Chapter 527：

Among the fallen, John stood tall.

He started walking slowly.

A pair of eyes always follows him.

John looked at the owner of his eyes. Graves had an incomprehensible expression on his face.

John smiled slightly, opening and closing his lips.

"Long time no see, Gale."

At this moment, the man who had hidden his identity understood that he had been exposed.

But what surprised and pondered him was why the old friend he met again remained the same as before.

In the years since he left Godric's Hollow, the man had searched for traces of the white-haired wizard several times, but he had found no whereabouts.

It was as if he had never appeared in this world, with no origin and no past.

Unparalleled talent and full of mysteries.

Until today, he saw the white-haired wizard again who had not changed at all.

A man who was also full of wisdom thought of a possibility.

John waved to him, turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared without a trace.

John's departure made Graves focus again on the group of fools who ruined his own good.

"A bunch of idiots, do you know what you just did?" Graves was furious.

Piccolo came out from behind the Aurors, her tone strong and full of doubts about Graves' behavior.

"It was I who ordered the killing of the Obscurial, Mr. Graves."

Graves was deeply angered by their actions and was just a few steps away from possessing the Obscurial.

Only a little bit away, you can implement your own plan.

Just like when I tried to take Al away.

Just a little bit, just a little bit worse!

He took a deep breath and said in an extremely sarcastic tone: "Yes, history will record it, Your Excellency."

"What happens here is unreasonable and ruthless!"

Piccolo retorted: "He is responsible for the death of a No-Maj, nearly exposing all wizards, and violating our sacred laws!"

"That law makes me like a rat in the gutter!"

"The law requires us to hide our true selves!"

"That law will make those under its jurisdiction cower in fear, lest our identities will be exposed!"

"Your Excellency, Mr. Chairman," Graves' sharp gaze swept across the audience, "I want to ask you, who is this law going to protect?"

"Is it us? Or them?"

His question left the Aurors speechless. Graves turned and left, sneering: "I don't want to grovel anymore."

Such thoughts, such words.

Just like Grindelwald who was acting crazy in Europe.

Peak Core noticed the clue and ordered the Aurors to arrest Graves.

When Graves walked deep into the platform, a wall of white light blocked his way.

Impatience and impatience appeared on his face, and after thinking for a while.

He turned around with a grin.

The war began.

The Aurors of the Magical Congress kept shooting out spells, and these spells were like children's play in front of powerful wizards.

Graves moved his wand and made several Aurors fall down.

Newt saw the situation at this time, and immediately used the curse of the Winged Demon to block Graves, and threw out a rope of supernatural light to tie Graves behind his back.

Tina also took action to summon the fallen wand into her hand.

Graves, who had lost his wand and was bound, had hatred in his eyes.

Newt had long suspected his identity, and the Appearance Spell revealed Graves' true identity.

A head of platinum hair and heterochromatic eyes.

This is the picture that appears on the wanted posters of all the major Ministry of Magic.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald, who had regained his original appearance, was still arrogant, and he said scornfully: "You think you can lock me up?"

Pi Ke Rui knew the danger of this man.

"We will do our best, Mr. Grindelwald."

The battle came to an end, and Queenie and Jacob came here with Newt's box.

Newt looked out at the lit sky, where the small remaining portion of Obscurus flew away.

And outside.

On a tall building outside the subway station.

John stood on it, putting one hand in his pocket.

"Where do you want to go?"

He looked at Credence, who was curled up on the rooftop. The ouroboros on his wrist saved his life.

Credence's body was trembling, and the scene of being blown to pieces and dying just now lingered in his mind.

Hearing the question, Credence raised his head.

"I'm going to France."

The thunderbird flew out of the broken subway and entered the clouds.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and a heavy rain fell.

John's wand blew up the wind and blocked the rain.

"If you can make people forget unpleasant things, Newt, your Potions must be very good."

After tasting the ingredients of the rainwater, John said casually: "Then go to France."

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Chapter 543 Hello, power bank

The basic principle of alchemy, equivalent exchange.

What you need to get, you have to pay the price.

Credence survived, and John kept his promise.

As a price, Credence was almost drained.

The glowing wand was like a bright fluorescent stick, and in John's hand it was almost impossible to see his face.

Credence huddled in the corner, looking like he couldn't get out of his dirty work.

"Remember that feeling?" John casually threw the wand away and stuffed it into his pocket.

"That's when magic flows through the body. If the control of an ordinary wizard is a faucet, then you are an opening."

Walking over and picking up Credence with one hand, John used Apparition.

Appearing again, they appeared in an empty church.

The exhausted Credence was thrown aside by John.

"You should learn to control. For your own sake and your family's sake, I can't be by your side to supervise you every time."

A crucible was placed there. John walked over and took out his wand, and the glowing wand lit the crucible.

The magic power stored in the wand is released, and the originally calm crucible boils instantly. A drop of the rolling liquid can cause a big explosion.

Take out a rune snake egg and throw it in. This is a simple and crude way to make the crucible emit an unpleasant smell.

The glowing wand gradually returns to normal as the magic power is absorbed.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Credence propped up his body and looked at John who was brewing the potion there. "You have absorbed magic power three times."

"Yes, this can also prevent you from going berserk, isn't it great?" John stirred the pot without looking back and said casually, "If you don't release your magic power, you will die. If you release too much magic power, you will die." Death, you are destined to die."

Credence looked gloomy, "Don't I have a third option?"

"Control yourself and keep your emotions at a certain threshold, and you can live longer." John read an incomprehensible spell to the crucible, like the singing of an elf, ethereal and graceful.

The boiling crucible gradually subsided, and the potion on it began to solidify.

The solidified potion is like a piece of crystal, with a drop of transparent liquid slightly shaking in the middle.

After dealing with this, John turned back to face the lost Credence.

"You are going to France, we can leave tomorrow."

Credence's birth certificate stated his birthplace, which is why he went to France.

He wants to find out his identity and find his family.

In John's opinion, this does not make much sense.

After all, he was not picked up, but sent away.

His family has given up on him.

Seeing Credence's loss and traces of black energy escaping from his body, John walked over and handed him his wand.

"Is it worth it?"

Yes, giving up may help you live longer. Credence chooses his family.

In Credence's current situation, the excitement of seeing his family might kill him.

After many times of emotional catharsis, Credence has gradually shed his previous submissive character.

Hearing John's words, he lowered his eyes and took the wand.

After the wand was acquired, it began to absorb Credence's power, and the black energy changed direction and entered the wand.

He is like a large power bank, and the wand is the battery.

John made a small modification to the wand so that it could store magic power.

During the few days he was stranded, Credence's Obscurus was about to go berserk, but John used this method to suppress his power.

Not every Obscural is John Wick.

Their fate is usually even sadder.

"I know a girl."

John sat next to Credence and looked up at the colorful image of the Virgin holding the baby.

"She was injured when she was six years old, turning her into an Obscurial."

"Her mother was killed by her power, and she could only live with her two brothers."

"Her eldest brother is very smart and a very talented wizard, while her second brother is a bit inferior and is an impatient person."

"She also died later, due to her brother's childish argument," John said calmly. "The eldest brother wanted to take her away and hide her, as if hiding a secret, a shameful secret."

"This way her eldest brother won't have to worry about when his sister will go berserk and kill the civilians around him. He can be truly free and free from restraint."

When Credence heard this, he slowly looked up at John and asked, "Her eldest brother doesn't love her?"

"Love her, but she is a burden and a shackles," John shook his head slightly, "She is alive like a bomb, and her eldest brother is a saint. He loves her and loves the world even more."

"His love for her stems from his brother's responsibility and his moral shackles."