Pickcory stared at Grindelwald.

She didn't see fear or nervousness in the man's face, more like a comfort back to her own home.

"Keep an eye on him."

Pickcory gives orders to the Aurors.

The Ministers of Magic, who learned of Grindelwald's arrest, approached her with the intention of transferring Grindelwald to their country's prison.

Pickcock had to negotiate with those people for days.

The meaning of Grindelwald made her want to squeeze its value out.

Newspapers flew all over the sky.

Both Grindelwald's suitors and those who oppose him are watching this matter.

Including John.

He spends the money he sniffs and spends at a high-end clothing store.

"Sir, according to your request, it will take half a month to get dressed."

The clerk said beside John.

John nodded, "I'll pick it up in half a month, but I hope there will be some changes."

"On the neckline, add some decoration to me."

In this era, private customization burned money, and John negotiated with the store owner and left the clothing store.

It's been a week since Beauxbatons left, and Credence has been working as a circus handyman for more than a month.

John was in no hurry to get the people back, he went to the French hiding place.

This place resembles Diagon Alley and is the main trading place for French wizards.

Thanks to sniffing, John had the capital to squander overnight.

Well, thanks for the gift of sniffing.

Sitting in an open-air teahouse on a hidden street, John sipped black tea elegantly.

Opening the newspaper, he looked at the report on Grindelwald.

This is the influence of a generation of Dark Lords, even after being arrested for more than a month, it still maintains a very high level of heat and topic.

The director of the British Department of Magical Law Enforcement commented on the dangers of Grindelwald and the events in New York.

About the silent things, also on the page.

At this time, everyone felt that Silent was dead, and Credence was still safe for the time being.

However, how long this matter can be concealed is also a question.

After all, the Ministry of Magic is still quite useful in this era, not as mediocre as it was in the later Fudge period.

Using the gold to buy in a hidden place, John's handbag gradually bulged.

Newt, the pet of the hidden rich, is also a hidden rich.

Sniff the gold in that nest.

It's no wonder that some people feel that if they let sniff into their home, they will go bankrupt the next day.

This is a natural master of accumulating money, and whether it is legal or not is another matter.

Open your palm, and there was something crystal clear like a teardrop in your palm.

This is what he brewed after absorbing Credence's magic many times, a little ultra-high concentration of pure magic.

A drop of this thing can blow up ten wizards, and a cauldron of solids will make that.

Unlike the Mana Crystal, the magic of this thing is much more refined.

And it requires a special physique to absorb it, otherwise it is a powerful poison.

It can be said that the one who can use this is either a super strong wizard or an obscure person like John.

Storing pure mana, John wasn't the time to do flash.

"It's going to take a while for the clothes to be ready, and you can leave and go to that place during this time."

John was going to another place.

Azkaban.

His soul is not enough, and he has to go and restock it again.

Although there is a thousand-year-old soul here, there is no too much soul, only too little.

As the first to discover the power of the Dementors, John used the sins of his predecessors to complete his magic.

"I'm afraid I can't catch too much this time." He muttered to himself.

Toss the Dementors

If it's too ruthless, I'm afraid that the Dementors of my own time will also have problems.

He found a man in a stuffed hat with a shepherd's staff in an alley near the square where he was hidden.

He needed to smuggle it back.

...

Azkaban.

After that terrible disappearance, a legend circulated among the Dementors.

A legend about dragging Dementors into the dark.

Of course, it is only in a small area, and only among the Dementor community.

The Aurors didn't believe anything would take the Dementors.

The only known spell that works on Dementors is the Patronus Charm.

And all the Patronus Charm can do is drive away.

The Dementors were furious at the Ministry's lack of attention, but there was no other way for them to do so.

I can only make myself more cautious.

A Dementor is extraordinarily bold.

"Come on, that's too inferior, we're Dementors."

"So, you're so bold?"

"Of course, I'm super bold!"

After the Dementor finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was a Dementor patrolling, where did the second voice come from?

Suddenly, a clanging sound sounded.

The Dementor looked back, and a magical web of black threads opened.

Ah Wei ......

None.

...

Credence is working in the dark.

As the name suggests, the kind.

Because of his current status as a dead man, the kind that cannot be seen, he receives the lowest salary in the entire circus.

After the food expenses were deducted, his salary was not even as good as that of the house-elves at Hogwarts.

He did the dirtiest and most tiring work, helping Kaba clean up and cleaning up the feces for the little fire dragon.

The fat wizard boss also changed his previous kindness with John on the steamer, and warned Credence who was close to his cash cow with a vicious look.

"Go clean up Kaba!"

Clysden took a deep breath and watched with his fists clenched as the fat boss took the cash cow.

There was a flash of black air in his eyes, and he restrained himself.

John has been effective with his training, and he can control his strength.

He waited for John to pick him up, but John never came.

A voice in his heart told him that he had been abandoned.

It's like the one Grindelwald did, when he found that he was useless, he was abandoned.

But Credence avoided the voice, telling himself, "He's not like Grindelwald."

The voice in my heart said, "What's the difference? He told you it was a deal."

"No, he won't, he won't abandon me."

"Don't lie to yourself, Clydons, you're a man who is destined to be abandoned constantly."

"Shut up!"

"Recognize yourself, your parents abandoned you, Grindelwald used you, and so did he."

"He is the Silent One, he is my kind!"

"You're going to die, and what's worthless is garbage in their eyes."

He quarreled with the voice in his heart, and the black qi on his body became thicker and thicker.

He trembled in place, his eyes emitting a black aura.

"Credence."

A gentle voice woke him up, and he looked over.

Beautiful Asian woman in blue dress.

She called out softly to Clydons, tenderness in her eyes.

"Nagini."

Credence walked over and saw Nagini.

The two men touched their hands together across the fence.

"He made you a snake again?"

Nagini is the signature of this circus, how many people are

I came here because I wanted to see the legendary Blood Curse Orcs.

In the month or so he came, it was Nagini who was the first to redeem Credence's lonely soul.

"It's always been that way." Nagini said softly, "I'm used to it."

"I'll take you away," Credence said, clasping the hand, firmly, "I promise."

Nagini smiled.

Both are aliens and outcasts.

They depend on each other like birds each with one of their wings off.

...

Azkaban.

"That's enough."

John who was here again threw the red and white balls into his bag.

The bottle of holy white light was closed, and he absorbed the dark and cloudy curse into his right hand.

It took John a few days to get to Azkaban, and another few days to catch the Dementors.

Half a month had passed, and John had enough to offer.

Before leaving, John stopped.

"The despicable Helmo left the Dark Divine Book, so does Ixis, who is as evil as he is, leave something behind?"

He had seen the brutal experiments that Aixis had performed on the sailors.

Since there are experiments, there may be only one experiment left.

Unlike Helbe, Exis's use of souls can be seen in the Dementors.

It's even more crazy enough to let himself survive among the Dementors and incarnate into a curse.

Like Helbo, it is an alternative kind of eternal life.

...