They were apparitioned in the square again.

Heading through the fog, Dumbledore inquired about Newt's Ministry of Magic.

"They still believe it's you," Newt said, "and send me to New York."

Dumbledore laughed, "You said it wasn't me?"

"Yes, although it is you." Newt received Dumbledore's message and went to Egypt for the next series of events.

Although Dumbledore told him that it was because of the Dumbledores' proximity to magical birds.

According to rumors of the Dumbledore family, when the Dumbledore family is desperate for help, the phoenix will come.

Dumbledore also gave the example of his great-grandfather who was said to have had a phoenix, but when his great-grandfather died, the phoenix flew away.

"Please excuse me, Professor, I don't believe this is the reason you told me about Thunderbird."

Newt was no longer the same Newt he had been fooled into school, and he asked, "What about the fire dragon? He's your arrangement, too?"

"Of course not."

The two of them walked and talked.

"I'm surprised, too, a talking dragon." Dumbledore glanced behind him, someone followed, he grabbed Newt's arm, and the two apparitions vanished.

Two figures appeared at the Victoria bus station.

"Credence in Paris, Newt." Dumbledore skipped the topic of the dragon and said, "He's looking for his true family, and I'm guessing you've heard rumors about his true identity?"

The real identity?

Newt was very honest and said, "No."

Dumbledore and Newt board a stopped bus.

After they sat down, Dumbledore said; "Pure-blood wizards speculate that he is the last bloodline of an important French family."

"The baby that people thought was missing."

Newt was shocked to hear the news.

An important family in France?

A raven's crest came to his mind.

Lestrange?

"Rita's brother?"

Rita Lestrange.

Newt's classmate when he was in school, and he was also the person he admired.

Of course, that's all in the past.

Now Rita is the fiancée of another Scamander, and Newt's heart has already run to the other girl.

"That's what they guessed."

Dumbledore did not deny his speculation, and continued, "Pure-blood or not, I do know that it is silently growing in a place where care is scarce."

"Like the dark twins, they treat their hosts as their own companions." Dumbledore advised Newt, "If Credence has a brother or sister who can replace Mooran, he may still be saved."

Dumbledore paused slightly, and the figure of another man came to his mind.

His own sister, Ariana Dumbledore.

There is not only guilt in my heart, but also regret.

If I had understood this truth, tragedy would not have been born.

"No matter where he is in Paris, either he is in danger or others are in danger."

"I don't know where he came from, but I have to find him, and I would rather you find him."

Credence reminds him of his sister and wants to make amends, but even more so to stop Grindelwald.

Dumbledore conjured up a business card out of thin air, and it was Nicol Lemay's business card.

He handed it to Newt.

Newt looked at the business card suspiciously.

After arranging everything, Dumbledore Phantasmaged and left.

Newt chased after you, after a while you chased yours and I walked mine.

Newt shouted, "Dumbledore, there's one more question."

Dumbledore stopped apparition.

Newt walked up quickly and asked, "Do you know the white-haired wizard?"

"Old man?"

"No, young man." Newt said, "He's the Silent One, and he has complete control over the Silent One."

Dumbledore looked surprised.

"He may have something to do with Creddon," Newt said, staring at Dumbledore, "and Grindelwald."

"I'm sorry, I've never had anyone like this in my memory."

Dumbledore thought that if he had known such a person in his youth, Ariana's tragedy might not have happened.

"White-haired wizard ......"

Dumbledore's desire to get away with it, as well as his precise grasp of Newt's psychology, allowed him to successfully compromise.

However, when Newt returned home, more things urged him to go to Paris.

...

Paris.

Hidden.

The circus is back here.

Credence grows stubble.

Inside the monster tent, Nagini knelt beside a large box, caressing her circus costume.

It's time for her to perform on stage again.

Credence seemed to have given up on being picked up by John, and he walked briskly towards Nagini.

Whispering through the fence, "Nagini."

"Credence." Nagini turned and walked over, and the two looked at each other across the fence.

"I know where she is." Credence said, "We're running away tonight."

Nagini was about to reply when the fat wizard walked into Nagini's tent and walked forward quickly.

"I told you to stay away from her, boy!" The fat wizard said viciously in a tone of disgust, "Did I give you a break? Go clean up the Kaba!"

With that, the fat wizard closed the curtain between them.

Credence looked up at the little fire dragon in its cage.

Tonight's circus extravaganza.

The circular stage is a large cage, and next to the cage, many drunks and wizards are watching.

The fat wizard Skander, as the host, said loudly, "Jesselai, in our little show of monsters and strange people, I'm going to introduce you......

"Bloodcursed orcs!"

He jerked the curtain open, and Nagini stood there in a snakeskin suit.

Seeing such a beautiful woman in the crowd, the men whistled and heckled loudly, and the drunken drunkards gave indecent insults from their mouths, as if this would make them orgasm in their skulls.

And in the crowd, the white-haired wizard had a kind of surprise in his eyes.

"Nagini?"

John stepped forward a little so that he could see better.

But after hearing Skander's words, the surprise in his eyes turned into endless killing intent.

"Once trapped in the jungles of Indonesia, she has a blood curse on her."

Skander shouted insults to the involuntary woman, "Such an inferior creature is only worthy of eternal life and eternal appearance in the form of a beast!"

Inferior creatures?

The killing intent in the white-haired wizard's eyes swept through a chill that made everyone feel creepy.

Even the fat wizard Skander is the same.

A drunken drunkard shuddered.

There was no more noise, and everyone was silent.

An indescribable feeling permeated the tent.

John took a deep breath and let out a low growl came out of his mouth.

Golden flames spread like smoke along his breath.

A dark-skinned man with a feathered hat on his head noticed him.

There was another person who also noticed the striking white.

"Is that him?" Tina sees John.

She immediately remembered the white-haired wizard who appeared in the subway station.

Tina was chasing Credence to the circus, and when she saw John, she immediately knew she was right.

She wanted to squeeze through the crowd.

At this time, the tent was on fire.

"It's on fire!"

Frightened great

Shouts came.

Interrupting Creddon's preparation to release the little fire dragon also caused Nagini to stop turning into a snake.

They were all surprised.

The crowd panicked, and the flames wrapped around the tent like a devil.

The person who touched it screamed, and there was an extra burn on the skin on his arm.

John resisted the urge to burn all the people who had seen Nagini's ugliness to death, and the black gas dissipated from the corner of his eye, and a hole appeared in the golden flames.

Those who were trapped immediately rushed over.

Stampeding, screaming, confusion.

Skander wanted to do something, and the cane in his hand turned into a large black snake and bit him down.

His blood was like a water balloon with a hole, constantly flowing out.

"Nagini!" Credence rushed out and grabbed Nagini's hand.

Nagini wondered, "Did you do that, Credence?"

"No, it's not me." Credence didn't have time to do it.

They want to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

John suppressed his excitement, and the flames sprang away as they were about to touch him.

A passage formed by a flame appears.

The cage melts quickly when touched.

Credence shielded Nagini, staring at where the flames were burning.

Suddenly, the flames opened.

John smiled and said, "Credence, I think I'm late."

His gaze turned to Nagini and he greeted him in a soft, gentle voice, "Hello, Nagini."

...