Seeing the Dracula's license plate, the Muggle man instantly developed a sense of withdrawal.
He had already discovered that this silver-haired man could by no ans just be able to afford to drive a Rolls-Royce look ... million-dollar car said to crash, without any heartache, without caring about the behavior, is precisely the root of the cause of his trepidation.
"Ahem ... I thought about it, and suddenly I don't think a fifty-fifty split of responsibility is too reasonable." The Muggle man imdiately changed his words and said, "In fact, let's say that our two cars have received about the sa degree of damage, so why don't we each take a step back-"
"In this case, otherwise, let's just consider us as two people who don't owe each other, I'll suffer a slight loss, and you don't have to compensate for this twenty-five thousand dollars of my repair costs ..."
Saying this kind of words, it seems that he himself also feels that he is in the wrong, not waiting for Dracula to give a response before he once again got into the car, using the fastest speed in his life to start the automobile, and drove away from the scene in a simring cloud of smoke.
"Your Excellency, are you just going to let this Muggle go?" Abattoir asked slightly glumly as he watched the muggle man disappear into the car around the corner of the road, "Don't you want to teach him a lesson?"
"Of course I want to teach him a lesson, after all, I've never been a careful fellow." Dracula's mouth curled into a wicked smile as he turned his head to look around the corner on the other side of the mountain road.
Newt and Abbottel followed Dracula's gaze to that one corner, which was oriented in just the opposite direction from where the muggle man had disappeared.
Just as the two were puzzled, a black sedan suddenly turned out of that corner, and upon closer inspection you could still see its dented front bumper ...
"Is this the car that was just there?" Newt asked in surprise.
The next mont, his question was answered -
Only to see that inside the open window of that black BMW sedan, a middle-aged man was looking at the two of them, Rolls Royce and Newt, on the side of the road with a look of disbelief, and at the sa ti reached out his hand to blankly rub his eyes.
Who was this if not the Muggle man just now?
The black sedan sped past once more, once again disappearing around the corner where it had disappeared the previous ti.
"Eh ... Excellency, it occurs to that it's not quite appropriate to lecture a Muggle with magic like this?" It hadn't occurred to Abbottel until then that he was the Greek Minister of Magic, "It's against the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act ..."
"As long as you two don't tell anyone, who knows I'm breaking the Secrecy Act?" Dracula said, full of concern.
"That's true ...," Abbottel nodded, then realized that sothing was wrong, "No, how can I say that I'm also a Minister of Magic, how can I take the lead in covering up? "
"But weren't you the one who just said you were going to teach this muggle a lesson?" Dracula glanced at him.
"A montary fit of ... pique is all." Abner wiped the beads of sweat from his bare head.
After a short while, the black BMW sedan once again erged from the corner it had been on before.
The Muggle man in the car looked at the silver Rolls Royce at the curb and his eyes widened in shock.
"Maraca?!"
He stepped on the gas nacingly and sped away from the previous corner.
Two minutes later, however, the muggle man reappeared in front of the three Dracula n.
"Today ... is a wicked day!"
Panting, he fiercely hit the steering wheel and turned the car around in a drift, turning to the corner from which he had co, hoping to find a way out.
Two minutes later, however, the black sedan reappeared from the corner it had previously driven away from.
After many unscientific experiences, the muggle man's eyes were by now bloodshot and filled with a skeptical expression.
He hit the brakes hard and stopped in front of Dracula's Rolls Royce.
"Brother, can I call you big brother!" He was really afraid this ti, tremblingly opened the car door, rolling and crawling to jump out from the car, "It's who is blind, actually ssed with you this dignified character ..."
"You ... you must be the devil who lives in Mount Olympus, right?"
Seeing that Dracula's eyes beca a bit unkind, the muggle man also realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly changed his words:
"No, no, no, my problem, you must be the god of the heavens who lives in Mount Olympus!"
He pulled the keys out of the car, held them in both hands, and handed them to the window of the Rolls Royce Dracula was in.
"I'm really wrong this ti, so please let go! I'm not going to be insatiable for any more compensation money for this car, I can just gift it to you!"
The muggle man's hands trembled as the car keys shook in his hands, making the constant sound of strings of tal clashing.
Dracula raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at the keys that kept jiggling in his hands.
"Have you thought this through? It might be cheaper to lose so money alone than to hitch the whole car." He laughed softly.
"It doesn't matter, I've made up my mind!" The muggle man exclaid as he took a deep breath.
All he wanted to do now was to get rid of such an evil place, and such an evil person, and things like losing his money or his car were long gone from his mind.
"Good thing too, it just so happens that I still feel a bit monotonous driving just this one car." Dracula lightly laughed, took his car keys from the man's hand, "Since you are still quite sincere, then you can go now."
"Really ... really?" The Muggle man asked incredulously.
"Of course, would I ever speak out of turn?" Dracula's voice went cold.
"No, no, no ... I'm not questioning your intentions, I'll go ... right away."
The Muggle man couldn't even be bothered to take the other miscellaneous things in his car with him, and after receiving Dracula's permission, he busied himself by running to the corner where he had returned it to its original position several tis before.
As he ran, he also looked back once in a while to see if he was still trapped in the middle of this loop on the mountain road.
Just as the Muggle man was about to leave that corner and turn back for the last ti, he saw the sherbeted, oddly dressed, Greek-speaking man pointing at himself with a strange twig-
"One forgets all (Obliviate)."
With such a strange phrase coming out of the sheikh's mouth, the muggle man seed to have suddenly forgotten sothing.
"Noooo, where's my car?" He muttered as he kept looking left and right.
Then, he suddenly saw two cars, one black and one silver, placed side by side on the far side of the road, and a silver-haired man was sizing up the black BMW sedan.
"Stop, let go of my car!" The Muggle man shouted angrily.
Dracula stalled in his observation of the new car.
"This Mr. Minister, does your so-called Oblivion spell only erase half of your mories?" The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Uh ... well, you know, we Greek wizards aren't too skilled in our magic ... " Abbottel said awkwardly, wiping the cold sweat from his bald head. "And this ti the casting distance is a bit far, not too good to control."
"I can kind of relate to that." Newt said with a sudden look of recognition.
He then waved his wand and replenished the muggle man with a silent Oblivion spell.
The muggle man imdiately forgot about finding his car and left the area around that corner in a bit of a daze.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Scamander." Abbottel forced a smile.
"Minister Abbottle, didn't your Greek Ministry of Magic impose a Muggle banishing spell on Mount Olympus?" Putting his wand away, Newt frowned slightly as he watched the Muggle man's distant form, and
"Under the condition of not being sure of the specific situation here, using the Muggle Expulsion Spell to protect the safety of Muggles and prevent the official business of the Ministry of Magic from being interfered by Muggles should be the most basic and common way of doing things, shouldn't it?"
"Eh ... Here it cos down to the level of magic in Greece still, we don't have enough personnel!" Abattoir said helplessly, "The Greek Ministry of Magic doesn't have many ministry mbers in total, and even fewer of them know how to use Muggle banishing spells."
"And the scope of Mount Olympus is just a bit too big, the wizards on our side couldn't cover the entire mountainous area with the Muggle Expulsion Spell in a short period of ti even if they worked overti day and night ..."
"So you didn't consult well with the Muggle governnt?" Newt continued, "Tell the Muggle governnt to send troops to garrison the area and prevent civilians from approaching; and also arrange for so 'experts' to speak about the dangers of the anomalies on Mount Olympus."
"Or ... is the relationship between the Ministry of Magic on your side and the Muggle governnt as bad as Arika's, with no possibility of communication?"
Newt, after all, was also a ninety year old man with a very rich experience; plus his brother, Theseus Scamander, was once a high official of the Ministry of Magic, so he was quite familiar with the way the magic world acted.
When he saw how unprofessional the Greek Ministry of Magic was acting, he imdiately picked out a whole bunch of their faults and also pointed out many good solutions.
"Our relationship with the Muggle governnt isn't quite as bad as Arika's." Abattoir was even more helpless, "But nay the Greek Ministry of Magic is too small and they don't listen to !"
"I've already inford that Greek president of what's called Constantine days ago, and told them to give martial law to the Olympus side to prevent any accidents."
"But that Muggle president wasn't happy about it! He said sothing about how ... Greece's economic developnt model has beco inseparable from tourism, which provides nearly one-fifth of the GDP, and how Mount Olympus is the big tourism head of Greece ... too ssed up to rember. "
"Anyway, the Muggle side is adamant about not agreeing to martial law for Mount Olympus. So our side of the Ministry of Magic really has no choice ..."
Newt was silent for a few monts and gave Abattoir a sympathetic look.
"You guys are really hard ... conditions." He hesitated for a long while before weighing his words and uttering such a euphemistic comnt.
anwhile, Dracula had already taken care of the small BMW car that the wealth offering boy had sent over earlier.
He had casually used a repair spell to fix the bumper that the Muggle man had supposedly taken twenty-five thousand dollars to fix, and then burned through the useless contents of the car before stowing the rather nice looking BMW 850Ci in his pocket.
Dracula was going to wait until he was bored and use the car to transform a more unique magically modified automobile that he could swap out for a ride every now and then.
"So what are you guys missing now? Just covering this mountainous area with a muggle banishing spell?" He asked as he walked over to Newt and Abner after putting the car away.
"'Only'? You're making this too easy, aren't you?" Abbottel questioned, "An area as vast as Mount Olympus can't be completely covered by just a few people, even with the simplest of magic spells."
"But this matter is indeed simple." Dracula smiled with interest.
Abattoir frowned, full of disbelief, thinking that Dracula was just bragging with him.
So Dracula lightly snapped his fingers.
In the next mont, a hidden and colorless ripple centered on Dracula, quietly stroked over Abbottel and Newt's bodies, and extended out all the way to the outskirts of the mountain.
If one were to look down from the middle of the heights, one might be able to see such a magical sight-
Countless Muggles were either driving their cars, holding their caras and taking pictures of Mount Olympus, or laughing and joking as they climbed the majestic mountain. ...
However, coincidentally, at the sa ti, they withdrew from what they were doing, put away their luggage and backpacks, and hurried away from the interior of the mountain to the periphery as if they had thought of sothing urgent.
"Mr. Minister ... Mr. Minister, can you hear ?over."
The voice of a junior suddenly ca out from the inner pocket of Abtel's shirt.
He pulled a walkie-talkie procured from a Muggle out of his inner pocket and skillfully pressed the button.
"Can hear, can hear, please will, over."
Looking at Dracula and Newt strangely, Abbottel laughed awkwardly and whispered:
"It's not that the level of magic is a bit problematic, so we can only rely on other things to make up for it. ..."
Then, the voice of the junior once again ca from inside the intercom:
"Mr. Minister, an abnormal situation has appeared on the periphery of Mount Olympus. A large number of Muggles who used to stay inside the mountain have left the Olympus area at almost the sa ti, it is unclear why. over."
"Roger, Roger, OVER."
Abattoir slowly removed the walkie-talkie from his mouth and looked at Dracula with extrely stunned and even slightly horrified eyes.
"Did you ... really just cover the entirety of Mount Olympus with that Muggle banishing spell you just did?!"
"Malaka! It was even a silent spell plus a wandless one!
"
This Mr. Greek Minister of Magic even burst into profanity.
"The magic world is big, there's always sothing you wouldn't expect from this Mr. Minister."
Dracula laughed softly and sat back down on his Rolls Royce.
"Besides, if it's nothing important, I suggest you all get out of here as well." He waved a hand at Newt and Abbottel, "What's going on at the top of this mountain is not sothing you can easily handle."
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