Magician of HP Clow card

Credence returned home with all the leaflets in his hand distributed.

His sister was not in the room, so he adjusted his collar and hid the necklace around his neck under his clothes.

At this moment, a mouse crawled by his feet and scurried under his sister's bed. Credence stretched out his legs to drive it away.

But it was of no use, so he had to lift the sheets. He bent down and crawled under the bed. The mouse was immediately frightened and slipped out from the side.

He also wanted to climb out, but his hand was pressed on a thin wooden stick.

what?

He frowned and picked up the stick. Climbing out of the bed, it was a straight wooden stick that was polished very rounded. One end was thin, and there seemed to be a handle left on the other end.

"What are you doing? Credence?" His sister's voice sounded from behind, scaring Credence and turning his head sharply.

My sister looked at the wand in his hand, with a hint of guilt on her expression.

"What is this?" Credence's expression was serious, and he was still holding tightly the thing that looked like a wand in his hand.

"Give it back to me, Credence. It's just a toy." The younger sister wanted to get closer to Credence.

But at this moment, a woman's voice sounded from behind with an incredible meaning. "What is this doing?!"

It was Mother Mary. She stared at the 'magic wand' in Credence's hand with a sinister look.

"Give me the belt." These words were said in a light tone, but to the ears of the two brothers and sisters, it was like a heavy weight falling on them.

Credence's wand was taken from his hand, and Mary held the log high. With both hands, it broke with a 'click'.

Then he threw the broken wood heavily on the ground.

Credence was silent, lowering his head and unbuckling the belt around his waist.

The younger sister hid behind the door in fear, watching Mary's mother take the belt from Credence's hand and hold it high.

"Mom..." Credence's voice was hoarse and his eyes were pleading. Hope Mary can let him go.

"I'm not your mother. Your mother! I'm an abnormal and evil woman!" Mary was unmoved. Her eyes were red and she was about to pull off the belt in her hand.

"Mom, that's mine and has nothing to do with Credence." The sister stepped forward to stop him, but neither of them noticed that Credence's face instantly turned pale after Mary said that.

Credence, who grew up in this environment, has always suppressed himself. But at this moment, Mary's mother's words shattered his sanity. All these years of perseverance are like a joke...

Just as Mary was about to speak again, the belt in her hand seemed to be pulled hard and fell to the ground.

The severe pain caused by the friction in her palms panicked her, and she murmured to herself, her voice full of disbelief. "what happened?"

My sister was also frightened and looked unhappy. The body is also extremely stiff. She noticed that Credence began to slowly disappear behind her.

In reality, Credence turned into a black, oily mass. The center is still emitting red light, beating like a heart.

Then it was like a strong wind, and then it was like an angry giant rhinoceros.

Mother Mary's eyes widened and she let out a shrill cry. The voice was full of wonder. And her body was thrown up by something and hit the beam.

The wooden stairs were shattered and the walls were punched through.

My sister was so frightened that she fell to the ground and crawled to hide.

With a snap, Mother Mary fell from the sky. His face was ashen, his eyes were wide open, and he stared blankly.

……

Credence felt a little dizzy when he came back to his senses. Standing on a complete corridor on the second floor. Looking at the ruins of 'home', I finally realized something.

He was full of wonder, his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out. Finally he fell to the ground leaning against the wall. His fingers trembled as he held the necklace around his neck.

Graves gave it to him, saying that as long as he held it tightly, he could use it to inform him. Found the person he wanted to find.

Graves arrived quickly as expected, and he looked at the ruins all over the ground. The pace looks graceful and swift.

He saw the woman's body on the ground. Then he saw Credence trembling again, still holding the necklace in his hand. It's the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

He took two quick steps and hugged the terrified Credence. He stroked the back of his head soothingly. Then he said impatiently. "Master Muran has been here? Where is your sister?"

Credence thought that Graves had said before that he would teach him magic. He grabbed Graves by the hem of his shirt. "Help…"

Graves looked at him with a hint of impatience in his eyes. "As I said, you can't learn magic. Your mother is dead, and I can do enough."

At this time, Graves saw the trembling cabinet curtain on the side and hurried over. Leave Credence behind.

Credence's desperate and resentful gaze was not noticed.

As expected, there was Modesty, Credence's sister who liked to sing ballads and was more like an Obscurial than Credence.

But at this moment, her expression was frightened and her face was full of tears. His body was shaking even more violently, and he looked behind him as if he was scared out of his wits.

Cracks began to appear in the surrounding walls, and Graves followed his gaze and looked back. It was the boy who was being used around.

At this moment, he stood behind him, his head half bowed. "You've been lying to me all this time..." The tone was angry and desperate.

Then, he slowly turned into a black mass of silence and swept towards Graves.

A huge sound rang out, and a person, silently, appeared on the street along with the broken buildings.

Without consciousness, Credence instinctively destroys everything around him.

Graves chased after the Obscurus, trying to persuade Credence to cooperate with them.

Credence didn't know anything about what happened after that. He only had the impression that a man was talking to him, and then he seemed to hear the voice of Tina Auror, the witch who was very kind to him.

The good man who once held up his wand to Mother Mary for him...

He wanted to calm down, but the next moment, severe pain shot through his body. A barrage of attacks shattered him.

Only a trace of silence remained, escaping instinctively from the cracks in the ruins.

He regained some consciousness, moved forward in the dark corner, and finally got into a carriage.

He found that the carriage was very big inside, as if he had entered another world. There are some dim lights and many iron cages here.

And inside the cage, there are many weird creatures. It looks ugly and hideous.

There is a cage containing a woman wearing a dark purple skirt. The patterns on it resemble snake scales.

The woman was facing away from him and seemed to be looking at something.

His survival instinct made him crawl into her cage. The next moment, he returned to his human form and lay on the ground.

The woman heard the sound and turned around, with a surprised expression on her beautiful face.

The young man on the ground had pale skin, dark eyes, and deep facial features. Wearing a black shirt, his exposed palms and arms were covered with scratches.

The woman was Nagini. She stood up and squatted down in front of the boy. The boy's voice was weak, and she had to put her ear close to hear his words clearly.

"help me…"

Nagini's body trembled, her eyes complex. Moving faster than his mind, Credence was dragged effortlessly to her simple bed.

There is a simple curtain here, which she obtained from Skender's hands through hard work. Just for a little bit of free space. At least no one could see her body while changing.

Then, she dug out a bottle of ointment made by Bai Xian from a wooden box. The concentration is low, but at least it works.

Credence was already unconscious, so Nagini took off his upper body clothes, dug out ointment and applied it to his wounds.

Nagini looked at the wounds on his body. There were not only scratches, but also many other scars, overlapping layers. It looked like wounds that had been struck again before they healed, some of which were still oozing with blood.

Baixian is irritating, and applying it to a wound is like applying alcohol to a wound.

Credence was in a coma, his body shaking with pain. Nagini paused as she applied the medicine.

With complicated eyes, she stared at the wounds on his body, as if thinking of herself. The movements in his hands became lighter, and he blew gently on his wounds.

Hopefully it will ease his pain.