Chapter 152 - 152 Black Gas and Silence in the Secret World

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Black Gas and Silence in the Secret World

Abbottel was so stimulated this time that he didn't seem to recover that easily.

Andros also went to accompany him and crouched by the low wall, looking with a sympathetic face at the Greek Minister of Magic who was so worried about the Greek magic community that he went bald.

Newt sighed in pity, then turned his gaze to Dracula at his side.

"Professor Dracula, can you show me inside those buildings?" He opened his mouth and asked, "I vaguely sense something familiar from inside here, I'm not sure what it is yet, I need to get up close and personal."

"Sure no problem." Dracula glanced at Newt with some curiosity and casually agreed, "But how could a place like this 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 looked a bit grave.

Dracula led Newt inside a randomly selected ancient Greek style temple and stood on a flat plane of stacked marble.

The two made their way past a square hall to the inner sanctum of the temple, where they could look up and see a tall, gold-encrusted apotheosis standing directly in front of the sanctum.

Dracula couldn't tell which statue it was, only that the apothecary was quite good at apothecizing.

"Well, Mr. Scamander, did you find any scent that struck you as familiar?" Dracula asked as he looked at Newt.

"There is indeed a familiar scent, I can feel it around here." Newt paced the marble paved floor and closed his eyes to feel it.

In the midst of this temple, a wisp if black aura quietly wrapped around towards his body, seemingly trying to consume it ...

Newt suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked towards the black aura that was attached to the thick erosive aura around him.

"Or maybe it's not just near us, but everywhere around, all that familiar aura." He lifted his voice and said to Dracula, "I know, Murmuran is that scent!"

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

He opened his slender fingers and tugged on a black aura, wrapping both hands around several times like a flipping rope, twisting the black aura cascading around him into a ball and pulling it to his eyes to scrutinize it.

"Is this power much like that of the Silmarillion?" Dracula asked curiously, "It's been a not so short time since I've seen something as rare as Merman, and I'm not quite sure what its power form looks like."

Newt was silent for a moment and suddenly placed his old suitcase that he had shaped on the ground and pressed the two snap buttons open.

No sooner had he opened the case's snap buttons than a small yellow paw peeled itself out of the case.

"No, Teddy, hurry back. I'm not here for you!" Newt rushed to pick up Sniff by the scruff of the neck and lift him up, "I'm not sure there's any other dangers here, so don't you go anywhere!"

Dracula watched with interest as Newt painstakingly stuffed Sniffy Teddy back into the case before waving his wand and removing a transparent magic bubble from the suitcase.

A black fluid-like substance existed in this transparent bubble, occasionally bobbing in the air.

"Is this ... a Murmur?" Dracula looked at the black fluid-like substance wrapped in the transparent bubble and asked in surprise, "Where did you retain it from? I remember that when the host of the Silent Ranch dies, it's only right that the Silent Ranch dissipates with it."

"This would have been more than sixty years ago." A strong sense of remembrance surfaced in Newt's eyes as he softly explained, "At that time, I met a Silent Ranger in the Sudan, and she trusted me."

"I still remember the way she looked at me with encouraging eyes and told me to let go of my power when I used all my strength to separate the Silent One from that girl's body."

"But I failed her in the end, and didn't save her in the end ..."

"You've been amazing, Mr. Scamander." Dracula opened his mouth to console him, "Murmuran is supposed to be an extremely unstable and uncontrollable dark force that often erupts into attacks and subsequently disappears into thin air ..."

"As far as I know, it's rare for a Silencer to be willing to trust others, even their closest loved ones. The fact that that little Sudanese girl was able to put her trust in you, and was even willing to allow you to help separate the Silent Ranges within her, would have said a lot about her attitude towards you."

"That is all long past, Mr. Scamander." Dracula said.

"Yeah, those things are long gone." Newt sighed softly and shook his head, "The most important thing now is still this matter at hand."

"Don't worry, we'll be sure to bring Rolf to visit you and Perenal when this bout of busyness is over."

"Then we have a deal! Perenal and I are waiting for you in Paris!" Nicole LeMay said cheerfully.

He then turned his attention to Dracula, who was watching from the sidelines, "Brad, and you! Don't just look around for fun, remember to visit us two old bones more often!"

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Dracula shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

At the same time, he casually snapped his fingers and threw a ball of black gas in his hand within a sliver of dark moonlight, teleporting it to LeMay's safe house on the Rue de Morancy in Paris.

"That cloud of black gas was dropped off at the house for you, don't forget about that in the middle of your drama!" Dracula laughed softly.

"Of course, I don't need you to remind me!" LeMay waved his hand in a good-natured manner, "Go about your business, don't delay me from watching this play."

Saying that, he took the initiative to disconnect the contact between the mirrors, not forgetting to add one more sentence before completely disconnecting:

"Don't forget to visit us two old bones often, both of you!"

Dracula and Newt were both smiling as they looked at the hale and hearty old man, watching his figure disappear from among the mirrors.

"Nic looks like he's still in good spirits." Newt revealed a pleased smile.

"Isn't he? He's filled with renewed motivation to live once he thinks about how I'm still trying to have fun after living such a boring life." Dracula laughed softly and shook his head.

"After all, the fact that he loves theater is something that never changes, and the Muggle world is constantly coming up with brand new plays. The joy of his life never went away."

Who would have thought that this old man would have been talking to another old man this time last year about using the magic stone as bait to lure Voldemort in, and then be ready to use it as an opportunity to pass away?

'If we really let Nicole die a long time ago, it will be very difficult to find an expert who can analyze magical energy now, right ...' Dracula thought to himself.

"Come on, let's go see how those two guys outside are doing." He laughed softly and shook his head, taking the lead to walk towards the outskirts of the temple.

A sliver of silver light representing the daemons shone into the middle of the temple's square hall, tantalizing and refreshing.

Side by side, Dracula and Newt walked towards the low wall where Abbottel and Andros were, and looked towards the Minister of Magic, who was balding for the Greek magical community.

"How's it going, Minister Abbottel?" Dracula asked, first glancing at Andros, then hooking his mouth.

Andros looked up at Dracula and Newt, who were coming from the distance, and showed his hands to the two, meaning that Abbottel was still in the midst of a tangle, with no sign that he was going to recover.

Dracula raised an eyebrow in surprise at the sight and looked over at Abner.

"I would have thought that as a Minister of Magic, your ability to resist stress shouldn't be so weak, right?" He asked with interest.

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

"What can I do?" He said in a heavy tone, "When I realized that no matter how hard I tried, the Greek magic community would inevitably go into decline ... could I have any other emotion in my heart besides despair?"

"What other emotion could there be? Letting go, of course ..." Dracula's exuberant words were interrupted by Newt before he could finish them.

Newt tugged a little grudgingly at Dracula's sleeve and crouched down to look levelly into Abner's eyes.

"Albertur, I can see that you are a very responsible Minister of Magic." He said softly, "But some things are not beyond our ability to handle. The despair that no amount of effort is of any use, I can understand that!"

"I never had that same feeling of powerlessness when I faced Grindelwald back then."

"So how did you face this emotion then, Mr. Scamander?" Abattoir's eyes wavered slightly.

Newt pursed his lips.

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