I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John leaned back on the table and glanced at Credence.

Seeing him crying, John sighed.

"Credence."

Credence looked up slowly.

"Are you after family members, or the truth?"

Family or the truth?

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

"If your family readmitted you on the condition that you leave Nagini," John approached, looking into Credence's eyes, "would you accept it?"

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

John said lightly: "Blood curse orcs, listen to this name, they don't even want to call her a witch."

The blood curse orcs were used as exhibits together with those magical animals and were displayed by the circus.

Credence couldn't say it because he had known for months that John was telling the truth.

"Family and Nagini..." Credence looked up at Nagini, seeing that worried face, he fell into a decision.

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

Originally, he had a transactional relationship with Credence, so he could have completed his transaction and left.

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

John knew how much the future Nagini would suffer.

He will not let his friends regret.

But only if Credence is worth saving.

You can say that Slytherin is selfish and doesn'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 narrowness, they can only help those they care about.

John can never be a saint in his life, he has all the qualities that Slytherin should have.

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

Instead, try everything possible to help your friends.

He waited silently for Credence's answer.

I thought it would be a long wait, but I didn't think so. After looking away from each other, Credence said without hesitation: "I choose Nagini."

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

Credence stopped curling up and stood up slowly.

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

He spoke so loudly that Nagini was rarely shy.

John smiled and handed Credence his wand.

"Since that's the case, from now on, every drop of your magic power 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 the release of Credence's magic power was a bit slow, John simply used psychic magic to speed him up.

This made Credence slumped overnight.

Nagini felt bad, but John didn't.

He placed the re-glowing wand in the cauldron, pouring magic into it and causing it to boil rapidly.

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

"Reducto"

The solid cracked and exploded, leaving a drop of colorless liquid floating in midair.

With a wave of John's wand, Credence moaned in pain, and a bloodstain appeared on the back of his hand.

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

John cut the palm of his hand and merged with the blood.

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

In the center of the '8' Ouroboros pendant, the red blood and the colorless potion hover and rotate with each other, but no one can touch the other.

John tosses it to Credence.

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

Glancing at Credence who was overwhelmed by catching the pendant, John said calmly, "Our deal has been concluded."

"Are you leaving?" Credence asked anxiously.

"Do not."

Just as Credence was about to smile, John said lightly, "There's no rush for this day."

Sure enough, he still wanted to leave.

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

"As I said, Credence," John tapped his wand on the table, and the things on it were quickly cleaned up, "The choice is yours."

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

His mood at this moment is more uncomfortable than yesterday.

Looking up again, John was gone.

...

According to outside rumors, Credence is the last bloodline of that ancient French pure-blood family.

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

Travers, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, leads the Aurors on a quest to find Dumbledore.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Dumbledore is teaching.

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

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

The big boy in the Gryffindor robe was preparing to face the battle. His appearance and body looked like Gryffindor's Cormac McLaggen, probably a relative of McLaggen.

The one who went around 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 today that can compete with Grindelwald.

After almost a face-to-face meeting, the boy was sent flying and landed on the soft sofa transformed by Dumbledore.

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

Suddenly, the door was opened.

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

A female professor behind him scolded him for his intrusion. Travers, who was already unhappy with the school's autonomous behavior of accepting funds from the Ministry of Magic, said: "I am the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and I have the right to go to any of my schools. Place you want to go."

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

It might work elsewhere.

But this is the school, Dumbledore's territory.

The students didn't move until Dumbledore said, "Everyone, please go out with the professor."

Only one remained, the McLaggen, who told Travers, "He was the best teacher we had."

Dumbledore said, "Thank you, McLaggen."

"Get out!" Whatever McLaggen meant, it annoyed Travers immensely.

McLaggen was out.

Travers looked at Dumbledore with fear in his eyes.

A teacher asked these students to maintain themselves, and there were things that did not obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

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

He cuts right to the point: "Newt Scamander is in Paris."

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

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

"If you've been lucky enough to teach him," Dumbledore shrugged, "you'll know that Newt is not very good at taking orders."

This attitude made Travers extremely uncomfortable, and he hated people who pretended to be confused.

Throwing a small book to Dumbledore, Travers gestured for him to open it, and said, "Have you read The Prediction of Tyco Dodonus?"

"Many years ago."

"The boy is brutally exiled, and the daughter is deeply hopeless." Travers read the contents.

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore turned casually.

"It is rumored that this prophecy refers to the Obscure, and they say that Grindelwald wants to..."

"I want a follower who comes from a famous family, I've heard the rumors." Dumbledore's eyes were deep.

He seemed ready to carry on the act of being confused to the end.

Travers dissatisfied: "Where the Obscure has been, Scamander will always appear to protect her."

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

He almost tore apart all of Dumbledore's operations, and now Dumbledore finally stopped pretending to be confused.

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

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

"However, I warn you that such political suppression and forceful sanctions will only push supporters into his arms."

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

Do you think I have to pester you?

Whoever says they don't want power builds an international network.

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

Who pretended to be ignorant while pretending to be ignorant, and pretended nothing had happened while doing influential things!

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

...