"Wait!" Hyerbo suddenly shouted, "Sir Dracula, I think we should have more room to work together."

"What room do I have with you?" Dracula glanced at him.

As he spoke, he flicked his wand and summoned a river of bright red.

The water meandered and gradually condensed into a blood-colored balloon, imprisoning Helbo's body.

After Helbo was confined to this secret realm by Andros, it was naturally impossible for him to obtain a new body, and now he was in a state like Voldemort's soul body.

In response to Helbo's soul state, Dracula naturally adopted the magic of the blood-colored water dungeon.

This magic has been successfully tested on Voldemort's soul body several times, and it is very useful!

Sure enough, Helbo's face changed, and his expression became eager.

"Dracula, don't you have any interest in how I absorbed the power of the Dementors?" He shouted hoarsely.

The Scarlet Water Prison contracted a little.

"Curious indeed." Dracula chuckled and said, "Then I'll give you ten seconds to tell me how you managed to absorb the dementor power that had been wiped out from the outside world here?"

"You must first agree to cooperate with me and help me get out of this cage. Otherwise I wouldn't have told you." The Helbo Girl laughed dryly, "Don't think I don't know you want an empty glove white wolf."

"But you have no room for bargaining in front of me."

Dracula wasn't used to him. The blood-colored dungeon spun again, contracting at an accelerated pace.

"Dracula, your magic can't threaten me!" Helmo said hoarsely, "All I have to do is die again, as long as my Horcruxes aren't destroyed, I'll never really die!"

"But if you really insist on attacking me despite our friendship with the dark faction—then you will never know my secrets, and you will never know how I absorbed the power of the Dementors!"

Dracula looked at Helbo's sworn expression, and his eyes moved slightly.

With a sudden wave of his wand, he unleashed the blood-colored dungeon's restraint on Helbo, leaving behind only a circle of blood-colored ropes as crystal clear as ruby, and then lifted his foot and took two steps forward.

"Wise choice, Sir Dracula." Helmo smiled and nodded slowly, "You won't regret helping me."

However, Andros, who was standing next to Dracula, did not show any signs of anxiety.

Andros glanced at Dracula and saw the look on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and couldn't help but look at Helmpo with a look of pity.

Poor that the pioneer of the dark wizard still maintains a confident look, believing that the unlocking of the bloody water prison means that Dracula is ready to regain the identity of the dark camp and cooperate with him.

In Helpo's opinion, no matter how strong Andros was in the past, he was still the same as himself now, just a broken soul body with an empty soul and no corresponding body, and naturally could not be the opponent of Dracula with a complete body.

Therefore, as long as Dracula and himself cooperate, the two can easily escape the blockade of this secret realm, and even trap Andros in this prison in turn. ….

Thinking of this, Helmo unconsciously put a smug smile on his face.

However, at this moment, a burning sensation that pierced the soul suddenly emerged from the depths of Helbo's soul.

He lowered his head in astonishment, only to find that the blood-colored ropes around him were burning with white flames everywhere.

This kind of flame seems to have no temperature, but it seems to be able to burn the soul and burn people to ashes.

"Dracula, what are you doing?!" Helbo cried out in shock.

Looking at the happy smile on his face, Helmo realized that Dracula had never intended to work with him. On the contrary, Dracula didn't even want him to die too easily.

"Helmo, it's up to you

Are you worthy of threatening me?" Dracula curled the corners of his mouth and smiled wildly, "Since you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Sooner or later, I'll be able to find out your secrets, and I'm not in a hurry."

"Trust me, Dracula. You'll regret what you did today!"

Seeing that Dracula was soft and hard, Helmo finally stopped expecting to cooperate with him, just stared at him and coldly released cruel words.

"Don't worry, I've had a long life, but there are really few things I regret." Dracula said with a chuckle.

In this way, in the eyes of Dracula and Helbo, the old man with a lewd face was constantly burned by the white flames, gradually becoming illusory and transparent.

Helbo was scorched by the flames, twitching the corners of his mouth from time to time, but he always kept his lips closed and did not let out a roar of pain, maintaining his last dignity.

Eventually, Helbo's soul body burned away, and the door to the replica Parthenon in front of him became empty, leaving only a small amount of silver-white light representing the patron saint still dancing silently.

"It's a great thank you for today, my old friend, or I might have had to play hide and seek with him for years to catch him." Andros stepped forward and patted Dracula on the shoulder.

Dracula took an angry step to the side, avoiding Andros' clapped hand without a trace.

"Actually, I've been a little bored lately, and I wanted to come over to see you on a whim, but I didn't expect to run into such a thing." Dracula said to Andros, "After all, it was my destruction of the Dementors that caused Helpo's strength to increase, so it is also appropriate to deal with this guy for you."

"It's strange to say all these years." Andros stretched out his hand and stroked his funny beard with some worry, "Helmo doesn't know why, his soul power has not weakened over the years, but has become stronger and stronger."

"I can only keep using a special method to strengthen my Patronus, which can barely compete with Helbo."

He pointed to the giant Patronus that looked as tall as a mountain, "Look, isn't my Patronus much bigger than it was back then?"

"It's obvious." Dracula nodded in agreement, "I was surprised when I first arrived. How is it that after 2,000 years, you can still maintain such an open-minded mentality, and the Patronus has risen instead of shrinking?" ….

"That's no way, my mentality is really good, you can't compare!" Andros patted his chest proudly, "You don't want to see who taught your Patronus Charm!"

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched twice.

He took a deep breath before he could barely suppress the urge to smash the, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't tell me that just keeping your mindset can magnify a Patronus to such an extent......

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

"Ugh...... Of course not." Andros sighed and explained to Dracula, "In order to limit one Helbo, I still don't know if what I've done all these years is right or wrong."

"In fact, I squeezed the magical potential of this area in advance!" He said slowly.

Dracula's footsteps stopped.

"So is this the real reason for the gradual decline of the Greek wizarding world?" He asked softly, frowning.

"I can't think of any other reason why a wizarding world could decline to this extent." Andros smiled self-deprecatingly, "For the sake of one person, to bet on the future of the wizarding world, who knows if you will make or lose?"

"But how did you do it?" Dracula took another step to keep up with Andros, "I've lived so long, and I've never heard of such a magic that can squeeze the potential of a region."

"If this kind of powerful magic falls into the hands of those dark wizards with bad intentions, won't they use the safety of a wizarding world to pave the way for their own strength promotion?"

"It's not that simple...... Andros shook his head slightly, "The conditions for this magic to work,

Actually, it's too harsh—"

This magic, which squeezed the potential of the Greek wizarding world, can be traced all the way back to the birth of the secret realm at the top of Mount Olympus.

During the ancient Greek period in the fourth and fifth centuries BC, in order to completely imprison Helbo, who could not be killed, Andros specially led the entire prosperous Greek magic world to build a huge secret realm-

That is, the secret place on the top of Mount Olympus.

In this secret realm, countless buildings built by the Greek people with a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources were copied and generated by wizards in the secret realm.

These buildings are not so much a replica of the outside world as they are the spiritual projections of the outside world and the living beings.

This is also the origin of this magnificent complex of buildings in the secret realm.

Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the belief of countless human beings in the gods, and also the most ardent expectations of wizards and civilians in the wizarding world for Andros to defeat Helbo.

One building after another served as the base of the array, and together they were arranged to form a magical magic circle, sealing Helbo's soul in this powerful magic circle.

And the core of the circle is the giant patronus incarnated by Andros!

In the course of Andros's more than 2,000 years of fighting against Helmo, Andros's power has slowly weakened over time, but Helpo's soul power has been growing for some reason.

Gradually, Andros was unable to suppress Helbo. ….

To this end, he borrowed the power of the projection of the building, and used the little power he had left to communicate with the original buildings in the outside world, connecting the beliefs of ordinary wizards in this land.

Eventually, with the help of the faith of outsiders, Andros once again gained the power to rival Helbo.

However, people's beliefs are not endless.

As time passed, the power of this faith became weaker and weaker, until this faith could no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Helbo, and the formation automatically absorbed the foundation of the Greek magical world-

The magic that escapes!

As a result, the total amount of magic in the Greek magical world became less and less, and the wizards born here became weaker and weaker, and even the local magic schools could only teach in thin magic, and could no longer produce the same excellent talents as before.

This was the root cause of the decline of the Greek wizarding world.

"So, is the method of absorbing the power of the Dementors that Hylbo wanted to tell me just now the same reason for his soul power to grow over time?" Dracula asked, frowning.

"Quite possibly." Andros nodded helplessly.

"Then why didn't you stop me from killing him just now?" Dracula glared at Andros, "If you can get him out, maybe there will be a solution to the problem, and you won't have to continue to squeeze the potential of the Greek wizarding world."

"Don't worry, Helmo and I have been fighting for more than 2,000 years, and I know him." Andros shook his head instead, "That dog can't be honest. Even if he did tell you his secret, nine times out of ten it would be wrong, or at least it would be hidden."

"You want me to say...... Instead of listening to Helbo's nonsense, you should think of a solution for yourself!" He smiled relievedly, as if he didn't feel the slightest regret.

"Now I have to admit that your mentality is really good." Dracula exclaimed, "No wonder you can cast the world's largest Patronus Charm."

"Hahaha, it's a pity that the size of the Patronus Charm is not necessarily related to strength." Andros laughed, "Haven't you been laughing at me with this? I don't know if I'm invincible or not, but I know I'm happy."

"I'm more curious now about how you're going to explain it to the Minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic." Dracula gloated, "Abertel is bald for the sake of the wizarding world, and I'm curious how you'll face him."

He pointed ahead, pointing to Andros the middle-aged man with a bare head standing with Newt.

Andros' smile froze on his face

Above.

"To be honest, I don't want to lie to him." After a long silence, he sighed deeply, "I'm going to tell him the truth. If the minister resents me, I will admit it."

Andros laughed self-deprecatingly and walked straight in the direction of Abertel.

"And one more question, do you speak modern Greek?" Dracula suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Of course I will." Andros gave a thumbs up behind him, "Anyway, I've always communicated with various temples in the outside world, and it's not that complicated to learn the language of future generations."

Dracula shrugged his shoulders and watched from afar as Andros pulled Abbotel, the current minister of the Greek Ministry of Magic, from Newt's side, and talked to him beside the low wall.

Abbotel looked at the ancient Greek hero with admiration at first, but after not knowing what Andros had said, Abbotel began to become indignant.

After another conversation, Abertel sat down without a figure, scratching his fingers painfully at the few strands of hair he had left.

In the end, Abbotel sat against the low wall and sat on the rippling ground, no matter how much anyone called him.

"Professor Dracula, what's wrong with Abertel?" Newt walked over to Dracula and asked with a worried expression.

"Maybe the faith has collapsed, right?" Dracula sighed softly.

"Let him sit alone for a while, he will have to see for himself."

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