I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Amid the falling men, John stood firm.

He walked slowly.

A pair of eyes followed him all the time.

John looked at the owner of the eyes, and Graves had an inexplicable look on his face.

John smiled slightly, his lips moving.

"Long time no see, Gail."

At this moment, the man who had hidden his identity realized that he had been exposed.

But what surprised and puzzled him was why the old friend he met again remained the same as before.

In the years after he left Godric's Hollow, the man had searched for the white-haired wizard several times, but to no avail.

It was as if he had never appeared in this world, with no origin and no past.

Extraordinary talent and full of mystery.

Until today, he saw the white-haired wizard again and he hadn't changed at all.

The man, who was also full of wisdom, thought of a possibility.

John waved at him, turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared without a trace.

John's departure made Graves turn his attention back to the group of idiots who were ruining his plans.

"You bunch of idiots, do you know what you just did?" Graves was furious.

Pickcore came out from behind the Aurors, her tone strong and full of doubts about Graves' behavior.

"I ordered the killing of the Obscurial, Mr. Graves."

Graves is furious at their actions, and is just one step away from having the Obscurial.

Just one step away and I can implement my plan.

Just like when he tried to take Al away.

Just a little bit, just a little bit more!

He took a deep breath and said in a very sarcastic tone, "Yes, history will record it, Mr. Chairman."

"Things here are unreasonable and cruel!"

Pickcore fired back: "He is responsible for the death of a No-Maj, nearly exposed all wizards, and violated our sacred laws!"

"That law makes me like a rat in a gutter!"

"That law requires us to hide our true selves!"

"That law will make those under its jurisdiction cower in fear, fearing that we will be exposed!"

"Mr. Chairman," Graves' sharp eyes swept across the audience, "Let me ask you, who is this law supposed to protect?"

"Us? Or them?"

His questioning silenced the Aurors. Graves turned away, sneering, "I don't want to kowtow anymore."

Such thoughts, such words.

Just like Grindelwald who acted crazy in Europe.

Pickcore noticed something was going on and ordered the Aurors to arrest Graves.

As Graves reached the depths of the platform, a wall of white light blocked his path.

Impatience and restlessness appeared on his face, and he thought for a while.

He turned around with a grin.

The war begins.

The Aurors of the Magical Congress kept firing spells, but these spells were like children's play in front of powerful wizards.

Graves moved his wand and knocked down several Aurors.

Newt saw the current situation and immediately used the Winged Demon to block Graves' spell, and threw out a rope of supernatural light to tie Graves up from behind.

Tina also summoned the fallen magic wand into her hand.

Graves, who had lost his wand and was restrained, had hatred in his eyes.

Newt had long suspected his identity, and the Revealing Spell revealed Graves' true identity.

Platinum hair and heterochromatic eyes.

This is the picture that appears on the wanted posters of various Ministries of Magic.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald, who had returned to his original appearance, was still arrogant. He said contemptuously, "Do you think you can lock me up?"

Pickcore knew how dangerous this man was.

"We will do our best, Mr. Grindelwald."

The battle is over, and Queenie and Jacob arrive with Newt's box.

Newt looked out at the lightening sky, where the little remnants of the Obscurus flew away.

And outside.

On a tall building outside the subway station.

John stood on it with one hand in his pocket.

"Where do you want to go?"

He looked at Credence, who was curled up on the rooftop. The Ouroboros on his wrist had saved his life.

Credence's body was shaking, and the scene of being blasted to death just now lingered in his mind.

Credence looked up at the question.

"I'm going to France."

The Thunderbird flew out of the shattered subway and into the clouds.

Thunder and lightning flashed and a heavy rain fell.

John blew wind from his wand to block the rain.

"You can make people forget unpleasant things. Newt, your Potions score must be very high."

After tasting the rainwater, John casually said, "Let's go to France."

...

Chapter 543 Hello, Power Bank

The basic principle of alchemy: equivalent exchange.

If you want something, you have to pay a price.

Credence survived, and John kept his promise.

As a result, Credence was almost drained dry.

The glowing wand was like a bright fluorescent stick, and it was almost impossible to see John's face in his hand.

Credence curled up in the corner, looking like he couldn't get out of bed after working a dirty job.

"Remember that feeling?" John casually tossed the wand and put it in his pocket.

"That's magic flowing through the body. If the control of an ordinary wizard is a tap, then you are a broken hole."

John walked over and picked up Credence with one hand, then used Apparition.

Once again, they appeared in an empty church.

The exhausted Credence was thrown aside by John.

"You should learn to control yourself, for your own sake and for your family's sake. I can't always be by your side to supervise you."

There was a crucible there, and John walked over, drew out his wand, and touched the crucible with the glowing wand.

The magic power stored in the wand was released, and the originally calm crucible instantly boiled. A drop of the roiling liquid splashing out could cause a huge explosion.

Taking out a rune snake egg and throwing it in, the simple and crude method made the crucible emit an unpleasant smell.

The glowing wand gradually returned to normal as the magic power was absorbed.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Credence propped up his body and looked at John who was brewing the potion there. "You have absorbed the magic power three times."

"Yes, this can also stop you from going berserk, isn't that great?" John stirred the pot without looking back, and said casually, "If you don't release your magic power, you will die. If you release too much magic power, you will die. You are destined to die."

Credence looked gloomy, "Don't I have a third choice?"

“Control yourself, keep your emotions within a certain threshold, and you can live longer.” John chanted an incomprehensible spell into the crucible, like the singing of an elf, ethereal and melodious.

The boiling cauldron gradually subsided and the potion inside began to solidify.

The solidified potion looked like a piece of crystal, with a drop of transparent liquid swaying slightly in the middle.

After dealing with these, John turned back to the lost Credence.

"You're heading to France, and we can leave tomorrow."

Credence's birth certificate states his birthplace, which is why he wanted to go to France.

He wants to find out who he is and find his family.

In John's opinion, there was not much point in doing so.

After all, he was not picked up but sent there by someone.

His family had given up on him.

Seeing Credence lost and wisps of black energy emanating from his body, John walked over and handed him his wand.

"Is it worth it?"

Yes, giving up might allow him to live longer, and Credence chose his family.

In Credence's current condition, the excitement of seeing his family might kill him.

After venting his emotions many times, Credence has gradually got rid of his previous submissive personality.

Hearing John's words, he lowered his eyes and took the wand.

After obtaining the wand, it began to absorb Credence's power, and the black energy shifted direction and entered the wand.

He is like a large power bank, and the wand is the battery.

John made a small modification to the wand, which allowed it to store magic power.

During the few days he was stranded there, Credence's power seemed to be running wild, but John used this method to suppress it.

Not every Obscurial is John Wick.

Their fate is usually even more tragic.

"I know a girl."

John sat next to Credence and looked up at the colorful image of the Madonna holding the baby.

"She was traumatized at the age of six, which made her a Quiet Person."

"Her mother was killed by her power, and she can only depend on her two brothers for survival."

"Her eldest brother is very smart and a very talented wizard. Her second brother is slightly less so and is an impatient person."

"Later she also died, under her brother's childish dispute," John said calmly, "Brother wanted to take her away and hide it, as if hiding a secret, a shady secret."

"This way, her eldest brother won't have to worry about his sister going berserk and killing civilians around him. He can be truly free and unfettered."

Hearing this, Credence slowly raised his head to look at John, and asked, "Does her elder brother not love her?"

"I love her, but she is a burden and a shackle," John shook his head slightly, "She is alive like a bomb, and her eldest brother is a saint. He loves her and loves the world even more."

"His love for her was out of brotherly responsibility and moral constraints."