I swung a sword at Hogwarts

If Newt found out an eighty-foot dragon was missing, he would probably go crazy.

Without a wand, John didn't dare to cast spells.

He was afraid that if a repairing spell turned into a shattering spell like before, it would blow up the place.

"I can only rely on my own abilities."

John sighed.

Fortunately, he himself is a person with various abilities.

"Hopefully I can go back before they open the box."

...

A shrill alarm sounded in Magical Congress.

Perhaps every Hogwarts student has the potential to cause trouble.

Newt and Tina, who were facing death for the serious crime of carrying an Obscurus to attack Muggles, were executed.

Newt has a habit of carrying two magical creatures with him at all times.

A Bowtruckle opened the chains for him, and another Winged Golem flew out like a yo-yo to save Tina who was about to be swallowed by the death potion.

The two men walked out of the death row hand in hand.

In the death row corridor, the Aurors who received the alarm chased after them.

Newt released the Winged Demon to knock down several of them.

This type of attack is extremely annoying, but the Aurors are no pushovers.

Newt and Tina are being chased.

An Auror saw that the two were stubborn and waved his wand.

"Dizzy..."

"Boom."

The Auror fell unconscious.

Then the second and third.

Tina looked back and asked Newt in horror: "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Newt looked over and saw the last Auror's head tilted and he fell straight down.

As they turned the corner, they met Queenie and Jacob.

The four of them looked at each other, all very nervous.

The three men were all fugitives. Looking at the box in her hand, Queenie had an idea.

"Go in."

She opened the box and asked the three to hide inside so that she could take them out.

That's a very good idea.

Just before Jacob was about to go in, he felt a bump on his shoulder.

He said, "Hey, don't rush it."

"We're not rushing you, Jacob." Newt said innocently.

Jacob was a little confused, "Not you?"

"Okay Jacob, get in there quickly."

Newt urged him on and Jacob stepped into the box.

A tiny house in a box.

John knocked over an iron barrel when he fell. He didn't care about anything else and jumped out of the door with a hurdle.

As he ran, scales grew on his body.

When Newt and the others came in, John was leaning against the rock, looking like he was sleeping.

The lobby of the Magical Congress.

Queenie walked quickly, carrying the suitcase in her hands, trying to act natural.

...

"Okay, I know I look a little tired."

John leaned against the rock and said to the Thunderbird beside him, "But nothing happened, right?"

The Thunderbird flapped its wings.

John waved his hand and turned to stare at the three people in the small house.

"what!"

When Tina turned her head, she was startled by those big reddish-brown eyes.

"Don't be afraid," Newt said soothingly, "That's the Shadow of Destruction, a very good fire dragon."

"The shadow of annihilation?"

Tina thought the name didn't sound friendly.

"Hi, Shadow of Destruction." Jacob greeted John.

"You must have run a lot today," John said. "You've lost some weight."

"Really?"

Jacob touched his round belly suspiciously, feeling that the credibility of this statement was questionable.

"It can talk?" Tina was a little incoherent.

"Yes, he does," Newt said, walking over with Tina, "This is Miss Goldstein."

"Tina, Tina Goldstein."

As a former Auror, Tina is braver than the average wizard.

Seeing that John did not attack her, she gradually became bolder.

"Hello, Tina Goldstein."

John stretched out his huge dragon claw and stopped in front of Tina. Tina bravely reached out and carefully grasped the sharp dragon claw.

"Nice to meet you."

Tina breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the box was opened and the voice of sister Queenie was heard.

"It's safe."

Three people were called out.

John shrunk back to human form, rubbed his neck and said, "If you keep sleeping on the rock, I feel like my neck is going to break."

"I hope Newt can get my wand back soon."

He doesn't want to be raised as a fire dragon for his entire life.

Although it is possible to bully the Nangdu leopard, it is a bit too boring.

"Re-collision?" John took out four runeskin eggs from the small bag and thought about it.

The effect of the time flash triggered by the previous forbidden collision was successful.

But now his conditions require him to have enough magic power and soul to collide again.

It's not impossible to go to Azkaban again, but that would be time-consuming.

Taking out the black book, John said, "You can play your final role now."

The soul is there, and so is time.

John glanced at the hourglass that was full of sand.

This was what he had harvested earlier in the pyramid.

Now all that's left is enough magic power.

"I can also use the powerful collision of magic power."

John stroked his chin, wondering how he would get back.

Something popped up in his mind.

"Silently," John murmured.

...

New York Street, in the alley of Second Salem Church.

A man was putting up posters advertising the next rally.

Graves, the Minister of Security of the Magical Congress of America, Apparated here.

He walked straight towards the man, his tone and attitude full of urgency.

"Credence, have you found the child?"

The man known as Credence said with fear, "I can't."

Faced with a cowering Squib, Credence was impatient but pretended to be calm.

With false concern and kindness in his voice, he said, "Show me."

Credence whimpered and trembled.

He was scared and bad memories came into his mind.

He almost fled.

Graves took his hand and examined it carefully. There were bright red scars on it from the beatings from Credence's adoptive mother.

His adoptive mother was an extreme anti-wizard who spared no effort to spread the word about the dangers of wizards and invite people to join them.

Credence was her adopted son, but he never received love. His adoptive mother hated him and beat him.

Graves said in a gentle tone that Credence had never heard before, "Hush, good boy."

Graves ran his thumb over the scars and said seductively, "The sooner we find the child, the sooner you can put your pain where it belongs."

He was like poison, slowly corroding Credence's soul.

Pulling out a necklace with a circle, a vertical line, and a triangle from his pocket, he handed it to Credence and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I want you to wear this, Credence."

"I rarely trust others so much." He put the necklace around Credence's neck and whispered meaningfully, "very rarely."

"But you, you're different."

As Credence hesitated, Graves placed his hands on his neck and pulled him close to him.

Credence gradually fell and was led step by step into a beautiful and dreamy trap woven by Graves.

"It's done. You will be respected, and all wizards will respect you." Graves broke down Credence's defenses with his tenderness and pulled him into his arms, making it impossible for him to leave this physical intimacy.

"Always respect."

The familiar symbol of the Deathly Hallows hung around Credence's neck.

Shaking and emitting.

Make people sink.

...

Chapter 539 Hello, Invisible Beast

dusk.

On the rooftop overlooking the city, there were three wizards and a No-Maj.