Chapter 529
To truly return to his own time, he needs an anchor to rely on.
Relying on your own time-blink jump is too unstable.
"The gate of things in this period is even more uncertain."
John was a little helpless. In the past, he could summon the door of things when he was in trouble, but now it didn't work.
My teacher is still there, which means that the Gate of Things does not have its gatekeeper.
A gate like that is more terrifying than ten Voldemorts.
John had almost been dismembered by the Gate of Things before, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.
John stayed at Beauxbatons for nearly a month.
During this period of time, he had read almost all of Beauxbatons' books on time and soul.
And he gradually attracted some people's attention.
For example, now, a boy who has been paying attention to John for a long time comes to John.
"Hello, Joel Delacour."
John looked up and saw that the boy was about the same age as him, with blue eyes and smooth hair.
He was handsome and the kind of guy girls would talk about behind his back.
John said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Of course." The boy sat down and stared at John, "My name is Dominy Delacour."
"I just want to ask, when did I have you as my brother?"
Domini looked puzzled. When he came back from Christmas vacation, he found that he had an extra brother for no reason.
Isn't Delacour the only one in this generation? How could there be a second one?
His eyes swept through John's hair and then looked at John's eyes.
Is this a member of the Delacour family?
John was a little embarrassed and pretended to be someone else's last name, but the real person came to visit.
John sighed slightly, with an unspeakable complexity on his face.
"I think it's normal that you don't know. After all, I..."
It was said casually.
Perhaps John's hesitant expression was too real, which made Dominy tremble and say, "You...are you my father's..."
The illegitimate child didn't say anything, and Dominy couldn't believe it.
My loving parents actually have such an emotional crisis?
Needing to digest this information, he stumbled to his feet and went to write a letter to his father.
Seeing him leaving on his own, John immediately packed up his things and ran away.
"We can't stay in this place anymore."
Taking the "Book of Darkness", John met Stewart, the girl he had chatted with last time.
"Joel, let's go..."
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
John hurried over and asked Stewart, who wanted to ask someone to go to the Fairy Garden, to swallow his words.
She smiled and said, "Then let's go there next time."
After Dominic received a letter from his father with "fatherly love", he went to find John to confront him, but found that John had already disappeared.
Not only that, but Joel Delacour seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Domini has a mystery that cannot be solved, and Stewart also has an invitation that he can never say again in his life.
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Grindelwald's arrest in New York was a sensation throughout Europe.
Piccolo did what she said, and she used the highest security force to imprison Grindelwald.
On the day he entered the prison, the entire prison was calling Grindelwald's name.
The imprisoned wizards shouted wildly as if they saw hope for the future.
Making the Aurors nervous.
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Chapter 545 Hello, Azkaban
Piccolo stared at Grindelwald.
She didn't see fear or nervousness on the man's face, but more like a feeling of comfort at home.
"Keep an eye on him."
Piccolo ordered to the Auror.
The ministers of magic from various countries who learned of Grindelwald's arrest negotiated with her, intending to have Grindelwald transferred to prison in their country.
Piccoli had to negotiate with those people for many days.
The meaning contained in Grindelwald made her want to squeeze out all its value.
Newspapers were flying everywhere.
Both Grindelwald's suitors and those who oppose him are paying attention to this matter.
Including John.
He spent Xiu Xiu's money in a high-end clothing store.
"Sir, according to your request, the clothes will take half a month."
The clerk said beside John.
John nodded, "I'll pick it up in half a month, but I hope there are some changes."
"Add some decoration to the neckline."
Personal customization in this era costs money. After negotiating with the store, John left the clothing store.
It has been a week since Beauxbatons left, and Credence has been working as a handyman in the circus for more than a month.
John was in no hurry to get the man back, so he headed to the French hideout.
This place is similar to Diagon Alley, the main trading place for wizards in France.
Thanks to Sniff, John had money to spend overnight.
Well, thank you for the gift of Xiu Xiu.
Sitting in an outdoor teahouse on the hidden street, John drank black tea elegantly.
Opening the newspaper, he looked at the report about Grindelwald.
This is the influence of a generation of Dark Lords. Even more than a month after his arrest, he still remains extremely popular and topical.
The Director of the British Department of Magical Law Enforcement sharply commented on the dangers of Grindelwald and the incident in New York.
Things about Obscurus also came to the fore.
At this time, everyone felt that Obscurus was dead, and Credence was still safe for the time being.
But how long this matter can be kept hidden is also a question.
After all, the Ministry of Magic is still quite useful in this era, not as dim as it was in the later Fudge era.
After using the gold to make a large purchase in the hidden place, John's small bag gradually bulged.
Newt, the pet of a hidden rich man, is also a hidden rich man.
There's quite a bit of gold in that nest.
It’s no wonder that some people think that if they let Sniffs into their homes, they will go bankrupt the next day.
This is a natural master of making money. Whether it is legal or not is another question.
Open your palm, and there is something crystal clear like a teardrop in your palm.
This is a bit of ultra-high concentration of pure magic that he brewed after absorbing Credence's magic many times.
One drop of this thing can burst ten wizards, so a large pot of solidified material can do this.
Unlike the magic crystal, the magic power of this thing is more pure.
And it requires a special physique to absorb, otherwise it is a powerful poison.
It can be said that those who can use this are either super powerful wizards or silent ones like John.
To store the pure magic power, it is not time for John to perform time flash.
"It will take a while for the clothes to be ready. During this time, you can leave and go to that place."
John has another place to go.
Azkaban.
He didn't have enough souls and had to restock.
Although there is a thousand-year-old soul, there is no such thing as too much soul, only too little.
As the first person to discover the magical power of Dementors, John used the sins of his predecessors to complete his own magic.
"I'm afraid we can't catch too many this time." He murmured to himself.
If you torture the dementors too hard, the dementors of your time may also have problems.
He found a man holding a shepherd's staff and wearing a stuffed hat in an alley near the hiding place square.
He needs to sneak back.
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Azkaban.
After that horrific disappearance, a legend spread among the Dementors.
A legend about dragging dementors into darkness.
Of course, it is only spread on a small scale and can only be found among the dementors.
The Auror didn't believe anything could capture the Dementors.
You must know that the only spell currently known to work on Dementors is the Patronus Charm.
And all the Patronus Charm can do is drive away.
The Ministry of Magic's lack of attention made the Dementors very angry, but they had no other way.
You can only make yourself more cautious.
A dementor is particularly bold.
"Come on, that's too shabby, we are dementors."
"So, you are very brave?"
"Of course, I, Awei, am very brave!"
After the dementor finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was patrolling alone as a dementor, where could the second voice come from?
Suddenly, a tinkling sound sounded.
The dementor looked back, and a magic net composed of black threads opened.
Ah Wei...
No more.
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