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Chapter 145: How much to pay?

Malaka (μαλ?κα?) was a very classic Greek curse word. The muggle man still felt unrelieved after cursing and continued to yell at the wide open window of the silver car in front of him.

"Can you people drive? Hmm?!" He slapped the silver car body in front of him with all his might and yelled angrily, "I'm really out of luck today, it's not even a problem that I just bumped into two transvestites who didn't know how to get out of the way, but as it turns out, now there's another ungrateful guy who dislikes the car right in front of mine!"

The Muggle man peeked over his head to look at the silver-haired man in the car, and instantly became resentful of his facial features, and even angrier in his heart.

"Yeah, so you're with those two in the back!" He looked at the black and red cloak on the silver haired man in front of him, an expression of sudden realization appeared on his face, "What bad luck, actually letting me run into three oddly dressed guys all at once, and one is even more obnoxious than the other!"

The silver-haired man sitting inside the silver car was of course Dracula.

After he flew out of his Black Magic Defense Arts professor's office, he had wanted to directly Phantom Shift to Greece and go directly to his destination.

However, just on his way through the Forbidden Forest, Dracula suddenly saw an old Ford automobile that originally belonged to the Weasley family driving around over the Forbidden Forest.

It immediately occurred to him that he had purchased two of the most expensive automobiles that could be bought on the market in the Muggle world at once, after he had made the decision to let the little car, which seemed to have been born with a slight sense of consciousness, go -

One of them had been sent to the Weasley family as compensation for the old Ford, and the other had been modified to function as the flying car that Mr. Weasley had transformed, and had been similarly transformed using the alchemy he had learned from Nicole LeMay.

But after Dracula had finished transforming the car himself, and before he had a chance to drive it, he was distracted by the Dueling Club, the return of Voldemort, and dealing with Tom Riddle's Horcrux journal.

Gradually, the car that he hadn't driven once after remodeling was run to the back of his mind, and he couldn't even think about it ...

After solving the problem of Voldemort, Dracula had been repetitively going to and from classes every day, and had long been bored to a point.

Under the stillness, he very hastily handed over the right to teach to assistant professor Tom Riddle and flew out of the office himself. And the old Ford that was driving around over the Forbidden Forest finally reminded Dracula of the little toy he had long ago completed remodeling.

He was instantly interested and flew off to Greece in the car.

The alchemy Dracula had learned from master alchemist Nicole LeMay was quite skillful, and the remodeled car was also very safe.

Therefore, the car he drove certainly wouldn't last the distance from Devon, England to Hogwarts, Scotland like the old Ford that Mr. Weasley had transformed and had thrown Harry and Ron out of the air and crashed into Beating Willow ...

Dracula had flown all the way from Scotland to Mount Olympus in Greece, and was about to land out of the air when he happened to run into this scene of an arrogant Muggle taunting the two wizards -

Dracula then suddenly got excited and was ready to test how strong his remodeled car was compared to those crafts that belonged entirely to Muggles, and in the process teach this arrogant Muggle a lesson.

As soon as he stepped on the gas pedal, the transformed car suddenly appeared in front of the muggle man's black sedan like a silver lightning bolt ...

The rest of what happened was the scene Newt and Abner saw.

"Is it your first day on the road, don't you even know you can't overtake on mountain roads? Suddenly running in front of me like a ghost!" The muggle man was still cursing angrily, "Don't come out and embarrass yourself if you don't know how to drive!"

After cursing angrily for most of the day, this Muggle seemed to be tired of shouting and stopped panting.

"Are you a fucking mute? Just leave me alone to curse here, why don't you give some reaction ..." He gasped, depressed, and looked at the playful smile that always hung on Dracula's face, suddenly feeling a little creepy and shivering all over.

"Inbreath Sting." Dracula suddenly laughed, "So this is the road rager of the muggle world? It's kinda funny."

The Muggle man didn't know much English, but he could still understand the word 'Inbreath Sting (Iing)'.

He immediately became depressed, "English? Dare you not understand even after I cursed for half a day?"

"Malaka, today is really bad luck!"

The man cursed and started gesticulating with his hands.

While rubbing two fingers, his thumb and forefinger, in the air, he stammered out a few words he knew in English.

"Money!" the Muggle man said with difficulty, his face flushed with suffocation, "You ... Bang! My car ...No use!"

It was evident that he was struggling to convey that Dracula had wrecked his car and needed to pay for it.

Dracula leaned back against the comfortable backrest of the driver's seat and watched him with interest, as if he were watching a play, and didn't reply with a single word for half a day.

After the Muggle man had gesticulated for half a day and was thoroughly thirsty, Newt, who had stood watching for a while, finally couldn't stand it any longer and signaled to Abbottel.

"Minister Abbottel, I don't think they can communicate properly, why don't you go and act as a translator for them?" The kind and innocent Magical Zoologist was finally unable to stand by and watch.

"Why? Wouldn't that be fun?" Abattoir, on the other hand, didn't quite agree with him.

Despite the backwardness of Greek magic in the world, as the Minister of Magic, who was one of the most powerful people in the magical world, being provoked by a Muggle made him a little angry.

"Now is not the time for drama." Newt shook his head, "The wizard in the car should be here to investigate the abnormal situation on Mount Olympus as well. Grab the problem and go about your business."

It was only then that Abcessor reluctantly stepped forward to Dracula and the muggle man.

"What happened here?" He asked in Greek to the muggle man.

He then looked back to Dracula and asked in English, "Mr. Wizard, are you also here on Mount Olympus to scout out the anomalies these days?"

Before Dracula could reply, the Muggle man saw Abbottle, who spoke Greek, as if he had seen a savior.

At this time, he didn't care if Abbottel was some kind of transvestite or not, and tugged on the arm of the Minister of Magic, saying:

"You hurry up and speak to this man, he crashed my car and must pay for it!"

He then deliberately pointed at his car's badge, "See this BMW? It's going to take at least thirty thousand dollars to fix this car of mine when it's wrecked, and that's not even counting a series of other damages such as depreciation costs ..."

The corner of Abattoir's mouth twitched as he looked at the muggle man who had once again begun to ramble on, immediately not wanting to act as a translator for him.

The man was still oblivious and still took several minutes to finish his long rant:

"If you don't know how to drive, don't come to these mountains. It's only right that if you get into a car accident you have to pay for it!"

Even though emotionally he didn't want to do the man any favors, in the end, the mentality of doing the right thing overrode his personal emotions.

Taking a deep breath, Abattoir turned his head towards Dracula, who remained in the car, ready to briefly translate a few of the Muggle man's words.

It was then, however, that Dracula suddenly spoke-

"Unfortunately, I really don't know how to drive." With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said in fluent Greek, "Today happens to be my first day on the road, so it's only natural for me to have some sort of traffic accident, so please do be considerate."

Abner: "????"

Muggle man: "?

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"Malaika, you boys tricked me, didn't you?!" The muggle man was furious, "I see, you pretended you couldn't understand for so long just to see me make a fool of myself, didn't you?!"

"You guessed right." Dracula shrugged, "I've been a bit bored lately, and watching a Muggle curse here actually feels kind of fun."

"Malaka, asshole!"

The muggle man was seething with rage and clenched his fists about to rush up and fight Dracula.

Abattoir hastily stopped him, while secretly using his magic to apply a calming spell to calm him down slightly.

The dedicated Greek Minister of Magic was genuinely worried, worried that this wizard from nowhere would use black magic on the pesky muggle ... although he had the urge to do so himself.

"Okay, okay, everyone calm down." Abbottel acted as a peacemaker, "Our main goal is still to settle this one, so don't all be too impulsive."

The muggle men who had been calmed down by the magic had also finally calmed down, but their determination to get the money still hadn't wavered in the slightest.

"Thirty thousand dollars, I'll never be able to fix my car without that amount!" He held out three fingers and said to Dracula, "This car of mine is a BMW 850Ci, forgive me if you have never seen this luxurious automobile!"

Abner listened to the figure and quietly broke his fingers and did the math.

According to the exchange rate of most currencies in the magic world, one Galleon is equivalent to five pounds sterling, and thirty thousand dollars is equivalent to twenty thousand pounds sterling ... This makes thirty thousand dollars almost as much as over four thousand Galleons!

Abattoir sucked in a breath of cool air and turned his head to look at Dracula who still had a playful smile on his face.

"Hey, how can you still laugh!" He said to Dracula in English that the Muggle man couldn't understand, "That's over four thousand Galleons, how are you going to pay him back!"

Who knew that Dracula shook his head at him without a care in the world.

"I thought you were supposed to be responsible for this crash." He took a blood-flavored lollipop out of his coat pocket and stuffed it in his mouth, saying absently to the Muggle man, "This time it was clearly your car that hit my car, you should have paid me."

"My responsibility? Joke!" The muggle man's emotions tended to get out of control again, "Even though I was the one who hit you, who knew you would suddenly appear in front of me? It's obvious you broke a bunch of traffic rules like speeding on a mountain road, plus failing to sound your horn to overtake, and that's not looking for trouble!"

"And not to mention the traffic rule aspect, the car alone was a bit more expensive for me too, and for the shit you're in, a small bump like that can definitely be fixed for two thousand dollars!"

The Muggle man looked halfway down the side of the silver body of the Dracula he'd hit and couldn't find a single sign of a crash, not even a scratch.

"That's not right, how come you don't even have a scratch on this car?" He muttered in some confusion.

Being a Muggle, the man couldn't even imagine that Dracula had added a number of protective types of ancient such as Niven circuits to the car in order to prevent the type of situation that had occurred when the Weasleys' old Ford had crashed into the battering ram.

More than that, he had added several instantly triggered storage spells to the bodywork that would automatically cast protective magic such as the Iron Armor spell and Unity Plus when there was a collision.

As a result, when the muggle man's BMW 850Ci crashed into Dracula's body, it didn't even leave a trace under several magic spells and protective Ruinivan magic, instead, the muggle's bumper crashed out with a large dent.

"Do you want to take a closer look?"

Dracula snapped his fingers softly.

The Muggle man blinked and saw what looked like a noticeable dent appearing suddenly in the silver body of the car in front of him.

"Hmm? Did I just blink?" He was a bit confused, but inwardly he felt that this made sense and didn't question it.

"How about this, count me as an old brother taking care of you, and this time it'll be 50/50 responsibility for the car accident." The muggle man patted his chest and said, "Five thousand dollars for you to fix your car is definitely enough, just make up another twenty-five thousand dollars for me."

He had a plan in mind.

The Muggle man's car actually had an insurance company that would cover it. Besides, the price of repairing a dented bumper like this was actually nowhere near as outrageous as thirty thousand dollars.

After doing some rough calculations, he estimated that he would be able to get everything fixed for less than five thousand dollars.

If he could get twenty-five thousand dollars from the man in the fancy dress, wouldn't he make twenty thousand dollars?

The muggle man already had a smug smile on his face.

"I agree to divide the responsibility on a fifty-fifty basis." The corner of Dracula's mouth also curled into a playful smile.

"Now that you agree, let's pay up!" The Muggle man couldn't wait to extend his hand.

He had already decided that once he got the twenty thousand dollars that he had earned for nothing, he would go straight to a foreign country to party for three days and three nights!

"Don't be in a hurry."

Dracula snapped his fingers again, and on the wheels, the front of the body, and on the window glass, a logo consisting of two overlapping capital letters "R" slowly emerged on all parts of the silver car.

"Take a closer look at the car and then recalculate the amount of money for this traffic accident."

The Muggle man brought his eyes to the silver automobile in front of him, to the overlapping capital "R", his heart slowed fiercely, and his breathing gradually came to a standstill.

"I ... you ... this ..."

His lips twitched and he stammered for a long time before finally catching his breath.

"Malaka! This thing is a Rolls Royce Phantom?!"