"Let me think about where he experiments."

The island was originally the territory of Aixis, but it was discovered after his death that it officially became the Azkaban prison.

The Ministry of Magic must have carefully examined this dangerous and cursed place, and if it did, it would have been taken away or destroyed by the Ministry of Magic.

It seems that there is nothing left for Ixis.

But.

John stared at the water lapping in the cave.

"I remember seeing water."

A thought flashed through his mind, and John walked towards the water.

If there really is a place that the Ministry of Magic can't inspect, then this is the only possibility under the sea.

Changing out of the dragon's lungs, John swam a few hundred meters in one go.

Finally, when half of the air in his lungs was consumed, John saw a ship sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Oddly enough, there were no sails on board, as well as rudders.

It is better to say that it is a boat, but it is better to say that it is a sealed jar.

Patting a fish that was close to him away, John finds the entrance.

It was a broken door, filled with seawater.

Some white bones and various silverware sank inside.

The shackles used to bind them and the hooks that have rusted from the erosion of the sea.

It turns out that there are all kinds of magic here, and because of the passage of time, the magic is invalid.

The fish and the parasites make their home in it.

John searched for a while and found a cupboard.

Sealed inside was a variety of parchment full of records.

However, the sea water hurts these things so much that some of them are even washed away.

John pulled out his wand a little and let the cupboard swim out with him.

Waiting until the surface surfaced, John inspected the contents of the cupboard.

"Experiment Logbook." He stared at the parchment.

A cupboard full of records, how many people did Aixis harm?

Use magic to dry all the parchment.

Thankfully, parchment paper is more durable than regular paper.

The handwriting on it is also made with special ink.

"Every dark wizard is a mad scientist."

It's a place where horrific experiments are recorded, but it's also the brainchild of the wisdom of Ixis.

"I once met the Dream Demon." John stared at the contents of one of the parchments and muttered softly.

"Dream Demon?"

John came face to face with Axis for the first time, when he took on the form of Ambrosius.

"He's seen Ambrosius? No, Merlin, I should say."

In the entire wizarding world, the only person who can be called a god is Merlin.

Legend has it that Merlin is the son of the Dream Demon.

It was a being that could enter other people's dreams, and Merlin was the son of the Dream Demon.

There is also a legend that Merlin was the child of the elves and the Dream Demon.

If there really is an immortal wizard, then it can only be one person.

Merlin.

"Ambrosius, whom I know, spent a thousand years in the dragon field and finally drained his soul," he muttered to himself, "and who did he meet?"

John met his senior, and it was he who told him that Merlin wasn't just a man.

"And the Witcher World." John pondered, "Which Merlin was that?"

It doesn't matter if it's Dumbledore or Grindelwald.

They are all far less mysterious than Merlin.

The magic god of the wizarding world.

John pulled his thoughts back and snapped his fingers.

The parchment paper in the cupboard is neatly arranged, flying up and scattered, occupying the entire cave space.

John waved his wand again, and the parchments quickly converged in front of John.

Thousands of pieces of parchment were stacked in front of them, shrinking in size until they became a book.

John looked at the blank book cover, thought for a moment and said, "

Let's call it "Axis, Crazy Talk."

...

The name of the book appears on the book cover.

The cabinets exploded and scattered to the bottom of the sea.

The copy of "Aixis, Crazy Talk" was picked up and put in a small bag.

John was delayed for a long time.

"Maybe Diagon Alley will allow me to get to Paris faster."

With wings growing on his back, John didn't want to fly for a few more days.

He flew towards London.

...

London.

There are far more rainy days in this place than sunny days.

There is still unmelted snow on the streets.

John's Apparition is back here.

He appears in Diagon Alley, next to a wizarding world post office.

John glanced at it, and his steps stopped.

He stared at the owl flying out, and an idea popped into his head.

"I can't set an anchor in the past, so let the future be set."

As soon as the idea came to mind, it began to grow like crazy.

John muttered to himself, "I'll try again when I'm done with Credence."

The current conditions were not sufficient, and John took a deep look at the Owl Post Office.

He makes his way to the Portkey and meets Malfoy's men on the way.

What?

Why is it confirmed that it's Malfoy?

The trademark white blonde hair and the arrogant expression of the underdog, and he likes to dress in black.

The evidence was enough for John to confirm that it was someone from the Malfoy family.

After all, Malfoy's genes are strong, and almost all generations have been carved out of the same demeanor.

I just don't know which of Draco's elders that Malfoy is.

Next to Malfoy, a man in his twenties with black hair, was talking to him.

Pale face and dark golden eyes.

The man whispered to Malfoy.

"You should continue to make an impact."

"I've taken a big risk by doing so." Malfoy said.

The man chuckled and said meaningfully, "How do I think you seem to be cheating on me?"

Malfoy smiled awkwardly, and jealousy flashed in his eyes, "How could it be."

"Grindelwald will change the world, and the Malfoys need to choose a good team." The man stood up and put on his hat.

To Malfoy, it sounded like a warning.

Malfoy snorted.

Grindelwald's notion was different from pureblood supremacy, and what he sought was a revolution, a reform that changed the wizarding lifestyle.

And what Malfoy and other pure-blood families want is to make pure-blood supreme.

They had different philosophies, and Grindelwald had killed purebloods.

"Grindelwald can't give purebloods the right place, you'll be spit on by purebloods, Edgar." Malfoy also gave his own advice, to his friend, who was related to him.

"Grindelwald, the light I seek," the man pressed the brim of his hat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm willing to die for him."

How can a person who has never been afraid of death be afraid of the spurning of purebloods?

...

Paris.

I don't know when it began, but it seems to be equated with romance.

Those who come on vacation are looking forward to meeting a romantic love.

John also met, but not romantic, but was forced to go.

Picking up the clothes he had ordered at the clothing store, John looked at the three stars on his collar and nodded in satisfaction.

"Please walk slowly."

The shopkeeper himself came to see John off the door, with a smile on his face.

This customer is generous and clear, not as vague and abstract as others, and is the tailor's favorite customer.

John bowed slightly.

Walking into a corner where no one was looking, he stuffed the neatly packed box of clothes into his small bag.

Heading to the hiding place, he searched for the circus that had arrived.

"Circus? They're gone." A beautiful lady in a flower shop told John.

John was lost in thought, uncertain, "You mean, that circus went on tour?"

"Yes, they're gone, and it's going to take a few months to tour Europe."

Perhaps for John's good-looking sake, the proprietress told John the news for free.

In return, John left the florist with a bouquet of daisies.

"So...... I have to wait until they come back?"

The plan couldn't catch up with the change, and John Ben wanted to squeeze Credence dry, but he didn't expect the circus to tour directly and leave.

It's also John's fault, he didn't know the specific plan when he sent people to the circus to work in the dark.

It's more about giving Credence a place to hide his identity.

Even he can't arrange everything in detail.

This caused Credence to leave Paris again in a daze and go to another country.

"Alright, just take advantage of this time to prepare."

John was helpless, he first needed to find a place where he could stay.

The wizarding world is not suitable for his concealment, so the place of residence needs to start with the Muggle world.

...