Chapter 528

Speaking of this, the expression on John's face was a little complicated.

"Wizards are only afraid of the Obscurial. Even relatives will be frightened by this uncertainty."

"What about you?" Credence stared closely at John, the wizard who was younger than himself, "You are also the Obscurial."

"Me? I'm different," John laughed dumbly and said in a voice that was both proud and reasonable, "I'm stronger than them all."

"Wizards are the aliens of No-Majs, and the Obscurial are the aliens of wizards, Credence." John turned his head to meet those eyes and said softly, "You can be strong and cruel, but you cannot be weak and kind."

Because that kindness is often the source of constant torment for oneself.

His words pushed aside Credence's fantasies about his family, and he began to think.

If your family really loves you, why would you abandon yourself?

Send yourself to that hell of Second Salem.

A wizard sends his children to the anti-wizard's location.

Credence spent half of his life being beaten by his adoptive mother. This cruelty did not change until he broke out and killed his adoptive mother.

He is full of longing, vagueness, and fear towards his family.

He is a fragile child, and when he came into contact with Grindelwald's disguised Graves, such tenderness, even with purpose, made him sink.

Extremely lacking in love, a little light suddenly shines through.

However, that is not light, it is a kind of use, a more cruel punishment.

"What's her name?" Credence asked the girl who was just like him.

"Ariana, Ariana Dumbledore."

John stood up, and Credence suddenly asked: "Are you going to use me too?"

"Yes," John nodded honestly, "I need your power. The power within you is extremely powerful, Credence."

Credence was like a child who was afraid of abandonment. He whispered: "If you find me useless, will you give up on me?"

He was afraid that John would be the next Grindelwald, and his heart was full of fear. The joy of finding someone of his own kind was occupied by fear.

He lacks love, whether it is family affection or friendship, he does not want to give up.

Being around John, he felt like a brother.

Although John looks younger than himself, his maturity makes Credence regard him as an older brother.

For many days, John had used him to help suppress Obscurus.

John glanced at him and said calmly: "Then you are so powerful that I cannot give up on you. The choice is yours, not me, Credence."

"I will keep my promise and after traveling to France I will need to leave for a while."

The wand in Credence's hand lit up instantly, he was so excited.

"Don't worry," John shrugged, "just looking for something."

His words calmed Credence down, and the wand in his hand was half lit.

Thinking of John's words, he wanted to work harder to show his value.

His face was a little pale and he let the magic power flow into the wand faster. John walked over and took the wand away.

"I need your strength, not your life." After scolding Credence, John turned and left.

Credence looked at his back, his crouched body gradually unstretched on the bench.

O gentle and powerful king.

…

In order to get on the cruise ship, John had to spend all his money on Xiu Xiu.

Well, that's right.

Newt's Niffler stared at the half-empty nest and broke down crying, which Newt couldn't even coax.

Hunting geese all day long and being pecked by geese.

Who would have thought that Xiu Xiu would also be stolen one day.

After hearing about it, Newt replaced Sniff's nest with a safe, and Sniff's biggest job was to protect the Bowtruckle.

Because among so many magical animals, the Bowtruckle is the only one who can pick locks.

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Chapter 544 Hello, Delacour

John on the cruise ship was blowing the sea breeze, and in his pocket were several diamond necklaces and galleons that he took out from the sniffing den.

After selling the diamond necklace for money, John took out a dollar bill and handed it to the waiter next to him.

The waiter smiled brightly.

Glancing at Credence, whose clothes were a little shabby, John suddenly said, "What do you think of magenta?"

"What?"

"your clothes."

John touched his chin and said, "When you meet your family, you don't want them to pity you, right?"

"You have to act with pride instead of begging for their pity."

Credence was stunned, and John said to himself: "Paris is the capital of fashion, I think there will be something suitable for you."

"My advice to you, don't listen too much to other wizards' clothing suggestions." He glanced at a fat man in strange clothes and recognized him as a wizard.

The wizards of this period were fine, and their clothing could still be considered integrated into society, but by John's time, they were no longer part of the same generation as Muggles.

Seeing that the fat wizard was followed by some people, John said thoughtfully: "I need to find a place for you to stay."

He said to Credence: "You need a place to stay temporarily and you need to hide your identity."

Credence thought it made sense, so John changed the subject and said, "What do you think of the circus?"

"Huh?" Credence didn't understand his sudden change of subject and saw John walking towards the fat wizard.

Stare over there and talk.

He saw John asking the waiter to bring two glasses of wine.

John and the fat wizard had a great conversation, and finally clinked glasses with each other, as if they had concluded a business deal.

Coming back, Credence asked him nervously, "What did you say to him?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just want to introduce you to the circus as a handyman. Of course, you will be paid."

With a smile on his face, John raised his glass to the fat man.

The fat wizard also raised his glass with a smile.

Only Credence was still thinking about John's words.

Have you been sold?

…

"Ah, fresh air."

The air in the Pyrenees is fresh, and the early morning clouds and mist linger on the plateau.

John is going to check some information.

Hogwarts is not very convenient.

As far as he knew, there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts now, named Dumbledore.

The old Dumbledore himself couldn't defeat him, and neither could the young one now.

"This feeling is really unpleasant." John curled his lips.

If he were to level up normally, he would have no problem dealing with Dumbledore.

But who asked him to jump forward more than twenty years and reach Dumbledore's middle age.

During this period, Dumbledore was at his peak, and it is unknown who is more powerful than holding the Elder Wand in his old age.

"In order to avoid him remembering that I punched him in the nose, let's move to another place."

When it comes to the three oldest magic schools in Europe, there is no doubt that they are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.

If you can’t go to Hogwarts, then go to Beauxbatons where you once studied abroad.

John was not familiar with the words of German Shepherd Strong.

His only interaction with Durmstrang was when he used the fireplace there after getting lost.

As for Credence, he will have to work illegally in the circus for the time being.

After getting off the ship, Credence was picked up by the fat wizard with "full of joy".

John had his own plans for him.

It’s a deal and neither party is responsible for the other.

There may be some sympathy from fellow Obscurals, but John is more taking advantage.

…

Beauxbatons' vacation schedule is the same as Hogwarts'.

When John arrived, it was Christmas vacation time.

He conjured up the school uniform that Ms. Maxim once gave him.

In the European retro library, John was flipping through a book called "The Power of the Patron Saint".

The protagonist of this book is said to be able to summon a guardian spirit the size of a giant.

Even if it is a holiday, many students will stay in school.

Such as now.

"Hi," the girl wearing Beauxbatons' blue satin school uniform came to sit in front of John generously, "I'm Celina Stewart."

"Hello, Stuart." John smiled slightly.

"What about you? I don't think I've seen you before?" The girl came boldly to strike up a conversation, blinking her big eyes with long eyelashes.

John said without changing his expression: "Joel Delacour, I spend more time reading alone in the Fairy Garden."

"No wonder." Stewart suddenly realized.

I have to say that in this regard, the girls at Beauxbatons are far more bold than those at Hogwarts.

This is the sixth time John has been hit on by a girl.

Nearing dinner time, John had Fleur's favorite fish soup in Beauxbatons.

They ate in a different place than Hogwarts.

It is more like a place full of French romance.

The golden candlesticks swayed with firelight on the table, and the white tablecloth would be cleaned quickly even if it accidentally dripped oil.

…

For several days, John stayed at Beauxbatons.

No one even noticed him as an outsider.

During the day in the library, at night he went to the secret room under the Nicolas Flamel fountain statue in Beauxbatons.

The "Book of Darkness" was put aside by John, and he secretly read the contents of the book.

Time, soul, curse.

Three methods of immortality, three directions set by the despicable Haierbo for himself.

John mainly watches time and soul.

He ran his fingers over the paper, thinking about how to complete the anchor placement.