The basic principles of alchemy, equivalent exchange.

What you need, you have to pay.

Credence survived, and John kept his promise.

And at the price, Credence was almost squeezed dry.

The glowing wand was like a glow stick, and in John's hands, it was almost impossible to see his face.

Credence huddled in the corner, looking like he couldn't get a drop out of the black work.

"Do you remember that feeling?" John tossed his wand at random, tucking it into his pocket.

"That's magic flowing through the body, and if the control of an ordinary wizard is a faucet, then you are a broken hole."

Walking over and picking up Credence with one hand, John uses Apparition.

Again, they appear in an empty church.

The prostrated Credence was tossed aside by John.

"You need to learn to be in control, for your own sake, for your family's sake, I can't be by your side every time to supervise you."

A crucible was there, and John walked over and drew his wand, and the glowing wand tapped into the crucible.

The magic stored in the wand was released, and the otherwise calm crucible instantly boiled, and a single drop of the tumbling liquid could cause a big explosion.

He took out a rune snake egg and threw it in, and in a simple and crude way, the crucible emitted an unpleasant smell.

The glowing wand gradually returns to normal as the mana is absorbed.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Credence propped himself up and looked at John, who was brewing potions there, "You've absorbed the magic three times."

"Yes, that's going to stop you from going berserk, isn't it?" John stirred the pot without looking back, and said casually, "If you don't release your magic power, you will die, and if you release too much your magic power, you will die, you are destined to die."

Credence looked gloomy, "Don't I have a third choice?"

"Control yourself, keep your emotions at a threshold, and you can live a little longer." John uttered an incomprehensible incantation to the cauldron, like the singing of an elf, ethereal and graceful.

The boiling cauldron gradually subsided, and the potion on it began to solidify.

The solidified potion resembled a crystal, with a drop of clear liquid swaying slightly.

After dealing with this, John turned back to face the lost Credens.

"You're going to France, and we can leave tomorrow."

Credence's birth permit states where he was born, which is why he went to France.

He wanted to figure out who he was and find his family.

In John's opinion, there was not much point in doing so.

After all, he was not picked up, but sent.

The family has given up on him.

Seeing Credence lost, a trace of black gas emanating from his body, John walked over and handed him his wand.

"Is it worth it?"

Yes, giving up might have allowed him to live longer, and Credence chose his family.

With Credence in his current situation, the excitement of seeing his family could kill him.

After many emotional catharsis, Credence has gradually shaken off his previous submissive personality.

Hearing John's words, he lowered his eyes and took his wand.

As soon as the wand was in hand, it began to absorb the power of Credence, and the black qi shifted direction into the wand.

He's like a big power bank, and the wand is the battery.

John made a small change to the wand that allowed the wand to store mana.

During the few days of his stay, Credence was silently about to go berserk, and John used this method to suppress his strength.

Not every Silent One is John Wick.

Their fate is often even more tragic.

"I know a girl."

John sat next to Credence and looked up at the Colored Madonna holding the baby

Image.

"She was hurt at the age of six, and she became an obsessive being."

"Her mother was killed by her powers, and she was left to live with her two older brothers."

"Her eldest brother is very clever and a very gifted wizard, and her second brother is slightly inferior and is an impatient person."

"Then she also died, under her brother's childish squabbles," John said calmly, "and the eldest brother wanted to take her away and hide, as if he were hiding a secret, a secret that he did not see."

"In this way, her eldest brother does not have to be afraid, when her sister will go berserk and kill the civilians around her, she can be truly free and free from her shackles."

Hearing this, Credence slowly looked up at John and asked, "Her eldest brother doesn't love her?"

"Love her, but she's a burden, a shackle," John shook his head slightly, "she's alive, like a bomb, and her eldest brother, a saint, loves her, and loves the world even more."

"His love for her, out of brotherly duty, out of moral bondage."

Speaking of which, the expression on John's face was somewhat complicated.

"Wizards are only afraid of the silent, and even relatives will be terrified by this uncertainty."

"What about you?" Credence stared at John, a wizard smaller than himself, "You're the Silent One too."

"Me? I'm different," John said with a dumb smile, in a voice that was both proud and reasonable, "I am stronger than all of them."

"The wizard is an outlier of the No-Maj, and the Silent is an outlier of the wizard, Credence." John turned his head to meet those eyes and said softly, "You can be strong and cruel, not weak and kind."

Because that kindness is often the root of constant torture of oneself.

His words, unraveling Credence's fantasies about his family, began to think.

If your own family really loves you, why should you abandon yourself?

Send yourself to that second Salem of hell.

A wizard who sends his children to the place where the anti-wizard is.

Credence spent half of his time under the poison of his adoptive mother, a cruelty that did not change until he broke out to kill her.

For his family, he is full of longing and hazy, and even more afraid.

He was a fragile child, and when he came into contact with Grindelwald's disguised Graves, that warmth, even with purpose, made him sink.

Desperately lacking love, suddenly shining a little light.

But it wasn't light, it was a kind of exploitation, a more cruel punishment.

"What's her name?" Credence asks the girl who is just like herself.

"Ariana, Ariana Dumbledore."

John stood up, and Credence suddenly asked, "Are you going to use me too?"

"Yes," John nodded honestly, "I need your strength, and the power within you is unmatched, Credence."

Like a child who was afraid of abandonment, Credence whispered, "You found me useless and gave up on me?"

He was afraid that John would be the next Grindelwald again, and his heart was filled with fear, and the joy of finding his fellow kind was occupied by fear.

He lacks love, whether it is family affection or friendship, he does not want to give up.

Staying by John's side, he felt like a brother.

Although John's appearance seems younger than himself, his maturity makes Credence think of him as an older brother.

For many days, John had used him to help suppress Silence.

John glanced at him and said lightly, "Then you are so strong that I can't give up on you, and the choice is you, not me, Credence."

"I will keep my promise, and after I go to France, I need to leave for a while."

The wand in Credence's hand lit up instantly, and he was too emotional.

"Don't worry," John shrugged, "just to find something."

His words let

Credence stabilized, and his wand was half-lit.

Thinking of John's words, he wanted to make a little more effort to show his worth.

His face was a little pale and the magic was quickened to pour into his wand, and John walked over and snatched it away.

"I need your strength, not your life." After a reprimand for Credence, John turned to leave.

Credence looked at his back, his curled body stretching on the bench.

O gentle and mighty king.

...

In order to get on a cruise ship, John can be said to have hollowed out his sniffing family.

Well, that's right.

Newt's sniffing stared at the half-empty nest and cried, Newt couldn't even coax it.

Hunting geese all day long and being pecked by geese.

Who would have thought that Sniff would also be stolen one day.

After hearing this, Newt replaced Sniff's nest with a safe, and Sniff's biggest job was to guard against the Tree Guard.

Because among so many magical beasts, the Tree Guard pot will open the lock.

...