John leaned back on the table and glanced at Credens.

Seeing him crying, John sighed.

"Credence."

Credence looked up slowly.

"Are you after your family, or is it the truth?"

Family or the truth?

Credence couldn't tell what happened today that it was only one step away from the truth.

"If your family's condition for re-admitting you is for you to leave Nagini," John walked over and stared into Credence's eyes, "Will you accept it?"

"No, it won't be like this......

John said lightly, "Bloodcursed orcs, listen to the name, they don't even want to call her a witch."

The Blood Cursed Orcs were exhibited as exhibits, along with the Fantastic Beasts, and were displayed by the circus.

Credence couldn't say it, because it was clear to him that during these months John was telling the truth.

"Family and Nagini ......" Clydons looked up at Nagini and saw that worried face, and he was torn into a choice.

John didn't rush, he wanted to see if this was worthy of sympathy, or help.

Originally, he had a trading relationship with Creddons, and he could have completed his deal and left.

But not now, John glanced at Nagini who was looking at Credence intently.

John knew how much suffering Nagini would suffer in the future.

He doesn't leave his friends with regrets.

But only if Credence is a man worth saving.

You could say that Slytherin was selfish and didn't have the self-sacrificing spirit of Gryffindor.

But if you have a friend, you want him to be a Slytherin.

Because of their selfishness and narrow-mindedness, they can only help those they care about.

John could never have been a saint in his life, he had all the qualities that a Slytherin should have.

If one day his friend becomes a silent person, he will not lock people up for fear of hurting others.

Instead, he tried everything he could to save his friends.

He waited quietly for Credence's answer.

I thought I would wait a long time, but I didn't think about it, Credence looked away from each other, and said without hesitation, "I choose Nagini."

"You're right, but I don't want to give up looking for my family."

Credence stopped curling up and slowly got up.

"My family is already my obsession, I want to know why they abandoned me, I just need an answer."

He spoke so loudly that even Nagini was unusually shy.

John smiled and handed the wand to Credence.

"In that case, from now on, every drop of your magic is mine."

Credence took it in a daze, not understanding why.

But John didn't explain it to him, just let him do it.

Finding that Credence's magic was a little slow to unleash, John simply used psychic magic to speed him up.

This made Credence languishing overnight.

Nagini was distressed, but John was not.

He placed the wand that glowed again on the crucible, and poured mana into it to make it boil quickly.

Eventually, the liquid in the crucible solidified, leaving only a colorless drop of liquid in the crystal.

"Reducto"

The solid cracked and exploded, leaving only a drop of colorless liquid floating in mid-air.

With a wave of John's wand, Credence crished in pain, a trail of blood on the back of his hand.

The blood flew towards John, and gradually changed under the pull of the wand.

John sliced through his palm, merging with the blood.

The golden blood wound around it, and finally turned into a pendant.

In the center of the Ouroboros pendant, red blood and colorless potions are intertwined

Wander and spin, but no one will touch anyone.

John threw it to Credence.

"Even if you die, wear it in the tomb."

Glancing at Credence, who was overwhelmed by the pendant, John said calmly, "Our deal is done."

"You're leaving?" Credence said anxiously.

"Nope."

Credence was about to smile, but John said lightly, "Don't worry about this day."

He was still leaving.

Credence was disappointed, and he asked with luck; "Can we still meet?"

"I said so, Credence," John's wand tapped on the table, quickly packing up the contents, "the choice is yours."

"It's that I'm not strong enough." Credence understood John's words.

His mood at the moment is even more uncomfortable than yesterday.

Looking up again, John was gone.

...

Rumor has it that Credence is the last bloodline of that ancient French pure-blood family.

Not only did they think so, but even Dumbledore believed it a little.

Travers, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, led the Aurors in search of Dumbledore.

Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Dumbledore was teaching.

There is an open space in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by students.

They were enjoying the scene in front of them with great interest.

The big boy in Gryffindor's robe prepares for the battle, and his appearance and body look like Gryffindor's Comike McLagan, presumably McLagan's relative.

Going in circles with him was their teacher, Dumbledore.

Although the boy is full of confidence, the wizard he faces is the only existence in the world that can compete with Grindelwald.

Almost in a flash, the boy was knocked out and landed on the soft couch that Dumbledore had conjured up.

The boy's bewildered expression was full of comic, which made the class burst into laughter.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Travers brought Theseus, Rita, and the Aurors into the classroom.

A female professor scolded him for his trespassing, and Travers, who was already unhappy with the school's acceptance of funds from the Ministry of Magic but self-government, said, "I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and I have the right to go wherever I want."

He glanced at the students in the classroom and ordered, "Get out."

If it's somewhere else, it might work.

But this is the school, Dumbledore's territory.

The students didn't move until Dumbledore spoke, "Please all go out with the professor."

Only one person remained, and that was McLagan, who said to Travers, "He's our best teacher."

Dumbledore said, "Thank you, McLagan."

"Get out!" Whatever McLagan meant, this greatly annoyed Travers.

McLagan went out.

Travers looked at Dumbledore with fear in his eyes.

A teacher allows these students to defend themselves on their own, and there is a tendency to disobey the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of his purpose today, Travers suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

He gets straight to the point: "Newt Scamander in Paris."

Dumbledore pretended to be confused and said, "Really?"

"Stop pretending," Travers snorted, "I know you let him go."

"If you've had the privilege of teaching him," Dumbledore shrugged, "you'll know that Newt is a man who doesn't listen to orders."

This attitude made Travers extremely unhappy, and he hated this kind of pretending to be confused.

Tossing a small book to Dumbledore, Travers motioned for him to open it, saying, "Have you read The Prediction of Tyco Dodonus?"

"Many years ago."

"The boy was brutally exiled, and the daughter was in deep despair." Traverse read out the contents.

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore flipped casually.

"Rumor has it that this prophecy refers to the Silent One, and they say Grindelwald wants to ......."

"I want a follower, and I come from a famous family, I've heard this rumor." Dumbledore's eyes were deep.

He seemed ready to play the trick to the end.

Travers complained, "Wherever the Silent have been, Scamander will always appear to protect her."

"And you've built a very small international network."

He had torn apart almost all of Dumbledore's operations, and now Dumbledore finally didn't pretend to be confused.

"No matter how long you spy on me and my friends, you won't find the slightest plot of rebellion, Travers."

Dumbledore said calmly and firmly, "Because our goal is the same, to defeat Grindelwald."

"But warn you, such political repression and armed sanctions will only push his supporters into his arms."

Travers exasperated; "I'm not interested in your warning!"

Do you think I'm going to have to pester you?

Who said they didn't want power, but they built an international network.

Who said he didn't know, but let Newt Scamander turn New York upside down!

Who is pretending to be confused, doing things that affect and pretending that nothing happened!

Travers said bluntly, "Listen, I didn't want to mention it because I don't like you."

...