John leaned against the table and glanced at Credence.
Seeing him crying, John sighed.
"Credence."
Credence slowly looked up.
"Are you after family, or the truth?"
Family or the truth?
Credence couldn't explain clearly. What happened today was only one step away from the truth.
"If your family re-accepts you on the condition that you leave Nagini," John walked over and stared into Credence's eyes, "will you accept it?"
"No, that won't happen..."
John said calmly: "Blood Curse Orcs, listen to this name, they are not even willing to call her a witch."
The blood-cursed orcs were used as exhibits in the circus along with those magical animals.
Credence couldn't say it because he had clearly understood over the past few months that John was telling the truth.
"Family and Nagini..." Credence looked up at Nagini, and when he saw the worried face, he was stuck in a decision.
John didn't push him, he wanted to see if this was worthy of sympathy or help.
Originally, his relationship with Credence was a transaction, so he could have completed his transaction and left.
But not now, John glanced at Nagini who was looking at Credence wholeheartedly.
John knew how much suffering Nagini would suffer in the future.
He will not let his friends have any regrets.
But the premise is that Credence is a person worth saving.
You can say that Slytherin is selfish and does not have the self-sacrificial spirit of Gryffindor.
But if you have a friend, you definitely want him to be a Slytherin.
Because they are selfish and narrow-minded, they can only help the people they care about.
John can never be a saint in this life, he has all the qualities that a Slytherin should have.
If one day his friends become Obscurials, he will not lock them up for fear of hurting others.
Instead, he tried his best to save his friends.
He waited quietly for Credence's answer.
He thought it would take a long time, but unexpectedly, Credence looked away and said without hesitation: "I choose Nagini."
"You're right, but I don't want to give up looking for my family."
Credence stopped curling up and stood up slowly.
"My family has become my obsession. I want to know why they abandoned me. I just need an answer."
He spoke so loudly that even Nagini became unusually shy.
John smiled and handed the wand to Credence.
"In that case, from now on, every drop of your magic power is mine."
Credence took it confusedly, not understanding why.
But John didn't give him an explanation, just let him do it.
Finding that Credence's magic was a little slow to release, John simply used mind magic to speed him up.
This made Credence feel depressed overnight.
Nagini felt bad, but John didn't feel bad.
He placed the wand that glowed again in the crucible, pouring magic into it and causing it to boil quickly.
Finally, the liquid in the crucible solidified, leaving only a drop of colorless liquid in the crystal.
"Reducto"
The solid cracked and exploded, leaving only a drop of colorless liquid floating in mid-air.
John waved his wand, Credence cried out in pain, and a blood streak appeared on the back of his hand.
The blood flew towards John, gradually changing under the pull of the wand.
John cut his palm and merged it with the blood.
The golden blood wrapped around it and finally turned into a pendant.
'In the center of the 8-character Ouroboros pendant, red blood and colorless potion interact with each other.
It wanders and spins, but no one touches anyone.
John throws it to Credence.
"Even if you die, you will wear it in your grave."
Glancing at Credence who was at a loss to catch the pendant, John said calmly: "Our deal is done."
"You want to leave?" Credence asked anxiously.
"No."
Credence was about to smile when John said calmly: "There is no rush for this day."
He still had to leave.
Credence was so disappointed that he asked with luck, "Can we still meet?"
"As I said, Credence," John tapped his wand on the table, and the things on it were quickly cleared away, "the choice is yours."
"I'm not strong enough." Credence understood what John said.
His mood at the moment was even more uncomfortable than yesterday.
When he looked up again, John was gone.
...
According to outside rumors, Credence is the last bloodline of that ancient French pure-blood family.
Not only did they think so, even Dumbledore also believed it.
Travers, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, led the Aurors to find Dumbledore.
Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Dumbledore is teaching.
There is an open space in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by students.
They were enjoying the scene in front of them with great interest.
A big boy wearing Gryffindor robes was preparing to fight. His appearance and body shape were similar to Cormac McLaggen of Gryffindor, and he was probably a relative of McLaggen.
The person who circled with him was their teacher, Dumbledore.
Although the boy is full of confidence, the wizard he faces is the only existence in the world that can compete with Grindelwald.
Almost as soon as they met, the boy was knocked away and landed on the soft sofa conjured by Dumbledore.
The boy's confused expression was full of comedy, making the whole class burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the door was opened.
Travers entered the classroom with Theseus, Leta and several other Aurors.
A female professor scolded him for his intrusion behind him. Travers, who was already unhappy with the school's autonomous behavior despite receiving funds from the Ministry of Magic, said: "I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and I have the right to go anywhere I want." Place you want to go."
He glanced at the students in the classroom and ordered: "Everyone get out."
If it were somewhere else, it might work.
But this is school, Dumbledore's territory.
The students didn't move until Dumbledore said, "Everyone, please follow the professor out."
Only one man remained, McLaggen, who said to Travers, "He is our best teacher."
Dumbledore said, "Thank you, McLaggen."
"Get out!" Whatever McLaggen meant, it annoyed Travers greatly.
McLagan was out.
Travers looked at Dumbledore with fear in his eyes.
A teacher allowed these students to defend themselves and disobey the Ministry of Magic's orders.
Thinking of his purpose today, Travers suppressed his dissatisfaction.
He got right to the point: "Newt Scamander in Paris."
Dumbledore pretended to be confused and said, "Really?"
"Stop pretending," Travers snorted, "I know clearly that you asked him to go."
"If you had the pleasure of teaching him," Dumbledore shrugged, "you would know that Newt is not very good at following orders."
This attitude made Travers extremely unhappy. He hated such people who pretended to be confused.
Throwing a small book to Dumbledore, Travers motioned for him to open it and said, "Have you read "The Prediction of Tyco Dodonas"?"
"Many years ago."
"The man is cruelly exiled, the daughter is in deep despair." Travers read out the contents.
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore turned the pages casually.
"It is rumored that this prophecy refers to the Obscurus. They say that Grindelwald wants to..."
"I want to have a follower and come from a famous family. I've heard this rumor." Dumbledore's eyes were deep.
He seemed ready to continue his pretense to the end.
Travers said dissatisfied: "Wherever the Obscurial has been, Scamander will always appear to protect her."
"And you've also built a very small international network of contacts."
He tore apart almost all of Dumbledore's operations, and now Dumbledore finally stopped pretending to be confused.
"No matter how long you keep an eye on me and my friends, you will never discover the slightest hint of a fictitious rebellion plot, Travers."
Dumbledore said calmly and firmly: "Because we have the same goal, to defeat Grindelwald."
"But I warn you, such political suppression and force sanctions will only push his supporters into his arms."
Travers said angrily; "I'm not interested in your warning!"
Do you think I have to pester you?
Who says he doesn’t want power, yet builds an international network of contacts?
Who said he didn't know, but let Newt Scamander turn New York upside down?
Who is pretending to be confused while pretending to understand, and pretending that nothing happened while doing things that affect him?
Travers said bluntly: "Listen, I didn't even want to mention it because I don't like you."
...
