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"You're wrong," Dumbledore said with a frown, "I never thought you were bad."

"Then you are really different." Rita said noncommittally, "Other people 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 made you very painful."

"No, you don't understand." Rita remained indifferent, but with a mockery of caring for others, "Unless your brother is also dead."

Aberforth: Listen, thank you.

Dumbledore paused slightly, "It was my sister who died."

Rita stared at him in surprise.

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

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

When Dumbledore heard this, his expression showed regret and pain.

He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.

"I regret not loving enough."

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

Rita was not relieved by his words, only defensive.

"I have been living with regret my whole life, don't let it harm you." Dumbledore advised patiently.

Rita left here without speaking.

Dumbledore stared at the old table and was speechless.

…

Towards evening, John was doing errands at the post office.

"Sir, I need to double check."

The messenger's eyes widened: "These three letters are going to be sent in 1997?"

Sending a letter after seventy years?

The post office has never received such an outrageous commission.

John placed a gold coin on the counter.

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

The second one.

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

The third one.

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

The fourth one.

Messenger: "I..."

The fifth one.

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

The sixth one.

Messenger: "I'll make arrangements for you right away."

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

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

The messenger said seriously: "I'm going to tattoo the date on my body. Even if I die, I will deliver it!"

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

John nodded happily and motioned for the messenger to come over.

He whispered: "Remember, you must send it over. If it is lost, the money will be used to buy your head."

The messenger trembled and smiled awkwardly, "Just kidding, sir."

"Do you think I can come up with this money and still make fun of you?"

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

He secretly vowed in his heart that even if his leg was broken, he would still deliver the letter.

Taking out a sealed box, the messenger solemnly put the three letters into it.

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

John nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't have to worry about the messenger not remembering, because he had already cast a spell on the post office.

The same goes for the bag of jewelry.

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

Don't say John is evil, he wants to make sure nothing goes wrong and gives him enough leverage.

Those who do not keep their word will not regret their death.

Walking out of the post office, he saw the black curtains flying across Paris.

"Grindelwald." John whispered softly.

After finishing everything, John walked to the safe house.

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

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

What they were facing was another person.

Grindelwald.

…

"What do you want?" Credence growled warily.

"What do I want from you? I ask for nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof, not even taking out his wand, "But what can I give you? Everything I don't have."

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

Credence was attracted by his words and said, "You want to know who I am."

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

The parchment flew from his hand toward Credence.

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

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

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

He wasn't sure if he should go.

"It seems you found a clue."

John's voice sounded from behind.

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

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

"Are you going to come with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye."

John shook his head and said, "It's time for me to leave, Credence."

He nodded slightly towards the two of them and said, "I hope you can do as you wish. I need to leave for a longer time this time."

"Wait, no!" Credence shouted, holding out his hand.

John's figure disappeared.

…

Chapter 554 Hello, Lestrange

John left.

But not completely gone.

He stood on the Eiffel Tower, overlooking Credence, who was kneeling on the ground.

Although this is cruel, it can keep the future intact to the greatest extent.

John looked elsewhere, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, automatically magnifying the black shadow underneath.

"That's...Newt?"

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

The wind blew the ends of John's hair, and he stretched out his fingers to twist a strand and rub it.

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

"So Grindelwald asked you to spy on me?"

John turned his head and looked around. On the other side of the tower, a tall figure stood there.

Wolfgang was noncommittal, holding the wand in his hand and said calmly: "He told me that you are in danger."

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

"Maybe." Wolfgang leaned against the 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, "Don't you think so?"

Wolfgang faithfully carries out Grindelwald's mission.

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

"Standing so high on a rainy day is not a wise choice."

"Huh?" Wolfgang looked up.

The sky had darkened at some point, and strong winds from high places swept across, blowing Wolfgang's hat and flying away.

John stood opposite him, half-smiling but not smiling: "Be careful of thunder."

A flick of the wand.

The next second.

"Boom——!"

The roar of thunder just sounded from the sky, and the Eiffel Tower was already hit by a white light.

…

"Boom——!"

The white light cut through the dark night, and also illuminated Jacob's hurried steps walking 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 Nico Flamel, a 600-year-old man in the safe house.

I couldn’t wait to come over alone.

"Hell, is it going to rain today?"

Jacob was startled by the thunder. It was already eerie in the cemetery, but it thundered.

He tightened his clothes and walked towards the Lestrange Mausoleum with the Raven family emblem.