Chapter 146 - 146

Chapter 146: Chapter 146

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 means 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 immediately changed his words and said, "In fact, let's say that our two cars have received about the same 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 me 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 simmering 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.

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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 same time 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 time.

"Eh ... Excellency, it occurs to me 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 something 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 momentary 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 emerged 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 menacingly and sped away from the previous corner.

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

"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 come, 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 time, tremblingly opened the car door, rolling and crawling to jump out from the car, "It's me who is blind, actually messed with you this dignified character ..."

"You ... you must be the devil who lives in Mount Olympus, right?"

Seeing that Dracula's eyes became 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've already informed 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 something about how ... Greece's economic development model has become inseparable from tourism, which provides nearly one-fifth of the GDP, and how Mount Olympus is the big tourism head of Greece ... too messed up to remember. "

"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 moments 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 comment.

Meanwhile, 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 moment, 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 cameras and taking pictures of Mount Olympus, or laughing and joking as they climbed the majestic mountain. ...

However, coincidentally, at the same time, 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 something urgent.

"Mr. Minister ... Mr. Minister, can you hear me?over."

The voice of a junior suddenly came 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 came 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 same time, it is unclear why. over."

"Roger, Roger, OVER."

Abattoir slowly removed the walkie-talkie from his mouth and looked at Dracula with extremely 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 something 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 something you can easily handle."