I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Mr. Scamander, the magical world and the non-magical world have been living in peace for more than a century." Guzman, the official of the country who suffered the scourge of Grindelwald, said, "Grindelwald wants to destroy it all."

"For a certain segment of our community, this ambition is very tempting."

"Many pure-blood wizards believe that they are born with the right to rule, and that they are born rulers."

"Not just our world, but the non-magical world as well."

"They see Grindelwald as a hero," Credence's face emerged from the puddle in the middle of the round table where several people were talking, "and Grindelwald sees this boy as the way to achieve everything."

"I'm sorry," Newt frowned and smiled as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. "You said it as if Credence was still there."

Theseus finally spoke for the second time, saying, "He escaped death, Newt."

Newt was stunned, his eyes locked on Theseus's.

Theseus nodded.

This reminded Newt of the silence he saw leaving.

"He is still alive," Theseus said. "He left New York a few months ago and is somewhere in Europe. His whereabouts are erratic. We don't know where exactly."

"but he."

The image on the table changed, and an extremely blurry white color appeared there.

"You want me to capture Credence and kill him?" Newt saw the white color and immediately thought of the Obscurial who was talking to Credence.

"Still stubborn, Scamander."

From the shadows, a person stepped out.

He was scarred and vicious-looking.

Grimson, hunter for hire.

Help the Ministry of Magic deal with some dangerous magical animals that are out of control.

The moment Newt saw him, he was extremely angry.

"What's he doing here?"

To Newt, who protects magical creatures, Grimson is a cold-blooded executioner.

Grimson sneered: "I will take over the job you are too weak to do."

The screen on the desktop changed back to Credence. Grimson glanced at it and said contemptuously: "Is that him?"

Not wanting to be in the same room with the executioner for a moment, Newt stood up and stalked away.

Travers denied his application for deportation.

Theseus took a deep breath, glanced at Grimson, who had taken Newt's place, and chased his brother with great skill.

The brothers met in the corridor.

Newt angrily stated that he was not the hunter Grimson was.

And Theseus also had his own difficulties, and only in this way could his brother's crime be alleviated.

And because Newt has taken sides with another person in the eyes of the Ministry, that's dangerous.

The Ministry of Magic's dirty tricks are no worse than Grindelwald's.

He needs to choose a side.

"I don't choose!" Newt growled.

"Newt," Theseus looked at him deeply, opened his hands, "give him a hug."

Newt didn't respond or break away, and was held by Theseus.

Theseus whispered in his ear, "They're watching you."

Between the Ministry of Magic and his younger brother, he chose his younger brother without hesitation.

As Theseus said, not long after Newt left the Ministry of Magic, he discovered that he was being watched.

He used a whirlwind magic to throw the opponent away.

In a London alley, he saw a dangling glove.

Following the guidance of his gloves, he saw a man waving to him on the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.

The gauntlet made a handshake gesture, Newt held it, and he was apparated away.

Reappearing, he was already on top of the dome.

"Dumbledore, the inconspicuous roof is packed?"

At forty-five years old, Dumbledore's auburn hair and beard were already graying.

Newt handed the glove back to him.

Now Dumbledore no longer has the impetuous innocence of youth, nor does he still have the twilight and beard of old age.

In his prime, he has the calm and unhurried sense of control of more British men.

"I do like to enjoy the scenery." Looking at the crowd below, this place is indeed very conspicuous. Dumbledore waved his wand, "The clouds are misty."

A puff of fog rose across London, blocking prying eyes.

…

Chapter 549 Hello, Circus

They apparated into the square again.

Heading into the fog, Dumbledore asked Newt about the Ministry of Magic.

"They still believe it was you," Newt said, "who sent me to New York."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You said it wasn't me?"

"Yes, although it is indeed you." Newt accepted Dumbledore's news and went to Egypt, which led to the subsequent series of events.

Although Dumbledore told him that it was because the Dumbledore family was particularly close to magical birds.

According to the legend of the Dumbledore family, when the Dumbledore family is in urgent need of help, the phoenix will come.

Dumbledore also gave an example. It was said that his great-grandfather had a phoenix, but after his great-grandfather passed away, the phoenix flew away.

"If you'll excuse me, Professor, I don't believe this is why you're telling me about Thunderbirds."

Newt is no longer the Newt who was deceived when he was in school. He asked: "What about the fire dragon? Is he also your arrangement?"

"of course not."

The two of them were walking and chatting.

"I'm also surprised, a talking fire dragon." Dumbledore glanced behind him, and someone followed him. He grabbed Newt's arm, and the two of them apparated away.

Two figures appeared at Victoria Bus Station.

"Credence is in Paris, Newt." Dumbledore said, skipping the topic of fire dragons. "He is looking for his real family. I guess you have also heard rumors about his true identity?"

True identity?

Newt said honestly, "No."

Dumbledore and Newt board a stopped bus.

After they sat down, Dumbledore said; "Pure-blood wizards speculate that he is the last bloodline of an important French family."

"The baby people thought was missing."

Newt was shocked to hear the news.

An important French family?

A raven family crest came to mind.

Lestrange?

"Lita's brother?"

Leta Lestrange.

Newt's schoolmate and someone he admired.

Of course, this is all in the past.

Now Leta is another Scamander's fiancée, and Newt's heart has already gone to another girl.

"That's what they guessed."

Dumbledore did not deny his guess and continued: "Pure-blood or not, what I know is that Obscurus thrives in places where care is lacking."

"Like the dark twin, they regard the host as their only companion." Dumbledore advised Newt, "If Credence has a brother or sister who can replace Obscurus, he may still be saved."

Dumbledore paused slightly when he said this, and another person appeared in his mind.

His own sister, Ariana Dumbledore.

I felt not only guilty, but also regretful.

If I could understand this truth back then, tragedy would not have happened.

"Wherever he is in Paris, either he is in danger or other people are in danger."

"Although I don't know his life experience, I must find him, and I hope you find him."

Credence reminds him of his sister and wants to make amends, and even stops Grindelwald.

Dumbledore conjured a business card out of thin air. This was Nico Flamel's business card.

He handed it to Newt.

Newt studied the card suspiciously.

After arranging everything, Dumbledore apparated away.

Newt chased after him. After a while, you chase yours and I'll go mine.

Newt yelled, "Dumbledore, one more question."

Dumbledore stopped disapparating.

Newt walked up quickly and asked, "Do you know the white-haired wizard?"

"elder?"

"No, young man," Newt said, "He is the Obscurus, the one who has complete control over the Obscurus."

Dumbledore looked surprised.

"He may have something to do with Credence," Newt said, staring at Dumbledore, "and Grindelwald."

"Sorry, I never have such a person in my memory."

Dumbledore thought that if he had known such a person when he was young, Ariana's tragedy might not have happened.

"The white-haired wizard..."

Dumbledore's hard-to-get attitude and precise grasp of Newt's psychology allowed him to successfully compromise.

But when Newt returns home, more things urge him to go to Paris.

…

Paris.

Hidden place.

The circus is back here.

Credence grows stubble.

In the monster tent, Nagini knelt beside a large box and caressed the circus costume.

It's time for her to perform on stage again.

Credence seemed to have given up on the possibility of being picked up by John, and he walked quickly towards Nagini.

Whispering through the fence: "Nagini."