I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"You are wrong," Dumbledore frowned, "I never thought you were bad."

"Then you are really different." Rita did not comment, "Others think I am bad, and they are right, I am evil."

Dumbledore looked at his former student and said, "I understand that the rumors about your brother Corvos have caused you great pain."

"No, you don't understand." Lita was still indifferent, but with a mockery of others' concern, "Unless your brother is dead too."

Aberforth: Thank you for listening to me.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, "It was my sister who died."

Lita stared at him in surprise.

There is hostility between the two, but at the same time they are curious about each other's experiences.

Rita's voice was less cold, "Do you love her?"

Dumbledore heard this with a look of regret and pain.

He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.

“I regret not loving you enough.”

Looking into those eyes, Dumbledore said, "It is never too late to let go. Confession is a relief and a relief."

Rita didn't feel relieved by his words, only defensive.

"I have been with regret all my life, don't let it harm you." Dumbledore persuaded patiently.

Rita left without saying anything.

Dumbledore stared at the old table, and finally remained speechless.

...

It was late in the evening and John was doing some work at the post office.

"Sir, I need to confirm again."

The postman's eyes widened: "These three letters are to be mailed in 1997?"

Sending a letter after seventy years?

The post office had never received such an outrageous commission.

John put a gold coin on the counter.

Messenger: "It's not about the money."

The second one.

Messenger: "Well, I need to remind you that no one has ever been this crazy."

The third one.

Messenger: "No, don't force me."

The fourth one.

Messenger: "I..."

The fifth one.

Messenger: "I need to talk to the post office."

The sixth one.

Messenger: "I'll arrange it for you right away."

John put down a bag, and the messenger opened it tremblingly.

There was gold and diamonds inside, so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes.

The messenger said seriously, "I'll get the date tattooed on my body right now. Even if I die, I'll deliver it!"

At this moment, the messenger's face was filled with a sense of sacredness.

John nodded in relief, motioning for the messenger to come over.

He whispered, "Remember, you must deliver it. If you lose it, the money will be used to buy your head."

The messenger was startled and smiled awkwardly, "Just kidding, sir."

"Do you think I can take out the money and still joke with you?"

John looked at him with a half-smile, causing the messenger to swallow hard.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would deliver the letter even if his legs were broken.

Taking out a sealed box, the courier solemnly put the three letters in it.

Place the box on the highest cabinet in the post office as a reminder.

John nodded in satisfaction.

He also didn't have to worry about the letter carrier forgetting because he had cast a spell on the post office.

The same thing happened with the bag of jewels.

If the letter is not delivered on time, they will all be finished.

Don't say John is vicious. He wants to make sure everything goes well and has given enough chips.

It is not a pity for those who do not keep their promises to die.

Walking out of the post office, he saw the black curtains fluttering in Paris.

"Grindelwald," John whispered softly.

After finishing everything, John walked towards the safe house.

When he reached the foot of the house, he stopped.

Looking up, Credence and Nagini were standing on the roof.

They were confronting another person.

Grindelwald.

...

"What do you want?" Credence growled in alarm.

"What do you want? Ask for nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof without even taking out his wand. "But what can I give you? Everything I never had."

He looked at Credence. "But what do you want, my child?"

Credence was drawn to his words and said, "Want to know who I am."

Seeing Credence taking the bait, Grindelwald smiled and pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.

The parchment flew from his hand toward Credence.

"From this you can find evidence to prove your identity."

"Come to Père Lachaise Cemetery tonight and you will find the truth." Grindelwald didn't have to worry that he wouldn't come. He bowed and disappeared.

Credence stayed where he was, clutching a map of Père Lachaise Cemetery.

He wasn't sure if he should go.

"It seems you have found a clue."

John's voice sounded from behind.

Credence turned back in surprise and asked, "What should I do?"

John walked on the rooftop, casually glancing at the map, and said; "Follow your heart, Credence."

"Will you come with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.

"No, I came to say goodbye."

John shook his head and said, "I should leave now, Credence."

He nodded slightly towards the two of them and said, "I hope you can have your wish as usual. I need to be away for longer this time."

"Wait, no!" Credence shouted, reaching out to stop him.

John disappeared.

...

Chapter 554 Hello, Lestrange

John left.

But not completely gone.

He stood on the Eiffel Tower, looking down at Credence, who was on his knees.

Although this is cruel, it can do the best to keep the future intact.

John looked away, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, automatically magnifying the dark shadow below.

"That's... Newt?"

Seeing Newt and Tina together, John was speechless and said, "It's the tradition of Hogwarts to go wherever there is danger. Are you sure you are a Hufflepuff?"

The wind blew John's hair, and he stretched out his fingers to pinch a strand and rubbed it.

"It seems like I haven't taken a shower for a while." He said to himself.

"So Grindelwald asked you to keep an eye on me?"

John turned his head and saw a tall figure standing on the other side of the tower.

Wolfgang remained noncommittal, wand in hand, and said calmly, "He told me that you are dangerous."

"You didn't cast a spell on my back just now, was it because you were confident?" John chuckled, "You should have listened to him."

"Maybe." Wolfgang leaned against the iron tower, "As long as you don't leave here, we are not enemies."

"Really? But it's a bit cold here."

John rubbed his hands together. "Don't you think so?"

Wolfgang faithfully carries out Grindelwald's mission.

John looked up and said to himself, "It's going to rain soon."

"It's not a wise choice to stand so high on a rainy day."

"Hmm?" Wolfgang looked up.

The sky had darkened at some point, and a strong wind blew in from high above, blowing Wolfgang's hat away.

John stood opposite him and said with a half-smile: "Be careful of the thunder."

A gentle wave of the wand.

next second.

"Boom——!"

As soon as the thunder roared from the sky, the Eiffel Tower was hit by a white light.

...

"Boom——!"

The white light cut through the darkness and also illuminated Jacob's hurried steps in the cemetery.

He came to France with Newt.

However, after Newt and Tina went to the Ministry of Magic, he saw traces of Queenie's appearance from the prophecy ball of Nicolas Flamel, a 600-year-old man in the safe house.

I couldn't wait to come here alone.

"Damn it, it's going to rain today?"

Jacob was frightened by the thunder. It was already eerie in the cemetery, and now there was thunder.

He tightened his clothes and walked towards the Lestrange tomb with the raven family emblem.