Seeing Dracula's logo, the Muggle man suddenly retreated.

He'd discovered that the silver-haired man was more than just a Rolls-Royce...... The million-dollar car is said to be hit and hit, and the act of not feeling distressed or caring is precisely the source of his fear.

"Ahem...... I thought about it, and suddenly I felt that the responsibility of the five or five was not too reasonable." The Muggle man immediately changed his tune and said, "Actually, our two cars were damaged to a similar degree, so we might as well take a step back—"

"In this way, if we don't owe each other, I will suffer a little loss, and you won't have to pay me for my $25,000 repair cost......

Saying this, it seemed that he himself felt that he was at a loss, and without waiting for Dracula to respond, he got into the car again, started the car at the fastest speed in his life, and drove away from the scene with a puff of smoke.

"Your Excellency, did you just let this Muggle go?" Albert looked at the Muggle man's car disappearing around the corner 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've always been a cautious guy." A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Dracula's lips as he turned to look at the corner on the other side of the mountain road.

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

Just as the two were puzzled, a black sedan suddenly turned out of that corner, and on closer inspection, its recessed front bumper could be seen......

"Is this the car just now?" Newt asked, surprised.

The next moment, his question was answered-

I saw that in 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 incredulous expression, and at the same time stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes blankly.

Isn't that the Muggle man just now, and who is it?

The black sedan sped past again, disappearing again around the corner where it had disappeared before.

"Uh...... Your Excellency, it occurred to me that it was not appropriate to teach Muggles a lesson with magic like this?" It was only then that Abbertel remembered his status as Minister of Magic of Greece, "which is a violation of the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law......

"As long as you two don't say it, who knows that I've violated the Secrecy Law?" Dracula said nonchalantly.

"That's ......," Abbottel nodded, and then realized that something was wrong, "No, I'm also the Minister of Magic, how can I take the lead in protecting it?"

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

"Momentary Anger...... It's just angry talk." Aboryll wiped the beads of sweat from his bare head.

After a while, the black BMW sedan emerged from the previous corner again.

The Muggle man in the car looked at the silver Rolls-Royce on the side of the road and his eyes widened in shock.

"Malaka?!"

He slammed on the gas pedal and sped away from the previous corner. ….

Two minutes later, however, the Muggle man reappeared in front of the three Dracula.

"Today...... It's a really evil day!"

He panted and flicked the steering wheel, and with a drift turned the car around the corner he had turned, hoping to find a way out.

Two minutes later, however, the black sedan emerged from the corner where it had left.

After many unscientific experiences, the Muggle man's eyes were bloodshot at this time, 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 big brother!" He was really scared this time, opened the car door tremblingly, and jumped out of the car with a rolling belt, "I was blind, and I actually provoked your character......

"You...... You must be living in Olympia

The devil in the mountains, right?"

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

"No, no, no, my question, you must be a god living on Mount Olympus!"

He pulled the car keys out of the car, held them in both hands, and handed them to the window of Dracula's Rolls-Royce.

"I was really wrong this time, just let me go! I don't want to ask for any compensation for this car anymore, I can just give it to you!"

The Muggle man's hands trembled, and the car keys shook in his hands, making the sound of metal strings colliding.

Dracula raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at the key in his hand that kept flickering.

"You've got it all figured? It might be cheaper to lose a little money alone than to put the whole car in there." He chuckled.

"It's okay, I've 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, and as for losing money or losing a car, this kind of thing is no longer in his consideration.

"It's okay, I just thought it was monotonous to drive this car." Dracula chuckled and took his car keys from the man, "Since you're still sincere, you can go now."

"Really...... Really?" The Muggle man asked incredulously.

"Of course, am I still talking?" Dracula's voice froze.

"No, no, no...... I didn't question what you meant, I'll leave right away...... Let's go."

The Muggle man didn't even bother to take the rest of his car's miscellaneous items with him, and with Dracula's permission, he hurried to the corner where he had been sent back a few times.

As he runs, he also looks back from time to time to see if he's still stuck in the loop of the trail.

Just as the Muggle man was about to leave that corner, and when he turned back for the last time, he saw the greek-speaking man in fancy dress holding a strange twig pointing at him—

"Obliviate."

As the guy said something strange, the Muggle man seemed to have forgotten something.

"No, where's my car?" He kept looking left and right, muttering in his mouth. ….

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

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

Dracula froze as he observed the movements of the new car.

"Mr. Minister, is your so-called Oblivion Charm only half of your memories erased?" The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Uh...... Well, you know, we Greek wizards aren't too skilled in magic......" Abertel wiped the cold sweat from his bald head and said embarrassedly, "And this time the casting distance is a bit far, so it's not easy to control."

"I know that very well." Newt said with a look of sudden approval.

He then waved his wand and gave the Muggle man a silent Oblivion Charm.

The Muggle man immediately forgot about looking for his car and left the area from that corner, somewhat dazed.

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

"Minister Abbottel, didn't your Greek Ministry of Magic cast a Muggle banishment spell on Mount Olympus?" Putting away his wand, Newt looked at the Muggle man's distant figure, frowning slightly,

"Under the condition of uncertainty about the specific situation here, using the Muggle Expulsion Charm to protect the safety of Muggles and prevent the official affairs of the Ministry of Magic from being interfered with by Muggles should be the most basic and common way to do things, right?"

"Uh...... Again, it's about the level of magic in Greece, we don't have enough people!" Albert said helplessly, "There aren't many members of the Greek Ministry of Magic in total, and there will be

Even fewer use the Muggle Exorcism Charm."

"And the scope of Mount Olympus is really a bit large, and even if our wizards work overtime day and night, they can't cover the entire mountain area with the Muggle Expulsion Charm in a short period of time......

"Didn't you negotiate with the Muggle government?" Newt continued, "Tell the Muggle government to send troops to the area to keep civilians out of reach; At the same time, some 'experts' can be arranged to talk about the dangers of the anomalies on Mount Olympus."

"Or rather...... The relationship between the Ministry of Magic on your side and the Muggle government is as bad as America's, and there is no way to communicate with each other?"

Newt is also a ninety-year-old man after all, and he has a lot of experience; In addition, his older brother Theseus Scamander used to be the *** of the Ministry of Magic, so he is quite familiar with the ways of the wizarding world.

When he saw such unprofessional behavior of the Greek Ministry of Magic, he immediately singled out a lot of faults with them and pointed out many good solutions.

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

"I informed the Greek president of Constantine a few days ago that they would put martial law on Mount Olympus to prevent accidents."

"But the Muggle president wasn't happy! What did he say...... Greece's economic development model is inseparable from tourism, which provides nearly one-fifth of GDP, and Mount Olympus is the main tourism industry in Greece...... It's a mess, I can't remember it clearly." ….

"Anyway, the Muggles are adamantly disagreeing to martial law on Olympus. So there's really nothing we can do about the Ministry of Magic here......

Newt was silent for a moment, then glanced at Abertel with sympathetic eyes.

"You're really ...... The conditions are tough." He hesitated for a long time before he deliberated and said such a euphemistic evaluation.

At the same time, Dracula had already disposed of the BMW car that the fortune boy had sent him before.

He casually used a repair charm to fix the bumper that a Muggle man said it took 25,000 dollars to fix, and then burned all the useless things in the car to put the good-looking BMW 850Ci in his pocket.

Dracula is ready to wait for himself to get bored and use this car to transform a more unique magically modified car, which can be swapped out for a ride every now and then.

"So what are you lacking now? Is it just a matter of covering the mountains with a Muggle banishment charm?" After putting the car away, he walked over to Newt and Abbotel and asked.

"'Only,? You're thinking too much about it, aren't you?" Albert questioned, "An area as vast as Mount Olympus, even the most simple spell, cannot be completely covered by a few people."

"But it's really simple." Dracula smiled with interest.

Abertel frowned, his face full of disbelief, thinking that Dracula was just bragging to him.

So Dracula snapped his fingers lightly.

In the next moment, a secret and colorless ripple centered on Dracula, quietly caressing the bodies of Abbotel and Newt, and extending all the way to the periphery of the mountain.

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

Countless Muggles are either driving cars, holding their cameras to take pictures of Mount Olympus, or laughing and laughing as they climb this majestic mountain......

However, at the same time, they retracted what they were doing, put away the luggage and backpacks around them, and hurried away 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。」

Abertel's inner pocket suddenly heard the voice of a younger brother.

He from

He pulled out a walkie-talkie from a Muggle in his pocket and expertly pressed the button.

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

Looking at Dracula and Newt's strange gazes, Abertel smiled awkwardly and said:

"It's not like there's something wrong with the magic level, and you have to rely on something else to make up for it......

Then, the voice of the little brother came from the walkie-talkie again:

"Mr. Minister, there is an unusual situation on the periphery of Mount Olympus. A large number of Muggles who had been in the interior of the mountains left the Olympus area at about the same time, and it is unclear why. over。」

"Roger, receive, over."

Abbotel slowly removed the walkie-talkie from his lips and looked at Dracula with a look of astonishment and even horror.

"You...... Did that Muggle banishment spell you just use to cover all of Olympus?!"

"Maraka! It's even silent spellcasting plus wandless casting!

The Greek Minister of Magic, Mr. Gentleman, even burst into obscenity.

"The wizarding world is huge, and there's always something you can't think of, Mr. Minister."

Dracula chuckled and sat back down on his Rolls-Royce.

"Also, if there's nothing important, I suggest you leave as well." He waved at Newt and Albert, "This mountaintop isn't something you can handle easily."

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