"Two powerful wizards?!"

Abertel was taken aback, "Mr. Scamander, don't dare to talk nonsense. We've never had a wizard of this level who could change the Celestial Phenomena on a large scale!"

"Minister Abbotell, why are you so unconfident?" Young Rove jumped up and patted Abbotel on the shoulder, and said to him in an old-fashioned manner, "I grew up listening to stories from Greek myths and legends, so maybe there are some ancient wizards in your wizarding world who have never been seen?"

Abertel smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'd rather believe that there are wizards from somewhere else running over to fight......

"What do you think, Mr. Scamander?" He turned his head to look at the old man next to Rove, who was frowning in thought.

Newt's eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at Abertel, and then turned his head to look at Rove worriedly.

"I want to go into Olympus." He whispered.

"That's great, if you go into the mountains and find out, you'll find the truth about Mount Olympus!" Abbotel naturally couldn't ask for it, and excitedly glanced at the other junior brother behind him.

The younger brother made an "OK" gesture knowingly, and took out a small golden statue from a box that had just been moved.

"Mr. Scamander, this is our doorkey from the Ministry of Magic to Mount Olympus!" Abbotel was clearly prepared, and took the little golden statue and handed it to Newt, "We don't have many wizards here who can make portkeys, and this thing is in short supply right now."

Newt and Rove looked at the golden statue in front of them, which resembled the legendary Hermes, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It's clear that in Greece, doorkeys are in short supply.

The small statue of Hermes in front of him seemed to be made of gold, and the purity was also very high, and such a statue might weigh as much as a pound or two.

According to the more conventional gold price, 10 Galleons and 1 gram of gold to calculate the price, such a small statue is probably 8,000 Galleons, which is as high as 40,000 pounds when converted into pounds!

The Greek Ministry of Magic used such a valuable item as a portkey for processing, which has already proved the scarcity of the portkey here in disguise-

In contrast, in the British Ministry of Magic, almost every clerk in the Department of Magical Traffic Management can do the basic travel item like a doorkey.

And given the fact that doorkeys can be thrown away after one use, most doorkeys are made from useless waste products such as old shoes, waste newspaper rolls, and broken teapots. The advantage of this selection of materials is that there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to recycle used door keys, which greatly reduces the time cost.

Therefore, looking at the small golden statue of Hermes in Abertel's hand, Newt and Rove both showed sympathy and pity in their eyes.

"Uh...... Is there anything wrong with it?" Abertel looked at the two Scamanders with a confused expression, "Don't you even need a portkey to go out of the house?"

Rove opened his mouth to explain how common such portkeys were in England and America.

But Newt interrupted Rove by rubbing his head. ….

"Rove, we're guests, don't embarrass Mr. Abertel too much." Newt said, with a gentle face.

Looking at the very considerate grandfather, Rove nodded obediently.

Newt smiled and looked at Abbottel, who was still confused.

"Mr. Abbotel, I can understand your difficulties." With a gentle expression, he asked, "Since your portkeys are so scarce, why don't we just apparage to Mount Olympus?"

Albert's expression froze on his face.

"Mr. Scamander, you mean ...... Apparitions to Mount Olympus, a hundred miles away?" He asked with a stiff face.

"yes, what's the problem?" Newt asked curiously, "That's not too far away, isn't it?"

Abertel covered his face in pain.

Rove looked at Abertel's expression, beside him

Carefully tugged at his grandfather's dirty trench coat.

"Grandpa, don't say any more......," he said, "I now think that you are the one who has embarrassed Mr. Abertel."

Newt: "......"

……

Newt, Rove, Minister Abbottel, and his two henchmen, the five of them finally used the statue of Hermes to make it to the periphery of Mount Olympus.

This is because Newt, in order to take care of Minister Abbotter's emotions, pretends that he can't apparilate to such a distance...... Although it is difficult to say whether Abertel will believe his white lies.

Standing on an empty road, they saw a desolate mountain peak in front of them, shrouded in a thick fog.

According to the part that is not covered by the fog, it can be seen that Mount Olympus is extremely majestic, the mountains are handsome and straight, and from the halfway up the mountainside, you can faintly see the majestic snow-capped mountains that pierce into the fog.

The deep gray of the bedrock and the whiteness of the snow work so well that perhaps only nature can create such a very different but matching landscape.

The mountains were covered with mist, and from time to time white light shone brightly, driving the mist to turn into pure white. However, in the white light, there is often some faintly visible black gas, which adds a bit of evil temperament to this domineering mysterious mountain with a little softness.

"Unexpectedly, the movements of white light and black gas in this area have become more frequent now." Abbotel said with a solemn face, "When I came here a few days ago, it took a long time for the white light and black gas to flicker alternately, but now it almost doesn't stop......

Newt frowned, looking at the mist-shrouded mountain in front of him, his face gradually sank.

"Minister Abbotl, this white light and clouds are not caused by the Thunderbird." He whispered, "I once lived with a Thunderbird for nearly half a year, and I know very well that most of the clouds caused by the Thunderbird's natural magic are dark and heavy rain clouds, and the light emitted is also slightly blue and electric......

"So we've ruled out the first possibility?" Abbotel asked.

"It's basically something that can be ruled out." Newt nodded, "But I can't rule out the possibility that a special Thunderbird has mutated."

"Well, so the second one you said might be kept." Albert chimed in. ….

He took two steps forward, took a closer look at the thick fog for a moment, turned his head and asked curiously, "So do you prefer the second or third possibility?"

"There's too little information to draw conclusions so hastily." Newt shook his head, "I'll have to go into the mountains and gather more information."

Newt looked at Mount Olympus, half of the mountain was hidden in the mist, and his eyes lit up with joy and inquiry.

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At the same time, Rove, who was standing next to Newt, had the same emotion in his eyes.

"Grandpa, it looks like it's time for us to go on an adventure together!" Rove jumped up excitedly, "I was only twelve years old when I was given the opportunity to take risks, and I said that I would definitely become a great myrzoologist like my grandfather!"

However, just as Rove was rejoicing, Newt tilted his head slightly and looked at his little grandson suspiciously.

"Who told you I'm going to take you on an adventure?" He asked softly.

Rove's celebratory action came to an abrupt end.

"But...... But...... Grandma Bounty isn't here, aren't you just a little assistant like me?" His emotional gap was too great, and he stammered a little.

As if thinking of a possibility, Rove suddenly opened his mouth wide, "You don't want to enter Mount Olympus alone in an unknown situation, do you?!"

"Of course." Newt rightfully sorted out his dirty, but adventurer-looking trench coat, "When I was younger, I didn't take risks alone, and I was already familiar with the road."

"But

You're not young anymore!" Rove said eagerly, "You can't go alone, Olympus needs me!" The discipline of protecting magical beasts needs me!

"Rov, you're still too young for you to follow me on an adventure." Newt said, "Besides, I'm not dead yet! I'll have to support the subject of protecting magical beasts, and it's not too late for you to take over after you graduate."

Newt gave a rare joking smile and shoved a tie embroidered with gold patterns into Rov's hand.

The next moment, as the air in front of Newt and Abertel distorted, the puffed Rove disappeared into the outer lands of Mount Olympus.

"Makes you laugh, Minister Abertel." After sending off his unreassuring grandson, Newt breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Abertle, "Rove is too young to take part in such an unspecified adventure."

"Understand, understand!" Abertel nodded repeatedly.

Then, he looked at Newt's hand that had just handed out the tie, and opened his mouth slightly, but he never said anything else.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Minister Abbotl?" Newt saw that Abertel was about to stop talking, so he asked curiously.

"Ahem...... It's not anything important......" Abertel coughed a little embarrassed, "I just wanted to ask, is the same portkey that Mr. Scamander just handed over to Rove?" ….

"You read that right, Minister Abertall." Newt smiled softly, "This is a portkey that Albus gave me decades ago to return to Hogwarts from anywhere in the world. I haven't used it all these years, but today I suddenly remembered it."

"Uh...... Produced decades ago...... ...... anywhere in the world?"

Abbotel swallowed, feeling that he had been staying in this small place in Greece all these years, and he had finally seen less.

Newt smiled in disbelief.

In fact, he was initially surprised by the extent to which the Portkey made by Dumbledore was effective and how long it could last.

This is because normal door keys tend to only be used within a country, and most door keys only have a shelf life of a few days. After this time, the magic contained in it will gradually dissipate, and eventually it will turn back into useless old shoes, discarded newspaper rolls, and broken teapots......

As for the transnational portkey, it not only requires the approval of the Ministry of Magic, but also requires more detailed magic casting; Cross-continent Portkeys are even more complicated - in general, only the best wizards can craft cross-continent Portkeys, and they only have a maximum of a few hours to effect.

Cross-border and transcontinental portkeys require extremely strict approvals and extremely high fees, which is why the number of black dealers in the wizarding world who sell portkeys without permission remains high.

And the doorkeys peddled by the black traders are often not guaranteed, and often have accidents such as being in the wrong place, too bumpy, or even throwing the wizard out of the doorkey during use......

Dumbledore's portkeys never had such a problem.

The most powerful wizard in the wizarding world showed an excellent ability to make portkeys during the Global Wizarding War sixty years ago, using portkeys several times to save Newt and his friends against Grindelwald.

For example, the Portkey that Newt used to teleport Rove away was obtained from Dumbledore decades ago and has not lost its usefulness......

Newt and the Greek Minister of Magic beside him were thinking thoughtfully about the portkey as they walked side by side in the direction of Mount Olympus.

"Didi—"

At this moment, several loud car horns sounded, interrupting the two of them's thoughts.

Newt turned his head and saw a black sedan with its headlights on, driving slowly behind the two.

"Hey—two guys in fancy clothes in front of you!" A middle-aged man rolled down the window and poked his head out of the car, "Do you two have any quality, walking in the middle of the road, I heard the horn and returned."

Why don't you get out of the way?"

The man spoke Greek, and Newt looked at Abertel beside him with some blankness.

Abbottel's face became extremely embarrassed, and he quickly grabbed Newt's arm and dragged him to the side of the road.

"I'm sorry, we talked too much." Abbotel smirked at the man.

The man looked at Newt and Abertel who had been on the side of the road, snorted, and put his hand out of the window and raised his middle finger.

"Pay attention to it in the future." He pointed to the gray shell of his car with his middle finger, "See? This is the BMW 850Ci! If I can afford this car, it means I can clean up you two weird transdresses at will!"

With that, the man still put his middle finger outside the window, started the car with his other hand, and sped away from Newt and Abertel, leaving only the dust they had kicked up.

Seeing this Muggle so provocative, Abbottel, who was the Minister of Magic of Greece and a "high-ranking authority", was so angry that his face turned red.

And although Newt couldn't understand what the man said, he could still understand the behavior of the middle finger and tail flicking, and even if he had always been good-tempered, he was slightly dissatisfied.

But both restrained themselves and did not use magic against Muggles. This is a matter of principle for wizards in the wizarding world.

However, just because the two of them didn't do it doesn't mean that the others won't......

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from a short distance in front of the two of them.

The two looked up in astonishment and saw a handsome silver car, and a man sitting in the car who was also too handsome.

The man had long silver hair that was more dazzling than the body......

……

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