I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Graves went to interrogate Newt, and the leather case was left in the office.

Suddenly, the box moved.

The not-so-good catch popped and the lid slammed open.

"He really needs to fix the lock."

"Roar--"

"Don't make me petrify you again, sac leopard."

"Ugh-"

John stepped out of the box and stretched.

"Although the inside of the box is very interesting, the air outside seems to be better," John sniffed carefully, "I take that back, the air here is not very good, there is an unpleasant smell."

Somewhat disgusted came to the door.

"Thorn."

Just as he reached out to touch the doorknob, a spark shot out from there.

He froze for a moment, and snapped his fingers to let the illusion spell surround him.

Taking two steps back, the door was kicked open.

...

in the hallway.

After saving Jacob, who was about to be oblivion, Queenie took him to find Newt's box.

After trying a few times but unable to unlock the door with the Unlocking Charm, Queenie said dejectedly, "He must have used some kind of advanced spell to lock the door."

"Cough cough."

Jacob moved his body, walked to the door and looked around to see if there was no one.

He raised his big foot and kicked open the door.

John, who was almost hit by the door, shrugged and said, "Sometimes violence is more useful than magic."

"Who?" Queenie suddenly said warily.

Jacob said doubtfully, "There's no one here."

But Queenie heard something just now, like someone talking.

It was too late to think, they quickly took the box and ran out.

They also need to save people.

"Okay, now how do I get back into the box?"

Because of Jacob's kicking of the door, John didn't have time to get back into the box.

If Newt found out that an eighty-foot dragon was missing, I'm afraid he'd go crazy.

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

In case, like before, a repairing spell turns into a crushing spell, he's afraid that this place will be blown up.

"I can only rely on my own ability."

John sighed.

Fortunately, he himself is a person with various abilities.

"Hopefully I can go back before they open the box."

...

Harsh sirens sounded in the Magic Congress.

Perhaps every Hogwarts person has the potential to cause trouble.

Newt and Tina, who were about to be executed for the felony of carrying silently attacking Muggles, were executed.

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

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

The two held hands and walked away from the death cell quickly.

In the corridor of the death cell, the Auror who received the alarm came after him.

Newt unleashes the croucher and knocks out a few.

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

Newt and Tina are being pursued.

An Auror, seeing the duo's obstinacy, waved his wand.

"Dizzy..."

"Boom."

The Auror fell unconscious.

Followed by 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.

Around the corner, they meet Queenie and Jacob.

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

All three were fugitives. Looking at the box in her hand, Queenie had an idea.

"Go in."

She opened the box and let the three hide in so she could take the three out.

is 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."

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

Jacob was a little confused, "Isn't it you?"

"Okay Jacob, hurry in."

Newt urged him, and Jacob stepped into the box.

A 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.

While running, his body grew scales.

After Newt and the others came in, John was leaning against the rock, looking like he was sleeping.

Hall of the Magic Congress.

Queenie walked briskly, suitcase in hand, trying to look natural.

...

"Well, I know it looks a little tired."

John leaned on the rock and said to the Thunderbird beside him, "But nothing happened, right?"

Thunderbird flapped its wings.

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

"what!"

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

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

"Mie, the shadow of Destroyer?"

Tina wanted to say that the name sounded unfriendly.

"Hi, Shadow of the Extinct World." Jacob greeted John.

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

"Really?"

Jacob rubbed his round belly suspiciously, feeling doubtful about the credibility of this sentence.

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

"Yes, he will," Newt said, leading Tina over, "this is Miss Goldstein."

"Tina, Tina Goldstein."

As a former Auror, Tina is more courageous than the average wizard.

Seeing that John didn't attack her, she gradually became bolder.

"Hello, Tina Goldstein."

John stretched out his huge dragon claw and stopped in front of Tina. Tina boldly stretched out her hand to hold the sharp dragon claw carefully.

"Nice to meet you."

Tina breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the box was opened, and the voice of sister Queenie sounded.

"It's safe."

Three people were called out.

John's body shrunk back into a human form, rubbed his neck and said, "Continue to sleep on the rock, I feel like my neck will break."

"Hope Newt gets my wand back soon."

He doesn't want to be raised as a fire dragon for a lifetime.

Although it is possible to bully and bully the poisonous leopard, it is also a bit too boring.

"Collision again?" John thought thoughtfully as he took out four rune snake eggs from the small bag.

Previously, the flash effect caused by the taboo collision was successful.

But now his conditions, to re-collide, need to have enough magic power and soul.

It is not impossible to go to Azkaban again, but it will take some time.

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

Where there is a soul, there is also time.

John glanced at the hourglass full of sands of time.

This is what he harvested in the pyramid before.

What is left now, is enough magic power.

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

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

Something popped into his mind.

"Silence." John murmured.

...

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

A man was putting up a poster promoting the next rally.

Secretary of Security for the Magical Congress of America, Graves Apparates here.

He walked straight towards the person, his tone and attitude full of urgency.

"Credence, have you found the child?"

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

Faced with a cowering Squib, Credence was impatient but feigned calm.

With false concern and affection in his voice, he said, "Show me."

Credence whimpered and trembled.

He was terrified, and bad memories entered his brain.

He almost flees.

Graves took his hand and examined it carefully. It was marked with bright red marks from the beatings of Credence's adoptive mother.

His adoptive mother is an extreme anti-wizard, sparing no effort to publicize the dangers of wizards everywhere, inviting people to join them.

Credence was her adopted son, but he was never loved. His adoptive mother hated him and beat him.

Graves said in a soft tone Credence had never heard before, "Shh, good boy."

Graves ran his thumb over the bruises and said in a bewitching voice, "The sooner we can find that kid, the sooner you can leave your suffering where it belongs."

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

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

"I rarely trust people so much." Putting the necklace on Credence's neck with his own hands, he whispered meaningfully, "Very rarely."

"But you, you are different."

As Credence hesitated, Graves put his hands around his neck and pulled himself 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, wizards respect you," Graves broke Credence's line of defense with tenderness, and pulled him into his arms, making it impossible for him to leave this kind of skin-to-skin relationship.

"Always respect."

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

Shaking and exuding.

Let people sink.

...