson is only twelve years old, and he has become your little assistant. He's just in the second grade, right?" ….

The blond-haired boy imitated the old man's example, showed a shy smile, and stepped forward.

"Hello, Mr. Abertel. My name is Rove...... Rove Scamander." The teenager introduced himself, "I just entered second grade this year."

"It's amazing to be able to be your grandfather's assistant in the second grade." Abbotel sighed as he touched his bare head.

How he wished there were a few young wizards in Greece who were so clever and clever!

But it's really strange that the young wizards born in Greece are more inferior than the other, and it usually takes them six or seven years to barely complete the third and fourth grades of magic schools in other regions.

And this gap is widening from generation to generation!

"I guess Rove is at Hogwarts too

Tz is going to study, right?" Albert continued to smile and smile, trying to make friends so that he could reduce the cost of hiring the elderly magnical zoologist, "What house are you studying in now?" Is it the same Hufflepuff as your grandfather?"

"No, Mr. Abertel, I didn't attend Hogwarts." Rove looked up and said to the Minister of Magic, "My mother said that Hogwarts has a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor every year, and the quality of teaching is worrying, so she asked me to go to the Invermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I was assigned to the Thunderbird Academy in Yinfamorny, which is the same academy as my grandmother."

Hearing Rove's words, Newt, who had stood next to him for a long time without speaking, had a slight trace of regret in his eyes.

Newt was expelled from Hogwarts in the middle of school for raising illegal magical animals, so he still wants his grandson to fulfill his wish to graduate from Hogwarts......

"Because of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? That's a shame." "I've heard that a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has come to Hogwarts in the past two years, and he's been re-elected until the second year, which seems to be pretty impressive."

"You know Bulgaria and Romania, right? In the two countries north of Greece, their wizards seem to have a great admiration for the professor. In particular, the Romanian wizards are usually very arrogant, but as soon as the professor's name is mentioned, they immediately become secretive......

"I don't really understand, it's clear that there are two countries more than 2,000 kilometers apart, why the people in Romania worship a guy who is a professor in England so much."

Abertel spread out his hands, looking puzzled.

"You're talking about Professor Dracula, right?" Newt finally spoke for the first time after greeting Minister Abertle, "Albus told me that Professor Dracula is a very special being, and there must be something in this that we don't know yet."

"That's right." Albert spread his hands, "Whatever, those arrogant Romanian wizards never took our Greek Ministry of Magic seriously, and couldn't have told me anything about Professor Dracula......

As he spoke, he became a little puffed, "What an abomination! Our Greek wizarding world used to be the world's leader more than a thousand years ago, but because of the poor development now, we have to be ...... by these guys."

"Ahem, Mr. Abertall!" Rove noticed that his grandfather's gaze had become a little erratic, as if he had drifted to some other place that he didn't know how far away, and hurriedly interrupted Minister Abertel's grumbling, "You wrote to call my grandfather over, didn't you say that you suspect that there are magical beasts doing something here?"

"Oh yes, look at me, I almost forgot about business!" Abbottel slapped his bare head and laughed awkwardly, "It's still Rove's cleverness, otherwise we don't know how much time we will have to delay here!"

As he spoke, he gestured to a little brother beside him.

The younger brother expressed his understanding, took out a map from a large box behind him, and handed it to Abbotel.

Satisfied, Abertel took the topographical map of Greece and drew a red circle with his wand over one of the mountainous areas.

"Look here, Mr. Scamander—" He held up the map in his left hand and pointed to the circle with his wand in his right hand, "It's in this mountain range that a lot of strange phenomena have been happening during this time."

"I don't want to admit it, but we Greek wizards would never be able to cast such a wide range of magic, so don't blame me for suspecting a magical beast in the first place."

Rove glanced at Minister Abbotel with pity, and with the appearance of a little adult, he sighed and said:

"Your words are too heart-wrenching, Minister Abbottel......

Abbotl's words choked.

'It's clearly my heart, what are you sighing about, little kid?!!' , he complained wildly in his heart.

But in order to maintain his demeanor as a country's Minister of Magic, Abertel could only smile stiffly, and the whole person looked as if nothing happened.

Newt wasn't there

Despite the look on the face of the miserable Greek Minister of Magic, he simply waved his wand, took the topographic map closer, and then carefully examined the area circled by red.

It is densely covered with arcs that represent the mountains.

"This is ...... Olympus?" Newt asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Mr. Scamander, and it's a professional!" Abertel gave a thumbs up, "The entire area of Mount Olympus has been surrounded by fog lately, and it hasn't dispersed for more than ten days."

"If it's just fog, it should be normal." Newt asked softly, "It's winter now, and the Olympus Mountains block the moisture from the southwest wind over the ocean, so it's not a strange phenomenon that the rain and snow will last a little longer."

Newt analyzed it from a very professional point of view, and there was a clear look of disappointment on his face.

He had thought that some new magical beast had appeared in such a mythical place as Mount Olympus.

So, on the day he received the letter, Newt secretly brought his grandson and little assistant Roff to Greece without telling his wife Tina, wanting to see the magical beasts.

When he arrived, Abertel told him that it was just the usual fog of winter.

Newt suddenly felt like he had been deceived.

"No, I'm certainly not going to trick you just because of the fog, Mr. Scamander!" As if seeing Newt's unhappy expression, Abertel hurriedly explained, "If it's just the fog, it would be fine, but there are still large patches of black gas and white light coming out of that fog from time to time, which is very weird!" ….

Hearing Abbottel's explanation, Newt was a little more interested again.

"Can you be sure exactly what day the fog appeared? The image of the black white light appearing will also be explained to me in as much detail as possible." He said, "I need to use this to determine what kind of magical beast is causing the effect."

"Hmm...... The fog, I remember, appeared after Halloween." Scratching his bare head, Abbottel thought and said, "I've consulted with the Muggle government and asked their experts to use the weather as an excuse to explain the strange situation on Mount Olympus......

"After all, the symbolism of Mount Olympus is too important to the masses on our side, and we really dare not let public opinion ferment. I was in ...... yesterday It seems to be on TV, watching Muggle their news program - the Muggle Observatory says that the fog appeared after Halloween, and it has been nineteen days since today!"

"Nineteen days?" Newt frowned, "There aren't many magical beasts that can consistently cause such a wide range of weather changes, and even fewer can last for nineteen days......

Newt stretched out his hand to Rolve, who took out a very old kraft book and handed it to Newt.

"The Thunderbird can do it, and the white light you described could also be the thunderbolt triggered by the Thunderbird...... But the black gas can't be caused by the Thunderbird." Newt said as he began to write and draw in the vellum.

"So what do you mean......

"There are three possibilities—" Newt filled the pages of the velope and handed it to Abertle.

"The first possibility is that the clouds raised by the Thunderbird are the clouds that cause this widespread fog, and the white light is the electric light set off by the Thunderbird. As for the black qi that doesn't match the Thunderbird's characteristics, it's possible that dark creatures such as Dementors and Voldemort Bat are fighting the Thunderbird."

"But there's probably a big problem with this one, and that's that the Thunderbird isn't part of the Dementors' recipes; The population of volcanic bats is pitifully rare and is usually only seen in the tropics. Even if a handful of Voldemort bats appear in Greece, it will be difficult to cause a black gas that can be observed by wizards with the naked eye."

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"What about the second possibility?" Abertel asked eagerly.

"The second possibility is that there is some magic that I haven't discovered yet

Animals are alive!" Speaking of this, Newt's eyes flashed with excitement, "This is also the ideal situation in my mind - whether it is a creature that has just been observed, a breed born of the mating of different magical animals, or a new species mutated, I have no problem!"

However, Abertel did not expect much from this possibility.

Newt Scamander is known to have been the wizard of the world's most prestigious magizoologist since the twenties of this century. He travels the world all year round, looking for all kinds of magical animals that have never been discovered.

Dozens of editions of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them have been printed, and almost every new edition is produced, and many magic schools rush to use it as a textbook for the Fantastic Beasts conservation class.

Such a legendary magizoologist, decades have passed, is there really a magical beast that has not been discovered by him?

Not to mention, this thing, which may be a magical beast, is still so high-profile that it directly covers the entire Olympus with special effects......

"That...... What about the third possibility?" Abertel asked again.

"The third possibility......" Newt's excited expression fell, and his face became solemn.

"It could be that two extremely powerful wizards are fighting on Mount Olympus at this time!"

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