I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John waved his wand and Credence cried out in pain, a bloody mark appearing on the back of his hand.

The blood flew towards John and gradually changed under the guidance of the magic wand.

John cut his palm and merged with the blood.

The golden blood wrapped around it and finally turned into a pendant.

In the center of the 8-shaped Ouroboros pendant, red blood and colorless potion were swirling around each other, but neither would touch the other.

John tossed it to Credence.

"Even if you die, you must wear it in your grave."

Glancing at Credence, who was at a loss after catching the pendant, John said calmly, "Our deal is done."

"Are you leaving?" Credence asked anxiously.

"Do not."

Credence was about to smile when John said calmly, "There's no rush for this day."

He really wanted to leave.

Credence was very disappointed. He asked with hope, "Can we meet again?"

"Like I said, Credence," John tapped the table with his wand and quickly cleared the table, "the choice is yours."

"I'm not strong enough." Credence understood what John said.

He felt even more uncomfortable at this moment than he did yesterday.

When he looked up again, John was gone.

...

It is rumored that Credence is the last descendant of that ancient French pure-blood family.

Not only did they think so, even Dumbledore believed it a little.

The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Travers, leads the Aurors to search for Dumbledore.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Dumbledore is teaching.

There is an open space in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by students.

They were enjoying the scene before them with great interest.

The big boy in the Gryffindor robe was preparing for battle. He looked and looked like Cormac McLaggen of Gryffindor, so he was probably a relative of McLaggen.

The one who was circling around with him was their teacher, Dumbledore.

Although the boy was full of confidence, the wizard he faced was the only one in the world who could compete with Grindelwald.

Almost as soon as they met, the boy was knocked away and landed on the soft sofa created by Dumbledore.

The boy's confused expression was so funny that the whole class burst into laughter.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Travers brought Theseus, Leta and the Aurors into the classroom.

A female professor behind him scolded him for intruding. Travers, who was already unhappy with the school's autonomy despite receiving funding from the Ministry of Magic, said, "I am the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and I have the right to go wherever I want."

He glanced at the students in the classroom and ordered, "Everyone get out."

If it were somewhere else, it might work.

But this is school, Dumbledore's territory.

The students didn't move until Dumbledore said, "Everyone, please go out with the professor."

Only one person remained, that McLaggen, who said to Travers: "He is our best teacher."

"Thank you, McLaggen," said Dumbledore.

"Get out!" Whatever McLaggen meant, it irritated Travers greatly.

McLaggen went out.

Travers looked at Dumbledore with fear in his eyes.

One teacher allowed these students to protect themselves on their own and disobey the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of his purpose today, Travers suppressed his dissatisfaction.

He got straight to the point: "Newt Scamander is in Paris."

Dumbledore pretended to be confused and said, "Really?"

"Stop pretending," Travers snorted, "I know you were the one who asked him to go."

"If you had the pleasure of teaching him," Dumbledore shrugged, "you would know that Newt is not a person who takes orders very well."

This attitude made Travers extremely unhappy. He hated people who pretended to be confused.

Throwing a small book to Dumbledore, Travers motioned for him to open it and said, "Have you read The Predictions of Tyco Dodonus?"

"Many years ago."

"The man was cruelly exiled, and the daughter was deeply desperate." Travers read out the contents.

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore flipped through the pages casually.

"Rumor has it that the prophecy refers to the Obscurial. They say Grindelwald wants to..."

"I want a follower from a prominent family. I've heard this rumor." Dumbledore's eyes were deep.

He seemed ready to play dumb to the end.

Travers said dissatisfiedly: "Wherever the Obscurial has been, Scamander will always appear to protect her."

“And you’ve built up a very small international network of contacts.”

He almost tore apart all of Dumbledore's operations, and now Dumbledore finally stopped pretending to be confused.

"No matter how long you watch me and my friends, you will never discover the slightest conspiracy of rebellion, Travers."

Dumbledore said calmly and firmly: "Because we have the same goal, to defeat Grindelwald."

“But I warn you, this kind of political suppression and military sanctions will only push supporters into his arms.”

Travers said angrily; "I'm not interested in your warnings!"

Do you think I have to keep pestering you?

Who said he didn't want power, but established an international network of contacts.

Who said he didn't know, but let Newt Scamander turn New York upside down!

Who is pretending to be ignorant while knowing the truth, doing things that have an impact and pretending nothing happened!

Travers said bluntly: "Listen, I didn't even want to mention it because I don't like you."

...

Chapter 553 Hello, Courier

"But you are the only wizard who can match him. I want you to fight him."

Didn’t you say that the goals are the same?

Well!

You go deal with Grindelwald and show me if you are what you say you are!

Travers stared at Dumbledore, and the Aurors stared at him.

Under the gaze of many people, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "I can't."

Travers almost laughed.

You said that everything you did was to deal with Grindelwald, but now you are asked to deal with him and you refuse?

Then tell me, aren’t these forces used for rebellion?

You are so arrogant that you don't even want to prove yourself, and you want me to humbly believe you?

Travers waved his wand expressionlessly.

Animated photos of young Dumbledore and young Grindelwald appeared.

The Aurors, including Theseus, were shocked.

The two men stared at each other in the photo, and Travers said, "You and Grindelwald were once like brothers."

Dumbledore looked at the image and said in a voice that was filled with regret and reminiscence: "We are closer than brothers."

Those are painful memories, like honey, with a bitter sweetness.

When he saw the photo, he thought of his sister and was filled with remorse.

But what was worse was that he missed it. He missed the one time in his life when he felt completely understood.

Travers gritted his teeth, "Are you willing to fight him?"

This is the ultimatum.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with pain as he gave his answer, "I can't."

Travers was already extremely disappointed with this wizard, "So, you have chosen which side you are on."

With a wave of his wand, a metal bracelet appeared on Dumbledore's wrist.

This is the warning ring. From now on, every magic of Dumbledore will be known by the Ministry of Magic.

The number of people monitoring him at the same time will double.

He left angrily.

Theseus was still thinking that his former teacher and Grindelwald were closer than brothers.

He was stopped by Dumbledore.

"If Grindelwald calls a meeting, don't interfere," Dumbledore said sincerely. "Don't let Travers send you if you still trust me."

Travers: "Theseus!" Do you think people are fools if they don't speak?

You're trying to win over my men as soon as I leave the house. Isn't that too much of a bully?

Theseus had a complicated expression and asked, "Can you tell me what relationship is closer than that of brothers?"

As a brother-con maniac who loves to hug his brother, Theseus expressed that he couldn't understand what was better than a brother in the world.

...

Leta also came to Hogwarts, but she was not with the others.

Instead, I came alone to the corridor full of memories of my student days.

Stopping in front of the door of the auditorium, she looked up at the floating candles.

This place will never change no matter how much time passes.

Continuing walking, she came to her old classroom.

She had been ostracized in this school. The girls said bad things about her and the teachers also distrusted the rumors about her.

Some things about Lestrange became a handle for her to be attacked.

Only Newt gave her some good memories of this school.

The little Slytherin snake meets the loving badger.

Sitting at the old desk, her thoughts were brought back to reality.

"Hello, Leta." Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere. "What a surprise."

Rita was very indifferent to his arrival and said, "Because you saw me in the classroom? Am I such a bad student?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "On the contrary, you are my smartest student."

"I meant bad, not stupid." Rita stood up and laughed at herself, "Don't bother thinking about the answer. You never liked me."