Dracula opened the window, his piercing eyes searching the surrounding fog for the location of the anomaly.

"Lord Dracula, the fog here is so heavy, can you see what's out there?" Abertel asked, confused.

He followed Dracula's example and opened the window, looked outside for a long time but found nothing, only a white expanse.

Newt also tried to use "Meteolojio" outside the window, but the fog was too heavy and the area was too wide.

Whenever he cleared the fog from one area, the fog from other directions would make up for it, leaving no gaps in the nearby fog to observe.

"In this case, no one can see anything near them with the naked eye, right?" Dracula said, "But we don't need to see anything with the naked eye, we just need to observe the flow of magic around us."

In Dracula's burgundy eyes, there seemed to be a glow of light constantly circulating.

From his point of view, the endless fog on the horizon seemed to disappear, leaving only countless colors, outlining countless colorful lines in the sky.

Whether it was the pure white light that flickered from time to time in the mist, or the black gas that occasionally escaped from the secret realm on the top of the mountain, it was now transforming into countless ink rendering pictures, intertwined in Dracula's sight.

Following these entangled, but at the same time estranged from each other, continue to look into the distance, as if you can see a dense cloud haze.

Dracula's eyes lit up and he stepped on the gas pedal suddenly.

The silver car suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning in the mist, flicking a windy drift through the air, rushing towards the glow in Dracula's sight.

Abbotel didn't react, and immediately slammed his head into the window next to the back seat, a large bag swollen on the back of his head.

As for Newt, who was also sitting in the car, he survived because he was still honestly wearing his seatbelt.

"Slow down, slow down......" Abbotel said to Dracula as he scrambled as he grabbed his seat belt beside him.

However, it was not easy to find the place where the suspected entrance was, and he didn't know when this natural magic, which could change at any time, would change its form and position, so Dracula was reluctant to stop at this time.

"Mr. Minister, you can grieve first, and you will be there soon." He reassured.

Hearing these comforting words, Abertel's face turned green instantly.

Newt, who sat next to Abertel, was also a legendary wizard who had seen strong winds and waves after all, and after experiencing the first two or three seconds of confusion, he immediately adapted to the speed of the super-fast speed, and even took out his wand from his sleeve.

"Colloshoo."

Newt read to the poor Greek Minister of Magic beside him.

Newt's simple sticky foot charm was modified and applied to Abbottel's clothes, gluing his clothes to the back seat of the car.

Abertel was in no danger of stumbling into something again.

"Thank you, Mr. Scamander." Relieved, Abbottel hurriedly pulled over his seat belt and threw a grateful look at Newt. ….

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, change the source, .huanyuan. 】

Newt nodded, and then reached out his wand and tapped it at the back of his head, dissolving the bag with a healing charm.

When all these things are done, the distance that is not too far is also fleeting at super high speeds-

"It should be around here." Dracula parked the car in the air, and the light in his eyes flowed again.

Obviously, this area is where the colorful clouds that represent magic converge.

But if you look only in the direction of the most powerful of this magic with the naked eye, you can only find a fog, not unlike any view over Mount Olympus.

"Alohora."

Dracula reached out the window and casually cast a lock-picking spell on it.

The light representing the lock-picking spell disappeared into the mist, like a stone sinking into the sea, causing no reaction.

"So faceless?" Dracula furrowed his eyebrows, "And what about this spell—"

"Bone Piercing (io)."

Hearing this spell, Abertel, who had been shaken by the speeding car, suddenly sat up with a spirit.

But he forgot that there was a seat attached to the back of his wizarding robe, and he ......

"Whew-"

The poor robe, after withstanding the impact of many accelerations and decelerations, could not withstand another shock under Abertel's astonishment, and was finally torn open a gap.

But at this time, Abertel could not care so much, and he was looking at Dracula in amazement, and asked:

"Lord Dracula, you just used one of the Unforgivable Spells...... Mind Drilling?"

"That's the case, what's the problem?" Dracula looked at the Drill Heart Curse and didn't make any waves, and responded with some irritation.

Then he glanced at the balding face in the rearview mirror, and suddenly remembered the identity of the man in the back seat, "Oh no, I forgot that there is also a Greek Minister of Magic here, sorry."

"You heard me wrong, I didn't use the Unforgivable Charm at all." He said with an unchanged face.

Abbotl: "......"

You're taking me for a fool here!

"Lord Dracula, I must warn you that it is illegal to use the Unforgivable Charm without permission within the magical realm of the entire world!" Abertel said solemnly, "And the use of the Dark Devil *** has a great impact on the wizard's mental state, and it is easy for people to go astray......

"On our side in Greece, every wizard who has studied the dark arts will eventually end up insane."

Dracula glanced at Abertel and suddenly sneered.

"Do you think there's something wrong with my mental state?" He asked nonchalantly.

There's a big problem. ，

Abbotel thought so, but watching Dracula's expression gradually turn cold, he still didn't dare to say it after all.

"Ahem...... I think you're in a normal state of mind, and you're definitely not affected by the dark arts!" He swore by it.

"Oh? I thought you'd say I'm not in a normal state of mind!" Dracula stared into Abertel's eyes and said with a smirk. ….

"Absolutely not!" Abbotel broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

"Forget it, it's boring to chat with you, you still have too little knowledge." Dracula shook his head boredly, "I can give you a reminder—"

"Dark magic does have an impact on a wizard's mental state, but it depends on how strong his spirit is......

"A wizard with a strong spirit will not necessarily be affected by black magic if he has been immersed in black magic all his life; For example, those wizards in Greece are mentally fragile, and have no potential to learn black magic, and the slightest contact will lead to an abyss from which they will never recover."

Dracula suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and got up and approached Abertle, "If a professor of defense against the dark arts doesn't know dark magic, how can he teach people to defend against dark magic?"

"Keep your eyes open, I'll show you a feast of dark magic!"

With that, he suddenly jumped out of the open window and disappeared into the thick fog.

Abbotel didn't react at all, and the driver's seat became empty, leaving only the instrument panel and other instruments in front of the car still running as usual.

"Hey! Lord Dracula, don't think about it!

He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly reacted, stuck his head out the window, and tried his best to look under the car.

"I just said it casually...... You didn't use the Unforgivable Spell on anyone, and you didn't have to be imprisoned in your Azkaban!

Abertel shouted into the fog.

Just then, Newt tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Minister Abertel, Professor Dracula is fine." Newt shook his head at him and whispered, "Instead of worrying about Professor Dracula's safety, you might as well mend the clothes behind your back first."

"Uh......" Abertel's next words lingered in his throat.

The mountain breeze with heavy moisture blew through the car window, and he felt a chill behind him.

Abbotel hurriedly used the Restoration Charm to restore his clothes to their original state, then looked at Newt curiously.

"Mr. Scamander, how do you know that Lord Dracula will be fine? It's a few thousand meters in the air!" Still a little worried, he asked, "And I'm not afraid of your jokes, I'm actually most worried about not His Excellency Dracula, but my own life......

"You see, this Muggle car looks so complicated to operate, neither of us can drive it. If Dracula falls from here, we probably won't survive......

Listening to Abertel's candid words, Newt laughed instead.

"Don't worry, we're not going to fall like this." He smiled and patted his old-fashioned suitcase, "I have a lot of cuties here who can help us land safely, do you want to hear about it?"

With that, Newt planned to introduce the air-winged bird in his box to Abbottel.

However, the next moment, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in the sky, interrupting Newt's interest.

As a thick bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, the surrounding fog seemed to split in half in half in an instant. ….

Immediately afterward, countless rays of light of different colors appeared in the air one after another, and they kept flashing, jumping, and bursting with the brilliance of the lightning......

In the blink of an eye, the sky that should have been occupied by mist turned into a sea of all kinds of spells!

"This ...... This is ......."

Abertel looked out the window in shock, the sight of the spell on its head.

Many of them had never been seen or even heard of in his life, but each one carried a powerful aura and was full of terrifying aura.

"Requisition Spell, Multiple Freezing Spells, Fire Spells......" He carefully discerned the magic that he could barely make out among the endless spells, "Oh my God...... Is it all black magic?!"

Abertel finally understood what Dracula meant by "a feast of dark magic".

Newt, on the other hand, has a more different understanding.

As a legendary wizard who lived through the era of the Global Wizarding Wars, Newt has seen many times with his own eyes when the world's most powerful dark wizard, Grindelwald, wields magic.

Not only that, but he even witnessed the pinnacle of wizarding in 1945 - the duel between two great wizards, Dumbledore and Grindelwald!

Now seeing the many spells cast by Dracula, he vaguely recalled the posture of the two great wizards when they duel.

"Seventeen, eighteen...... Twenty-five...... How many spells were cast at the same time?"

Newt was a little dazzled as he counted the spells that appeared in front of him, but he couldn't count how many spells Dracula had cast at once......

But at least Newt is now sure that this Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is definitely a great wizard-level existence that is not inferior to Grindelwald and Dumbledore at his peak!

Under the dense raindrops of magic spell, the space in front of him gradually fluctuated.

Just as a dark purple magic light passed through a certain space, it disappeared very abruptly.

Dracula looked keenly at the anomalous location, stopped all spells for a moment, and concentrated on waving his wand—

A waterfall-like pillar of blood-red light suddenly blasted towards the place where the dark purple spell had disappeared before, killing the space that existed

Covert magic shatters and annihilates.

In the next moment, a six-pointed star magic array surrounded by circular light appeared in the place where the blood-red pillar of light bombarded.

Behind this magic array, there seems to be a different world, vaguely outlining its mysterious outline in the eyes of Dracula, Newt, and Abbotl.

Now, the three of them were only separated from that world by a brilliant and magnificent formation aperture, intersecting and spinning, like a door that did not welcome visitors.

Dracula's figure appeared in the driver's seat of the car again, putting his hand on the dashboard.

"The one in the back, remember to sit down this time, I'm ready to go." His gaze was firmly fixed on the magic array not far ahead, and he said with a chuckle.

Abbotel hurriedly fastened his seatbelt again, sat upright, and nodded.

Dracula considerately watched his movements in the rearview mirror, then reluctantly stepped on the accelerator.

The silver car accelerated instantly, and slammed headlong into the spinning magic array.

At the moment when they came into contact with the light curtain, the three people sitting there seemed to feel that the world was spinning, and the world seemed to be reversed.

The towering and majestic Mount Olympus seems to be upside down, hanging in the distance above the canopy.

Below Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building, with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat ground like water.

But the most striking thing is not these, but a silver giant as high as Mount Olympus, as if reaching the heavens and the earth, standing next to that building!

……

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