I swung a sword at Hogwarts

At this point, John's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Wizards look upon the Obscurial with nothing but fear. Even their loved ones would be terrified by the uncertainty."

"What about you?" Credence stared at John, a wizard younger than himself. "You are also an Obscurial."

"Me? I'm different," John laughed, and said in a voice that was both proud and reasonable, "I'm stronger than them all."

"Wizards are the outliers of No-Majs, and Obscure are the outliers of wizards, Credence." John turned his head to meet those eyes and whispered, "You can be strong and cruel, but you cannot be weak and kind."

Because that kindness is often the source of constant torture to oneself.

His words peeled away Credence's fantasies about his family, and he began to think.

If your family really loves you, why would they abandon you?

Send yourself to that hellish Second Salem.

A wizard who sent his children to the place of the anti-wizard.

Credence spent half of his life being beaten by his adoptive mother, and this cruelty never changed until he exploded and killed her.

He was full of longing and confusion towards his family, and even more afraid.

He was a fragile child, and when he came into contact with Graves in disguise as Grindelwald, that kind of warmth, even if it had a purpose, made him sink.

When you are extremely lacking in love, suddenly a little light shines in.

However, that was not light, it was an exploitation, a more cruel punishment.

"What's her name?" Credence asked the girl who looked like him.

"Ariana. Ariana Dumbledore."

John stood up, and Credence suddenly asked, "Are you going to use me too?"

"Yes," John nodded honestly, "I need your strength. The power within you is immense, Credence."

Credence was like a child who was afraid of being abandoned. He whispered, "You'll give up on me if you find out I'm useless?"

He was afraid that John was the next Grindelwald, and his heart was filled with fear. The joy of finding a similar person was replaced by fear.

He lacks love, no matter whether it is family or friendship, he doesn't want to give up.

Being with John, he felt like he was a brother.

Although John looked younger than himself, his maturity made Credence regard him as his brother.

John's use of him over the past few days was to help suppress Mo Mo Ran.

John glanced at him and said calmly, "Then you are so powerful that I cannot give up on you. I choose you over me, Credence."

"I will keep my promise. After I go to France, I need to be away for a while."

The wand in Credence's hand lit up instantly, he was so excited.

"Don't worry," John shrugged, "just go find something."

His words calmed Credence down, and the wand in his hand lit up halfway.

Thinking of John's words, he wanted to try harder to show his own value.

With a somewhat pale face, he quickly injected magic power into the wand and walked over to grab the wand.

"I need your strength, not your life." After scolding Credence, John turned and left.

Credence looked at his back, and his curled up body gradually stretched out on the bench.

O gentle and mighty king.

...

In order to take a cruise, John emptied out the Niffler family's wealth.

Well, that's right.

Newt's Niffler stared at the half-empty nest and broke down in tears, the kind that even Newt couldn't comfort him.

I spend the whole day hunting geese and get pecked by them.

Who would have thought that Sniff would one day be stolen.

I heard that Newt later replaced the Niffler's nest with a safe, and the Niffler's biggest job was to guard against the Bowtruckle.

Because among so many magical animals, only the Bowtruckle can open locks.

...

Chapter 544 Hello, Delacour

John was on the cruise ship, enjoying the sea breeze, with a few diamond necklaces and Galleons in his pocket that he had taken out from the Niffler's Nest.

After selling the diamond necklace for money, John took out a dollar and handed it to the waiter next to him.

The waiter smiled brightly.

Glancing at Credence, whose clothes were a little worn, John suddenly said, "What do you think of crimson purple?"

"what?"

"your clothes."

John stroked his chin and said, "When you see your family, you don't want them to feel sorry for you, right?"

"You need to be proud, not begging for their pity."

Credence was stunned, and John said to himself, "Paris is the capital of fashion. I think there will be something suitable for you there."

"My advice to you: don't listen too much to other wizards' clothing suggestions." He glanced at a fat man in strange clothes and recognized him as a wizard.

The wizards of this period were still okay, as their clothing could be considered to be integrated into society, but by John's time, they were no longer connected to the Muggles.

Seeing the fat wizard and some others following him, John said thoughtfully: "I need to find a place for you to stay."

He told Credence, "You need a place to stay and to hide your identity."

Credence thought that made sense, and John changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of the circus?"

"Ah?" Credence didn't understand his sudden change of subject, and saw John walking towards the fat wizard.

Stare over there and talk.

He saw John ask the waiter to bring two glasses of wine.

John and the fat wizard had a great conversation and finally clinked their glasses as if they had concluded a deal.

Coming back again, Credence asked him nervously, "What did you tell him?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just want to introduce you to the circus as a handyman. Of course, you'll get paid."

John raised his glass to the fat man with a smile on his face.

The fat wizard also raised his glass with a smile.

Only Credence was still thinking about John's words.

Have I been sold out?

...

"Ah, fresh air."

The air in the Pyrenees is fresh and the early morning mist hangs over the plateau.

John is going to look up some information.

Hogwarts is not very convenient.

As far as he knew, there was now a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts named Dumbledore.

The old Dumbledore couldn't defeat him himself, and now the young one can't defeat him either.

"This feeling is really unpleasant." John curled his lips.

If he had leveled up normally, he would have no problem dealing with Dumbledore.

But who made him jump over 20 years and reach Dumbledore's middle-aged period?

Dumbledore during this period was at his prime, and it is unknown who was more powerful, or Dumbledore in his old age holding the Elder Wand.

"In order to avoid him remembering that I punched him in the nose, let's go to another place."

When it comes to the three oldest magic schools in Europe, there is no doubt that they are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Since I can't go to Hogwarts, I'll go to Beauxbatons where I once studied abroad.

John was not familiar with German Shepherd Strong's words.

His only interaction with Durmstrang was using the fireplace there after he got lost.

As for Credence, he will be working illegally in the circus for the time being.

After getting off the ship, Credence was picked up by the fat wizard with a "happy face".

John had his own plans for him.

This is a transaction where neither party is responsible for the other.

Maybe there was some sympathy from fellow Silents, but John was more taking advantage.

...

Beauxbatons' holiday schedule is the same as Hogwarts'.

It was Christmas holiday time when John came here.

He conjured up the school uniform that Ms. Maxime had once given him.

In the European retro library, John was flipping through a book titled "The Power of the Guardian".

The protagonist of this book is said to be able to summon giant-sized guardian spirits.

Even during holidays, many students will stay in school.

Such as now.

"Hi," the girl in Beauxbatons blue satin school uniform came to sit in front of John generously, "I'm Celina Stewart."

"Hello, Stuart." John smiled.

"What about you? I don't think I've seen you before?" The girl came up boldly and chatted with him, blinking her big eyes with long eyelashes.

John said calmly, "Joel Delacour, I spend most of my time reading alone in the Fairy Forest Garden."

"No wonder." Stuart suddenly realized.

I have to say that in this regard, the girls at Beauxbatons are much bolder than those at Hogwarts.

This was the sixth time John had been approached by a girl.

As dinner time approached, John had Fleur's favorite fish soup in Beauxbatons.

The place where they ate was different from Hogwarts.

It is more like a place full of French romance.

The golden candlesticks flickered on the table, and the white tablecloth could be quickly cleaned even if oil stains were accidentally dropped on it.

...

John stayed in Beauxbatons for several days.

No one even noticed that he was an outsider.

During the day he was in the library, and at night he went to the secret room under the statue of Nicolas Flamel in the fountain of Beauxbatons.

John put the "Book of Dark God" aside and secretly read the contents of the book.

Time, soul, curse.

Three ways to achieve immortality, three directions that the despicable Helpo set for himself.

John mainly looks at time and soul.

He ran his fingers over the paper, thinking about how to complete the anchor placement.