Abertel was too stimulated this time and didn't seem to recover so easily.

Andros also went to accompany him and crouched on the edge of the low wall, looking at the Greek Minister of Magic with sympathy, who was bald and worried about the Greek wizarding community.

Newt sighed in pity, then turned his gaze to Dracula beside him.

"Professor Dracula, can you take me inside those buildings?" He asked, "I vaguely feel something familiar from this, and I'm not sure what it is, I need to get up close."

"Absolutely." Dracula glanced at Newt with some curiosity, and casually agreed, "But how can such a place that has been closed for thousands of years have an aura that makes you feel familiar?"

"I'm curious, too." Newt said softly, but his expression was a little solemn.

Dracula walked in with Newt of a random ancient Greek-style temple, standing on a flat marble surface.

The two of them passed through a square hall to the sanctuary inside the temple, and when they looked up, they could see a tall, gold-encrusted statue standing in front of the sanctuary.

Dracula couldn't tell which god it was, only that the carving level of the carvers was quite high.

"How's it going, Mr. Scamander, have you found something familiar to you?" Dracula asked, looking at Newt.

"There's a familiar aura there, and I can feel it's around here." Newt paced the marble floor, closing his eyes and feeling it.

In this temple, a wisp of black qi quietly wrapped around his body, as if to devour it......

Newt's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked around him with a thick, corrosive black aura.

"Or not just in our neighborhood, but everywhere around us, it's all that familiar atmosphere." He raised his voice and said to Dracula, "I see, this is the breath of silence!"

"Isn't this the power of the Dementors that Helbo absorbed? What does it have to do with Murmur?" Dracula frowned.

He stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed a strip of black qi, and wrapped his two hands around him several times like turning a flower rope, winding the endless black qi around him into a ball, pulling it in front of his eyes and looking at it carefully.

"Is this power similar to Silent Ran?" Dracula asked curiously, "It's been a long time since I've seen something as rare as Silent Ran, and I'm not sure what its power form is."

Newt was silent for a moment, then suddenly placed his inseparable old-fashioned suitcase on the ground and opened two snaps.

As soon as he opened the snap button of the box, a small yellow paw came out of the box.

"No, Teddy, hurry back. I'm not here for you!" Newt hurriedly grabbed Sniff's neck and lifted him up, "I'm not sure if there's any other danger here, don't run around!"

Dracula watched with interest as Newt painstakingly stuffed the sniffing teddy back into the suitcase, then waved his wand and pulled out a transparent bubble of mana from the suitcase.

This transparent bubble contains a black fluid-like mass that sways in the air from time to time. ….

"It's ...... A silent?" Dracula looked at the black fluid-like substance wrapped in transparent bubbles and asked in surprise, "Where did you keep it from?" I remember that when the silent host dies, the silence dissipates with it."

"This must have been more than sixty years ago." Newt's eyes were filled with nostalgia, and he explained softly, "I met an unknown person in Sudan at that time, and she trusted me."

"I remember when I tried my best to separate Silent Ran from that girl's body, she looked at me with encouraging eyes and told me to let it go."

"But I still failed to live up to her expectations, and in the end, I didn't save her......

"You're already remarkable, Mr. Scamander." Dracula opened his mouth to reassure, "Silence is an extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark force, which often attacks explosively and then disappears......

"As far as I know

The silent are rarely willing to trust others, even the closest ones. That little Sultan girl is able to trust you, and is even willing to let you help separate the silence from her, which speaks volumes about her attitude towards you."

"It's long gone, Mr. Scamander." Dracula said.

"yes, these things are long gone." Newt sighed and shook his head, "The most important thing now is the matter in front of you."

He looked deeply into Dracula's eyes, "Professor Dracula, through this silence, can you tell the similarity between the two energies?"

Dracula beckoned lightly, and the transparent bubbles in front of Newt flew lightly.

However, when the silence in the bubble gradually approached Dracula, it seemed that he felt a strong pressure on Dracula's body, and Silently seemed to be suddenly touched, and there was a fluctuation on the ground.

"Professor Dracula, wait a minute!" Newt was startled and hurriedly shouted.

If Mo Ran is allowed to explode at such a time, it is likely to consume the few remaining powers that have been spent in it for decades.

Newt didn't want to let the sultan girl of the year just dissipate the last trace of existence in the world!

At that moment, Dracula raised his hand and pressed down on the transparent bubble.

The silence in the bubble seemed to be suppressed immediately, and he immediately stayed in the bubble where he was.

"Don't worry, Mr. Scamander, I'm measured." Dracula hooked the corners of Newt's mouth.

Then, he put the sphere of black gas in his hand and the transparent bubble loaded with silence, carefully comparing the similarities between the two.

"There do seem to be a lot of similarities." Dracula frowned, "Whether it's energy attributes, colors, or traits, they all have a very similar taste......

"But it shouldn't be...... One of them is caused by the magic in the wizard's body***, and the other is left over from the power of the Dementors absorbed by Helbo, so there shouldn't be such a strong similarity between the two......

"If these two powers are really similar to this extent, then the wizard's magic and the dementor's power are the same?" ….

Dracula looked puzzled, looking at the two different power systems placed side by side in the air, his eyes wandering.

"Professor Dracula, could it be that the despicable Helmo changed the Dementors' power form when he absorbed the Dementors' powers—" Newt asked, "Helmo made it more easily absorbed by wizards, so it resembles the power of Silent?"

"Probably not." Dracula shook his head and said, "Because this kind of black qi is not a power suitable for wizards to absorb, it would be a bit redundant to deliberately transfer the power of the Dementors to this state and then absorb it."

"Of course, we can't completely rule out this possibility, so we can make a little more observations."

As he spoke, Dracula took out a mirror with a phoenix float carved into it from his pocket and pressed a button on it.

Nicol Lemay's face emerges in the mirror.

"Tell me, you old thing, what's there that I need help with?" Seeing Dracula's face, Lemay seemed to be in a good mood, and said in a brisk tone, "I'm enjoying the drama! If you have anything to say, hurry up a little bit, and I'll see how I can help you."

"How do you know I'm here for your help?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "Can't I just suddenly want to talk to you?"

"Don't I know you old thing?" Lemay said confidently, "When did you want to talk to me and didn't parachute directly to me? Some time ago, in order to prevent you from running around and scaring others, I almost didn't dare to go out to watch the show."

"Ahem...... Is that obvious?" Dracula coughed a little embarrassed, "So, you can help me check this energy with those instruments of yours......

He tossed the black gas in his hand in front of the mirror.

"Let's focus on the similarities and differences between it and Silent Ran." Dracula looked into the mirror and said, "Mister Scamander and I are not in a good position right now to find out the specific energy difference between the two."

"No problem, you can just throw it in my workshop on the second floor." Lemay smiled lightly, "So...... Is Newt with you too?"

Dracula tilted the mirror a little in Newt's direction.

Newt saw the gray-haired figure in the mirror, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and then he smiled in surprise.

"Nicol, long time no see." He beckoned to the mirror.

"Newt, Perenale asked me some time ago! She asked Newt and Tina why they hadn't come to Paris for so long to see us two old bones." Nicol Lemayvi said to Newt with some complaints, "Have you known each other for a long time and have lost your feelings?"

"Of course not, Nicol!" Newt coyly explains, "It's just that I'm busy traveling around the world, gathering material for writing the new edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; Tina and her good friend Lally are also busy preparing new materials for Yinfalmorny."

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

"Don't worry, when we're done with this while, we'll take Rove to visit you and Perenal." ….

"Then we're done! Perenal and I are waiting for you in Paris!" Nicol Lemay said happily.

Then he looked at Dracula, who was watching the play, "Brad, and you! Don't just be looking around for fun, and remember to come and visit us two old bones!"

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Dracula shrugged disappreciatively.

At the same time, he snapped his fingers and threw a cloud of black gas into a dark moonlight, teleporting it to Lemay's safe house on rue Morancy in Paris.

"That black gas has been thrown at home for you, don't just watch your drama and forget about it!" Dracula chuckled.

"Of course, I don't need you to remind you!" Lemay waved his hand angrily, "Go ahead with your business, don't delay me from watching this play."

After that, he took the initiative to disconnect the connection between the mirrors, and did not forget to add a sentence before completely disconnecting:

"You two don't forget to visit us two old bones often!"

Both Dracula and Newt looked at the spirited old man with a smile and watched his figure disappear from the mirror.

"Nicol seems to be in good spirits." Newt smiled with relief.

"Isn't it? When he thought that I was trying to have fun after living so boring, he was full of motivation to live again." Dracula chuckled and shook his head,

"After all, his love of theatre has never changed, and the Muggle world is constantly introducing new plays. His joy in life never faded."

Who would have thought that this old man was still discussing with another old man at this time last year, wanting to use the Philosopher's Stone as bait to lure Voldemort into the bait, and then he was ready to take this opportunity to die?

'If Nicol had been allowed to die for a long time, it would have been difficult to find an expert who could analyze magical energy...... Dracula thought to himself.

"Let's go, let's go see how those two guys are doing." He chuckled and shook his head, leading the way to the outer edge of the temple.

A silver light representing the patron saint shines into the square hall of the temple, surging and refreshing.

Dracula and Newt walked side by side to the low wall where Abertel and Andros were, and looked at the bald Minister of Magic for the Greek wizarding community.

"How's it going, Minister Abertall?" Dracula first glanced at Andros, then asked.

Andros looked up at Dracula and Newt who were walking from a distance, and spread his hands at the two, meaning that Abertel was still struggling and showed no signs of recovery.

Dracula raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Ah

Bertel.

"I thought that as a Minister of Magic, you shouldn't be so weak in your ability to withstand pressure, right?" He asked with interest.

Abbotel raised his head with a numb expression, glanced at the silver-haired figure in front of him, and lowered his eyes with a dull expression.

"What can I do?" He said in a heavy tone, "When I found out that no matter how hard I tried, the Greek wizarding world would inevitably decline...... Can I have any other emotion in my heart than despair?"

"What other emotions can there be? Of course it's to let yourself go......" Dracula's excited words were interrupted by Newt.

Newt grumpied Radcula's sleeve and crouched down, meeting Abertel's eyes.

"Abertel, I can see that you are a very responsible Minister of Magic." He whispered, "But there are some things that we can't handle. I can understand the desperation that no matter how hard you try, it's useless!"

"I always felt powerless when I faced Grindelwald."

"So how did you deal with that emotion, Mr. Scamander?" Abertel's eyes fluctuated slightly.

Newt pursed his lips and laughed.

"I choose to trust my other companions!" He said.

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