Graves went to interrogate Newt, and the suitcase was placed in the office.

Suddenly, the box moved.

The not-so-good latch popped up, and the lid snapped open.

"He's really supposed to fix the lock."

"Roar—"

"Don't force me to petrify you again, Poison Leopard."

"Whew—"

John stepped out of the box and stretched.

"It's interesting inside, but the air outside seems better," John sniffed carefully, "I take that back, the air here isn't very good, and it smells unpleasant."

Some disgusted came to the door.

"Thorn."

As soon as he reached out and touched the doorknob, a spark erupted from there.

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

Taking two steps back, the door was kicked open.

...

in the hallway.

Rescuing Jacob, who is about to be cast the Oblivion Charm, Queenie takes him to find Newt's chest.

After several attempts failed to unlock the door with a lockpicking charm, Queenie was frustrated, "He must have used some kind of sophisticated spell to lock the door."

"Ahem."

Jacob moved his body and walked to the door to see left and right to see that no one was there.

He lifted his big foot and kicked the door open.

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

"Who?" Queenie suddenly said warily.

Jacob wondered, "There's no one here."

But Queenie had just heard something, like someone talking.

There was no time to think, so they quickly grabbed the box and ran out.

They also need to save people.

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

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

If Newt had noticed that an eighty-foot dragon was missing, he would have gone insane.

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

If, like before, a repair spell turns into a crushing spell, he's afraid to blow it up.

"It's all my own power."

John sighed.

Fortunately, he himself is a person with various abilities.

"Hopefully I'll be able to go back before they open the box."

...

Piercing sirens sounded in the Magic Congress.

Perhaps every Hogwarts person has the potential to cause trouble.

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

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

A tree protector opened the chains for him, and the other flew out like a yo-yo to save Tina, who was about to be consumed by a death potion.

The two men held hands and walked quickly out of death row.

In the hallway of death row, the Aurors who were alerted chased after him.

Newt unleashed the Winged Demon to knock down a few.

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

Newt and Tina are being pursued.

One of the Aurors saw that they were stubborn and waved his wand.

"Faint ......"

"Boom."

The Auror lost consciousness and fell.

Immediately after the second, 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 down.

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 their hands

, Queenie had an idea.

"Get in."

She opens the box and lets the three hide in so she can take the three out.

It's a very good idea.

Just as Jacob was about to go inside, 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, "Not you?"

"Alright Jacob, get in quickly."

Newt urged him, and Jacob walked into the box.

Tiny house in a box.

John knocked over an iron bucket as he fell, and he didn't care so much that he jumped out of the doorway with a hurdle movement.

As he ran, scales grew from the sides of his body.

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

The Hall of the Magical Congress.

Queenie walked briskly, carrying the box in her hand, trying to behave naturally.

...

"Well, I know it's a little tired."

Leaning against the rock, John said to the Thunderbird, "But nothing happened, did it?"

Thunderbirds wave their wings.

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

"Ahh

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

"Don't, don't be afraid," Newt reassured, "it's the Shadow of the Destruction, a good fire dragon."

"The shadow of extinction, the destruction of the world?"

Tina wanted to say that the name didn't sound friendly.

"Hey, Shadow of the World." Jacob greeted John.

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

"Really?"

Jacob touched his round belly suspiciously, feeling that the credibility of the sentence was doubtful.

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

"Yes, he will," Newt said as he walked over with Tina, "this is Miss Goldstein."

"Tina, Tina Goldstein."

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

Seeing that John did not attack herself, she gradually became bolder.

"Hello, Tina Goldstein."

John stretched out his huge dragon claw and stopped in front of Tina, who had the courage to reach out and carefully grasp the sharp dragon claw.

"Nice to meet you."

Tina breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the box was opened, and the voice of her sister Queenie rang out.

"It's safe."

Three people were called out.

John's body shrunk back into human form, rubbed his neck and said, "Keep sleeping on the rocks, I feel like my neck is going to break."

"Let's hope Newt gets my wand back soon."

He didn't want to be raised as a fire dragon for the rest of his life.

Although you can bully and bully the cystic leopard, it is also a little too boring.

"Re-collision?" Taking out four rune snake eggs from his bag, John thought thoughtfully.

The effect of the previous taboo collision caused by the flash was successful.

But now his conditions, to collide again, need to have enough magic and soul.

It's not impossible to make another trip to Azkaban, but it's a bit time-consuming.

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

When the soul is there, so is the time.

John glanced at the hourglass that was full of sands.

This is what he harvested at the pyramid earlier.

Now all that's left is enough magic.

"Powerful magical collisions can also be used by me."

John touched his chin and wondered what he was going to do

Get back.

Something appeared in his head.

"Silently." John muttered.

...

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

A guy is putting up a poster there promoting the next ***.

Secretary of Security of the Magical Congress of America, Graves Apparition is here.

He walked straight up to the man, his tone and attitude urgent.

"Credence, did you find the kid?"

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

Credence was impatient in the face of a cowering squib, but still pretended to be calm.

His voice, with false concern and love, said, "Show me."

Credence whimpered and trembled.

He was scared, and bad memories got into his brain.

He almost fled.

Graves took his hand and examined it closely, and it was covered with bright red scars from Credence's adoptive mother's beating.

His adoptive mother was an extreme anti-wizard who went out of her way to promote the dangers of wizards everywhere and invite people to join them.

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

Graves said in a gentle, unheard tone Credence had never heard before, "Shhhh

Graves' thumb stroked the scars in a demagogic voice, "The sooner we find the child, the sooner you can leave the pain where it belongs."

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

He pulled out a necklace with circles, vertical lines, and triangles from his pocket, and handed it to Credens, who seduced him in a deep, hoarse voice, "I want you to take this, Credence."

"It's rare for me to trust people so much." Placing the necklace around Credence's neck, he whispered meaningfully, "Very little."

"But you, you're different."

As Credence hesitated, Graves pulled himself closer with his hands around his neck.

Credence gradually falls, and is gradually led into a beautiful dreamy trap woven by Graves.

"That's done, you'll be respected, wizards will respect you," Graves struck Credence's defenses with warmth, pulling him into his arms so that he couldn't leave the skin-to-skin kiss.

"Forever respected."

The familiar Deathly Hallows emblem hung around Credence's neck.

Shaking and emanating.

It's sinking.

...