"You're willing to kill Al for me?"

Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, his eyes just as scrutinizing.

"Of course, as long as you can afford it, Gail." John didn't shy away from meeting those eyes.

"You used to be close."

"It's us, Joel."

Grindelwald walked towards John, who was now taller and older.

Staring at the young face, Grindelwald said, "Power reigns."

"It's an equivalent exchange now," John reached out and tapped the Blood Pact that Grindelwald was wearing on his chest, and smiled lightly, "You shouldn't be able to do it yourself, right?"

Grindelwald quietly lowered his eyes and glanced at the Blood Alliance.

He looked at John for a long time, then smiled, "I know you wouldn't do that, Joel."

"You want more than just the Elder Wand, do you?" Grindelwald's eyes were deep, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just a passerby," said John, "and you want Credence, why?"

"Don't tell me, you expect him to kill Dumbledore."

John's mocking words made Wolfgang frown.

He looked at Grindelwald and didn't have a seizure.

Grindelwald chuckled, "Why not? What about you, and what is your purpose? Approach the kid."

"Kill Dumbledore, ha," John chuckled inexplicably, "unless Dumbledore sends his neck to him."

"I don't deny Credence's power, but wizard duels are more than magic," John said lightly, "Skill and combat quality are all indispensable."

"You use a huge block of copper and a small bullet, and the effect is the same, they are all killing."

"Lifting a copper block exhausts physical strength, and firing a bullet requires only a small pull of the trigger."

John stared at Grindelwald and said, "Tell me, why?"

"Indeed, he can't kill Dumbledore in a head-to-head battle." "But his potential ......" Grindelwald said.

"His potential? It's a good joke," John scoffed, "how long do you think he'll live?"

"Three years? Five years? Or ten years?"

"Do you think he can live long enough to face Dumbledore?"

John stared at Grindelwald and said seriously, "Don't be a riddler with me, Gail."

"His origins." Grindelwald was silent for a moment, then said, "You should notice the little bird next to him."

Birdie?

John took a deep breath, "Don't tell me, he's Dumbledore's son."

Grindelwald didn't speak, and John looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Why do you always have to catch the scourge of the poor children of Dumbledore?"

This sentence reminded Grindelwald of bad memories.

He looked at John in silence and asked, "What would you have done if I hadn't left in 1899?"

"You won't have an answer, history has no ifs."

John walked to the door and opened it, and said unceremoniously, "If you don't trade with me, then please leave."

Grindelwald walked away without saying a word.

Wolfgang said unexpectedly, "Shall we not do it?"

"No, he won't spoil us," Grindelwald looked back from downstairs, "he's a passerby."

In this moment, he understood a lot.

Wolfgang had become accustomed to the behavior of his boss Riddler, and no one knew he didn't understand as long as he didn't speak.

"I think I've seen far enough, Joel."

Grindelwald stepped forward, "We should go and see if that boy can stand the test."

The figures of two men disappeared into the street.

John stared at them from upstairs.

"Dumbledore......

He closed his eyes and pondered the answer to his question.

Apparently Albus Dumbledore would not have had a son.

If it was Albus Dumbledore's son, then Grindelwald should now attack Hogwarts.

In this way, it was the other members of Dumbledore.

"At this age, Dumbledore's father would have died a long time ago, so there was only one left...... Goat Boy."

John opened his eyes, he hadn't seen anything like a proprietress in the Pig's Head Tavern.

"Did you find it, Grindelwald?"

Grindelwald's guess was good, even if John knew that Grindelwald was calculating Credence, he wouldn't and couldn't stop it.

That's a smart guy.

He had seen that John was not of this world.

That's why it's unscrupulous.

Let John see how he accomplished his great deeds.

"Nagini, are you like that, gradually turning into a snake?"

John could already guess what was going on.

Credence is targeted by Grindelwald, while Nagini ......

When she recalls meeting Nagini, she had turned into a snake.

She lost her beloved, her only family.

And the possibility of all this comes from the babies abandoned by the Dumbledleds.

The black gas echoed in John's eyes, and he said coldly, "You really make me sick, Dumbledore."

First Ariana, then Credence.

It was the first time he had laid out the headmaster's disgust.

Under the bright and great image, it is an escape from the sister of the silent one.

Verbal love, he only gave Grindelwald, or Grindelwald when he was young.

...

Credence meets the man who gave himself to Barrybon.

Irma Dugard.

When they saw each other, Credence was puzzled.

It was a half-elf woman.

Again, not Credence's mother.

"I'm not your mother, I'm just a servant." Irma smiled and looked Credence up and down, and said, "You were a beautiful baby then, and now you're a handsome young man, and I've always missed you."

Credence's heart shuddered, and the wand in his pocket glowed slightly.

"They...... Why don't you want me anymore?"

When he asked this, Nagini felt Credence's uneasy heart and squeezed his hand hard.

"Why is your name on the adoption papers?"

There were too many questions, and Credence wanted to know why he was abandoned.

What did you do wrong to be abandoned by your family.

Nagini felt the aura of danger, and she became uneasy.

As a blood-cursed orc, while she was lost, she also gained a sense of danger that was different from ordinary people.

A hunter is quietly watching the prey in the field.

Credence and Irma didn't notice it.

Irma said, "I have given you to Mrs. Barrebone because she should be able to take care of you."

Credence also wanted to ask.

But fate wouldn't let him speak.

A man popped out of the black wall.

Hunter hired by the British Ministry of Magic, Grimson.

He didn't hesitate, a green glow shot out of his wand, tearing the sheets and clothes.

The sound of the body falling to the ground was heard, Credence vanished, and Nagini screamed.

Grimson thought he had a chance of winning.

But when he looked up, black smoke swirled around the ceiling.

It was Irma, the servant, who fell.

Credence was overwhelmed by anger, and the avatar swooped down silently.

Grimson has a capital of being hated, and his iron armor spell turns into a hemispherical shape to cover himself.

Leave it to yourself

However, the dense attack like bullets could not be broken.

Credence broke through the attic and was about to attack Grimson, but he saw the other party smile, and the phantom vanished.

Turning back from obscurity, Credence looked at the corpse sadly.

He pulled out his wand that glowed in his pocket, and the grief in his heart attacked his sensitive and fragile heart.

Nagini hugged him slowly.

...

Grimson, who has completed his mission, waits in a gloomy alley.

Grindelwald appeared in front of him.

The British Ministry of Magic thought it was a clever decision, but it was actually extremely stupid.

Grimson was already a Grindelwald man.

For the greater good.

...

Filled with frustration and sadness, Credence and Nagini returned to the safe house.

John raised his hand without looking back, and the wand from Credence's pocket flew into his hand.

"What happened to you?" John rebrewed a pot of potions.

The wand flicked away, and the magic inside made the cauldron boil.

"Family? Or is it an enemy?" John asked nonchalantly.

Credence whispered, "I almost knew the truth."

John was noncommittal.

Credence was like a child who had found an adult, huddled in a corner and told the story of the day.

Nagini comforted him.

...