I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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

And without a wand, John didn't dare to cast spells randomly.

If a repair spell turned into a crushing spell like before, he was afraid of blowing 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 piercing siren sounded at the Magical Congress.

Perhaps every Hogwartsian has the potential to cause trouble.

Newt and Tina were executed for the felony of assaulting Muggles with an Obscurus.

Newt has a habit of carrying two magical animals with him.

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

The two held hands and quickly left the death row.

In the death row corridor, the Auror who received the alarm chased him.

Newt unleashed a crocodile to knock down a few.

This type of attack is annoying, but Aurors are not vegetarians.

Newt and Tina are being chased.

An Auror saw the two men being stubborn and waved his wand.

"Dizzy..."

"Boom."

The Auror fell unconscious.

Then the second and the third.

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

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

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

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

The three of them were all fugitives. Looking at the box in their hands, Queenie had an idea.

"Go in."

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

It'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 me."

"We didn't rush you, Jacob." Newt looked innocent.

Jacob was a little confused, "Not you?"

"Okay Jacob, hurry in."

Newt urged him and Jacob stepped into the box.

Little house in a box.

John knocked over an iron bucket when he fell. He didn't care so much and jumped out of the door with a hurdle movement.

As he ran, scales grew on his body.

After Newt and the others came in, John happened to be leaning on the rock, looking like he was sleeping.

Magical Congress Hall.

Queenie walked quickly, carrying the suitcase in her hand, trying to look natural.

…

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

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

Thunderbirds flap their wings.

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

"ah!"

As soon as Tina turned her head, she was startled by those big red-brown eyes.

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

"Destruction, the shadow of destruction?"

Tina thought the name sounded unfriendly.

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

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

"real?"

Jacob touched his round belly suspiciously, feeling that the credibility of this sentence was doubtful.

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

"Yes, he will," Newt said as he walked over with Tina, "This is Miss Goldstein."

"Tina, Tina Goldstein."

As a former Auror, Tina is bolder 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 dared to reach out and carefully hold the sharp dragon claw.

"Nice to meet you."

Tina breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time the box was opened and sister Queenie's voice sounded.

"It's safe."

Three people were called out.

John's body shrank back to human form, rubbed his neck and said, "If I continue to sleep on the rock, I feel like my neck will be broken."

"I hope Newt gets my wand back soon."

He didn't want to be raised as a fire dragon for the rest of his life.

Although he could bully the Poisonous Leopard, it was a bit boring.

"Are we going to collide again?" John said thoughtfully as he took out four rune snake eggs from his small bag.

The previous taboo collision triggering the flash effect was successful.

But now his condition is that if he wants to collide again, he needs to have enough magic power and soul.

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

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

The soul is there, and so is the time.

John glanced at the hourglass full of sand.

This was what he had previously harvested in the pyramid.

What's left now is enough magic power.

"The powerful magic collision can also be used by me."

John touched his chin, thinking about how he should go back.

Something appeared in his mind.

"Oscurus," John murmured.

…

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

A man was putting up posters promoting the next rally.

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

He walked straight towards the man, his tone and attitude filled with urgency.

"Credence, have you found the child?"

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

Facing a cowering Squib, Credence was impatient, but still pretended to be calm.

His voice was laced with false concern and kindness as he said, "Show me."

Credence whimpered and trembled.

He was scared and bad memories entered his brain.

He almost ran away.

Graves picked up his hand and examined it carefully. There were bright red scars on it from the beatings Credence's adoptive mother had given him.

His adoptive mother was an extreme anti-wizardist who spared no effort in publicizing the dangers of wizards and inviting people to join them.

Credence was her adopted son, but he was never cared for. 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 in a demagogic voice, "The sooner we find that child, the sooner you can leave the pain where it belongs."

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

He took out a necklace with circles, vertical lines, and triangles from his pocket. He handed it to Credence and said seductively in a low and hoarse voice: "I want you to take this with you, Credence."

"It's rare that I can trust others so much." He put the necklace on Credence's neck with his own hands and whispered meaningfully, "Very rarely."

"But you, you are different."

When Credence hesitated, Graves put his hands on his neck and pulled him closer.

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 respect you," Graves broke down Credence's defense with warmth and pulled him into his arms, making it impossible for him to leave this kind of skin-to-skin contact.

"Always respect."

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

Shaking and spreading.

Make people sink.

…

Chapter 539 Hello, invisible beast

dusk.

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