I wield a sword at Hogwarts

But there are a lot of Slytherins, even except for Astoria, all of them are in seventh grade.

This naturally has advantages, but disadvantages also follow.

Once they graduate, half of Slytherin will be basically useless.

So Malfoy spends half of his training training second-generation players, which makes others feel relieved.

Astoria is the unofficial next-generation captain. She has to run into the second-generation team members, so she doesn't have to rest.

When the training is over, you can see Malfoy chasing after Astoria, and Astoria angrily leaves without looking back.

This scene made Blaise secretly clench his fists.

"He can piss off the nicest girl in Slytherin."

Blaise's words couldn't help but make Slytherin think about where Malfoy's limit is.

John found this scene funny, and with Astoria's temper, it would probably be over after a while.

After all, it was never Malfoy who captured Astoria, but Astoria who captured Malfoy.

The people in the Star Club were watching how Malfoy was manipulated by Astoria step by step.

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Chapter 625 Credence’s Worries, Saint

America.

Credence was in his sleep, his expression struggling.

In the dream, he seemed to be back with Grindelwald.

Those bewitching forces wrapped around his neck, seeming to strangle him to death.

"We will not fail, Aurelius."

The man's whisper echoed in his ears.

Aurelius Dumbledore.

This is Credence's name, from Grindelwald.

On the day he left Nagini, he received his own life experience and also received a magic wand.

The voice seemed to understand the coming outcome, but he was still confident.

It's like he never fails.

He obviously saw those futures.

During the International Wizarding Alliance election in Bhutan, Grindelwald used dark magic to use the dead Kirin as a tool to gain power.

Before that, he saw a prophecy from the pool that the dead Qilin's brother was still alive.

This was a fatal mistake, but Grindelwald made it so easy.

"Victory is there for us to get."

"And I've seen the seeds I planted sprout."

This was the last word Credence heard from Grindelwald when he decided to leave Grindelwald.

seed?

What seeds?

Credence, who was with Grindelwald at the time, was weakened by the Obscurus. He did not understand Grindelwald's so-called seed.

Over the years, Grindelwald had instilled in him the idea that killing Dumbledore would bring victory to the Saints.

But what's the result?

Credence was unsuccessful and was no match for Dumbledore.

Why is a person who can see the future so confident even though he knows he will fail?

Credence had no answer, at least not while he was alive to see it.

He died in Godric's Hollow.

If it weren't for the necklace John gave him, he would never have been able to get out of that place.

"The seeds I planted sprouted."

Credence woke up.

He was sweating profusely and rubbed his face with his hands, feeling the coldness in his palms, trying to wake himself up.

"Having a nightmare?"

The warm body drives away the chill.

Nagini asked softly.

Credence shook his head and said, "I dreamed about the past."

Nagini's clothes were neatly dressed, clinging to each other just like they did when they were dependent on each other.

She asked softly: "What happened?"

"Grindelwald." Credence held the hand on his shoulder, "I saw Grindelwald and thought of what he said to me."

"He said the seeds he planted sprouted. I was worried. He was always mysterious..."

Credence's voice was stuck and he said apologetically: "I think I'm too attached to the past, Nagini."

"No, Credence." Nagini smiled, "Total of all, that's you."

Every time Credence went to bed, he would be afraid, afraid that he would not wake up.

Afraid of missing Nagini again.

"His pendant," Credence reached out and touched his chest and said, "It's a very strange feeling, I feel that thing inside my body."

Nagini covered it with her hand and said softly: "It's beating, isn't it?"

Nap time is over.

It's time for Credence to get to work.

Yes, go to work.

The dignified Dumbledore also needs to work at Johnny Silverhand's branch.

"Ms. Snake," Johnson said respectfully to Nagini.

Then his eyes shifted to Credence, and he felt like he was looking at the pretty boy taking care of his boss.

Johnson is so heartbroken.

Boss, haven't you seen the tendons on my body?

Pick this guy, his thighs are not as thick as my arms.

Johnson is melancholy.

Credence leaned close to Nagini's ear and asked, "He seems sad, Ms. Snake?"

Nagini smiled.

There are some personnel changes in District 13, where American wizards gather, but they are not serious.

Johnson is responsible for store security, and Paul is responsible for sales and business negotiations.

Credence gets a job behind the counter.

The angry Paul glanced at Credence, whistled and said: "Ignore that big man, he is just jealous of you."

"Uh...thank you." Credence nodded in thanks.

Paul shrugged and said, "I don't understand why you want to come here, but since you work here, you still have to remember the rules."

He put the monocle on his right eye and said, "The first thing is to put on your glasses."

Credence put on his monocle, and the things on the counter in front of him changed.

"Oh, Maika, I remembered that there is business over there in District 7, so I'll leave this to you first."

Paul suddenly remembered that the goods from Area 7 had not been delivered, so he patted Credence on the shoulder and left quickly.

Credence looked towards the door, and Nagini looked at him with a smile, looking uncomfortable.

"It's fine if it's plain." Credence smiled and watched Paul go out.

His first customer arrived.

Credence asked: "What do you need..."

His voice was stuck, and his eyes fell on the visitor's collar.

Symbols composed of triangles, circles, and vertical lines appear in the eye.

The other party said calmly: "I need the wand behind you."

From the corner of his eye, Credence saw three more people like him.

"I'll get it for you."

"Thank you, Aurelius."

As soon as the voice came out, Credence's eyes widened.

He slowly looked up at the other person's face.

At that moment, the face seemed to change into that of Grindelwald.

His pupils constricted.

A red light fell on the man.

This was followed by Johnson's roar, and the customers in the store fell to the ground one after another.

Credence looked along where the red light came from, and saw Nagini.

She held the wand in her hand.

"They are saints."

Credence came back to his senses. He looked over again, and the man's face changed back to someone else.

This was not the first time Nagini faced this situation. She said calmly: "Johnson, send the person to the Ministry of Magic. We will be closed for the day today."

"Understood, Ms. Snake."

Johnson nodded and sent several of the knocked down people to the Ministry of Magic.

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"saint?"

John received news of the Saint's presence at the Silverhand branch.

But strictly speaking, they are not saints. Those people are Grindelwald's admirers.

What makes John wonder is why the other party can say Credence's name?

"Aurelius Dumbledore?" John murmured to himself, "Grindelwald."

"Seed? What did Grindelwald plant?"

The mystery surrounding Grindelwald increases.

It's hard to figure out.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Grindelwald is still alive.

And somewhere is controlling everything.

"Is Griffith his?" John suspected that the Polish Minister of Magic had a relationship with Grindelwald, or was Grindelwald.

Not only him, but also Dumbledore, who knew Grindelwald, thought so too.

None of them have full confidence or evidence.