The basic principle of alchemy, equal exchange.
If you want something, you have to pay the price.
Credence survived, and John kept his promise.
And as a price, Credence was almost drained.
The glowing wand was like a bright fluorescent stick, and in John's hand it was almost impossible to see his face.
Credence was huddled in the corner, looking like he couldn't get out of the dirty work.
"Remember that feeling?" John casually tossed the wand away and stuffed it into his pocket.
"That's when magic flows through the body. If the control of an ordinary wizard is a faucet, then you are a breach."
Walking over and picking up Credence with one hand, John used Disapparation.
Again, they appear in an empty church.
The exhausted Credence was thrown aside by John.
"You should learn to control. For your own sake and your family's sake, I can't be by your side to supervise you every time."
A crucible was placed there. John walked over and pulled out his wand, and the glowing wand lit the crucible.
The magic power stored in the wand is released, and the originally calm crucible boils instantly. A drop of the rolling liquid can cause a big explosion.
Take out a rune snake egg and throw it in. This is a simple and crude way to make the crucible emit an unpleasant smell.
The glowing wand gradually returns to normal as the magic power is absorbed.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Credence propped up his body and looked at John who was brewing the potion there. "You have absorbed magic power three times."
"Yes, this can also prevent you from going berserk, isn't it good?" John stirred the pot without looking back and said casually, "If you don't release your magic power, you will die. If you release too much magic power, you will die." Death, you are destined to die."
Credence looked gloomy, "Don't I have a third option?"
"Control yourself, keep your emotions at a certain threshold, and you can live longer." John chanted an incomprehensible spell to the crucible, like the singing of an elf, ethereal and graceful.
The boiling crucible gradually subsided, and the potion on it began to solidify.
The solidified potion is like a piece of crystal, with a drop of transparent liquid slightly shaking in the middle.
After dealing with this, John turned back to face the lost Credence.
"You're going to France, we can leave tomorrow."
Credence's birth certificate stated his place of birth, which was why he was going to France.
He wants to figure out his identity and find his family.
From John's point of view, it didn't make much sense.
After all, he was not picked up, but sent away.
His family had given up on him.
Seeing Credence's loss and traces of black energy emanating from his body, John walked over and handed him his wand.
"Is it worth it?"
Yes, giving up may allow you to live longer. Credence chooses his family.
In Credence's current condition, the excitement of seeing his family could kill him.
After many emotional catharsis, Credence has gradually shed his previous submissive character.
Hearing John's words, he lowered his eyes and took the wand.
After acquiring the wand, it began to absorb Credence's power, and the black energy changed direction and entered the wand.
It's like a large power bank, and the wand is the battery.
John made a small modification to the wand, which allowed it to store magic power.
During the few days he was stranded, Credence's Obscurus was about to go berserk, but John used this method to suppress his power.
Not every Obscural is John Wick.
Their fate is usually even sadder.
"I know a girl."
John sits next to Credence and looks up at the colorful Madonna holding the baby
image.
"She was injured when she was six years old, turning her into an Obscurial."
"Her mother was killed by her power, and she could only live with her two brothers."
"Her eldest brother is very smart and a very talented wizard, while her second brother is a bit inferior and an impatient person."
"She also died later, due to her brother's childish argument," John said calmly. "The eldest brother wanted to take her away and hide her, as if hiding a secret, a shameful secret."
"This way her eldest brother won't have to worry about when his sister will go berserk and kill the civilians around him. He can be truly free and free from restraint."
When Credence heard this, he slowly looked up at John and asked, "Her eldest brother doesn't love her?"
"I love her, but she is a burden and a shackle," John shook his head slightly. "She is alive like a bomb, and her eldest brother is a saint. He loves her and loves the world more."
"His love for her stems from his brother's responsibility and his moral shackles."
Speaking of this, the expression on John's face was a little complicated.
"Wizards are only afraid of the Obscurial. Even their relatives will be frightened by this uncertainty."
"What about you?" Credence stared closely at John, the wizard who was younger than himself, "You are also the Obscurial."
"Me? I'm different," John laughed dumbly and said in a voice that was both proud and reasonable, "I'm stronger than them all."
"Wizards are the aliens of No-Majs, and the Obscurial are the aliens of wizards, Credence." John turned his head to meet those eyes and said softly, "You can be strong and cruel, but you cannot be weak and kind."
Because that kindness is often the source of constant torment for oneself.
His words pushed aside Credence's fantasies about his family, and he began to think.
If your family really loves you, why would you abandon yourself?
Send yourself to that hell of Second Salem.
A wizard sends his children to the anti-wizard's location.
Credence spent half of his life being beaten by his adoptive mother. This cruelty did not change until he broke out and killed his adoptive mother.
He is full of longing, vagueness, and fear towards his family.
He is a fragile child, and when he came into contact with Grindelwald's disguised Graves, such tenderness, even with purpose, made him sink.
Extremely lacking in love, a little light suddenly shines through.
However, that is not light, it is a kind of use, a more cruel punishment.
"What's her name?" Credence asked the girl like him.
"Ariana, Ariana Dumbledore."
John stood up, and Credence suddenly asked: "Are you going to use me too?"
"Yes," John nodded honestly, "I need your power. The power within you is extremely powerful, Credence."
Credence was like a child who was afraid of abandonment. He whispered: "If you find me useless, will you give up on me?"
He was afraid that John would be the next Grindelwald, and his heart was full of fear. The joy of finding someone of his own kind was occupied by fear.
He lacks love, whether it is family affection or friendship, he does not want to give up.
Being around John, he felt like a brother.
Although John looks younger than himself, his maturity makes Credence regard him as an older brother.
For many days, John had used him to help suppress Obscurus.
John glanced at him and said calmly: "Then you are so powerful that I can't give up on you. The choice is you, not me, Credence."
"I will keep my promise. After I go to France, I need to leave for a while."
The wand in Credence's hand lit up instantly, he was so excited.
"Don't worry," John shrugged, "just looking for something."
His words made
Credence calmed down and the wand in his hand was half lit.
Thinking of John's words, he wanted to work harder to show his value.
His face was a little pale and he let the magic power flow into the wand faster. John walked over and took the wand away.
"I need your power, not your life." After scolding Credence, John turned and left.
Credence looked at his back, his crouched body gradually stretched out on the bench.
O gentle and powerful king.
...
In order to get on the cruise ship, John had to spend all his money on Xiu Xiu.
Well, that's right.
Newt's Niffler stared at the half-empty nest and broke down crying, something Newt couldn't even coax.
Hunting geese all day long and being pecked by geese.
Who would have thought that Xiu Xiu would also be stolen one day.
After hearing about it, Newt replaced Sniff's nest with a safe, and Sniff's biggest job was to protect the Bowtruckle.
Because among so many magical animals, the Bowtruckle is the only one who can pick locks.
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