Chapter 545 Hello, Azkaban
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Piccolo stared at Grindelwald.
She didn't see any fear or tension on the man's face, it was more like a comfort of returning to her own home.
"Watch him closely."
Piccolo gave the order to the Aurors.
The ministers of magic of various countries who learned that Grindelwald was arrested negotiated with her, intending to transfer Grindelwald to a prison in their country.
Piccolo will have to negotiate with those people for many days.
The meaning contained in Grindelwald made her want to squeeze out its value.
Newspapers were flying all over the sky.
Both Grindelwald's suitors and his opponents are paying attention to this matter.
Including John.
He spent the money from Xixiu in a high-end clothing store.
"Sir, according to your request, the clothes will take half a month."
The clerk was talking beside John.
John nodded, "I'll pick it up in half a month, but I hope there are some changes."
"At the neckline, give me some decoration."
Private orders in this era cost money. John left the clothing store after negotiating with the store owner.
A week had passed since Beauxbatons left, and Credence had been working as a handyman in the circus for over a month.
John is not in a hurry to get the man back, he goes to the French hideout.
This place is similar to Diagon Alley and is the main trading place of French wizards.
Thanks to Sniff, John had the capital to spend overnight.
Well, thanks for the gift of sniffing.
Sitting in the open-air 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 after being arrested for more than a month, they still maintain extremely high popularity and topics.
The Director of Magical Law Enforcement commented sharply on the dangers of Grindelwald and the events in New York.
The matter about Momoran also appeared on the page.
At this time, everyone felt that Mo Ran was dead, and Credence was still safe for the time being.
But how long this can be kept a secret is also a question.
After all, the Ministry of Magic is still quite useful in this era, not as stupid as it was in the later period of Fudge.
Using gold to buy a lot in the hidden place, John's small bag gradually bulged.
Newt, the hidden rich man's pet, is also a hidden rich man.
There is a lot of gold in the sniffing nest.
No wonder some people think that if you let Xixiu put it in your home, you will go bankrupt the next day.
This is a natural money-making master, whether it is legal or not is another matter.
Open your palm, there is a crystal clear thing like a teardrop in the palm.
This was brewed by him after absorbing Credence's magic power many times, a little super-high concentration of pure magic power.
One drop of this thing can explode ten wizards, so a large pot of solidified matter can do just that.
Unlike the magic power crystal, the magic power of this thing is more pure.
And it needs a special physique to absorb it, otherwise it is a powerful poison.
It can be said that those who can use this are either super wizards or silent people like John.
Storing the pure magic power, John is not yet in time to flash.
"It will take some time for the clothes to be ready. During this time, you can leave and go to that place."
John has another place to go.
Azkaban.
His soul is not enough, and he has to go to restock again.
Although there is a thousand-year-old soul, there is no such thing as too much soul, only too little.
As No.1 who discovered the magic 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 toss the dementors too hard, then the dementors of your own era may also have problems.
He found a man holding a shepherd's staff and wearing a plush hat in an alley near the hiding place square.
He needs to smuggle back home.
...
Azkaban.
After that horrific disappearance, a legend circulated among the dementors.
A legend that would drag dementors into darkness.
Of course, it was only circulated in a small area, only among the dementors.
The Aurors simply didn't believe that anything would snatch a dementor.
You must know that the only spell known to work on dementors is the Patronus spell.
And the Patronus Charm can only drive away.
The Ministry of Magic's indifference made the dementors very angry, but they had no other way.
You can only make yourself more careful.
A dementor is extraordinarily daring.
"Come on, that's too bad, we're dementors."
"So, you are very brave?"
"Of course, I, Wei, am very courageous!"
After the dementor finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was patrolling with a dementor, where did he get the second voice?
Suddenly, the sound of jingling sounded.
The dementor looked back, and a magic net made of black silk threads opened.
Ah Wei...
No more.
...
Credence is doing black work.
As the name suggests the kind.
Because of his current status as a dead man, the kind who can't see the light, he receives the lowest salary in the whole circus.
His salary was not even as good as a house-elf at Hogwarts after deductions for board.
He did the dirtiest and most tiring work, helping Kabbah clean up, and cleaning up excrement for Charmander.
The fat wizard boss also changed from the previous friendly relationship with John on the ship, and warned Credence who was close to his cash cow with fierce eyes.
"Go and clean up Kabbah!"
Creston took a deep breath and watched the fat boss take the cash cow with clenched fists.
There was a flash of blackness in his eyes, and he restrained himself.
John is getting results with his training, he can control his strength.
He had been waiting for John to pick him up, but John never came.
A voice in his heart told him that he was abandoned.
Just like what Grindelwald did, when he found himself useless, he was abandoned.
But Credence avoided the voice, telling himself, "He's not like Grindelwald."
The voice in my heart said, "What's the difference? He told you a long time ago that it was a deal."
"No, he won't, he won't abandon me."
"Don't lie to yourself, Credence, you are a man who is destined to be constantly abandoned."
"To shut up!"
"Recognize yourself, your parents abandoned you, Grindelwald used you, and he did the same."
"He is the Obscure, he is my kind!"
"You will die, and things of no value are rubbish in their eyes."
He quarreled with the voice in his heart, and the blackness in his body became thicker and thicker.
He was trembling in place, with black air in his eyes.
"Credence."
A gentle voice woke him up, and he looked over.
Asian beautiful woman in blue dress.
She called to Credence softly, with tenderness in her eyes.
"Nagini."
Credence walks over to meet Nagini.
The two touched hands through the fence.
"He asked you to become a snake again?"
Nagini is the signature of this circus, how many people come here because they want to see the legendary blood cursed beast.
In the more than a month since his arrival, it was Nagini who was the first to redeem Credence's lonely soul.
"It's always been like this," Nagini said softly. "I'm used to it."
"I'll take you away," Credence said firmly, holding that hand tightly, "I promise."
Nagini smiled.
Both are aliens, outcasts.
They are dependent on each other, like birds that have each lost a wing.
...
Azkaban.
"That's enough."
John, who was here again, threw the red and white ball into the small bag.
Putting away the bottle emitting holy white light, he absorbed the dark and muddy curse into his right hand.
It took John a few days to get to Azkaban, and a few more days to capture the dementors.
Half a month has passed, and John has had enough.
Before leaving, John stopped.
"The despicable Haierbo left behind the "Dark God Book", so does Extis, who is as evil as him, also leave something behind?"
He had seen the inhumane experiments Extis performed on the sailors.
Since there are experiments, there may be orphan copies of experiments left behind.
Extis is different from Helb, his use of the soul can be glimpsed from the dementor.
It was so crazy that he let himself survive among the dementors, turning into a curse.
Like Hai Erbo, it is a different kind of eternal life.
...
She didn't see any fear or tension on the man's face, it was more like a comfort of returning to her own home.
"Watch him closely."
Piccolo gave the order to the Aurors.
The ministers of magic of various countries who learned that Grindelwald was arrested negotiated with her, intending to transfer Grindelwald to a prison in their country.
Piccolo will have to negotiate with those people for many days.
The meaning contained in Grindelwald made her want to squeeze out its value.
Newspapers were flying all over the sky.
Both Grindelwald's suitors and his opponents are paying attention to this matter.
Including John.
He spent the money from Xixiu in a high-end clothing store.
"Sir, according to your request, the clothes will take half a month."
The clerk was talking beside John.
John nodded, "I'll pick it up in half a month, but I hope there are some changes."
"At the neckline, give me some decoration."
Private orders in this era cost money. John left the clothing store after negotiating with the store owner.
A week had passed since Beauxbatons left, and Credence had been working as a handyman in the circus for over a month.
John is not in a hurry to get the man back, he goes to the French hideout.
This place is similar to Diagon Alley and is the main trading place of French wizards.
Thanks to Sniff, John had the capital to spend overnight.
Well, thanks for the gift of sniffing.
Sitting in the open-air 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 after being arrested for more than a month, they still maintain extremely high popularity and topics.
The Director of Magical Law Enforcement commented sharply on the dangers of Grindelwald and the events in New York.
The matter about Momoran also appeared on the page.
At this time, everyone felt that Mo Ran was dead, and Credence was still safe for the time being.
But how long this can be kept a secret is also a question.
After all, the Ministry of Magic is still quite useful in this era, not as stupid as it was in the later period of Fudge.
Using gold to buy a lot in the hidden place, John's small bag gradually bulged.
Newt, the hidden rich man's pet, is also a hidden rich man.
There is a lot of gold in the sniffing nest.
No wonder some people think that if you let Xixiu put it in your home, you will go bankrupt the next day.
This is a natural money-making master, whether it is legal or not is another matter.
Open your palm, there is a crystal clear thing like a teardrop in the palm.
This was brewed by him after absorbing Credence's magic power many times, a little super-high concentration of pure magic power.
One drop of this thing can explode ten wizards, so a large pot of solidified matter can do just that.
Unlike the magic power crystal, the magic power of this thing is more pure.
And it needs a special physique to absorb it, otherwise it is a powerful poison.
It can be said that those who can use this are either super wizards or silent people like John.
Storing the pure magic power, John is not yet in time to flash.
"It will take some time for the clothes to be ready. During this time, you can leave and go to that place."
John has another place to go.
Azkaban.
His soul is not enough, and he has to go to restock again.
Although there is a thousand-year-old soul, there is no such thing as too much soul, only too little.
As No.1 who discovered the magic 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 toss the dementors too hard, then the dementors of your own era may also have problems.
He found a man holding a shepherd's staff and wearing a plush hat in an alley near the hiding place square.
He needs to smuggle back home.
...
Azkaban.
After that horrific disappearance, a legend circulated among the dementors.
A legend that would drag dementors into darkness.
Of course, it was only circulated in a small area, only among the dementors.
The Aurors simply didn't believe that anything would snatch a dementor.
You must know that the only spell known to work on dementors is the Patronus spell.
And the Patronus Charm can only drive away.
The Ministry of Magic's indifference made the dementors very angry, but they had no other way.
You can only make yourself more careful.
A dementor is extraordinarily daring.
"Come on, that's too bad, we're dementors."
"So, you are very brave?"
"Of course, I, Wei, am very courageous!"
After the dementor finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was patrolling with a dementor, where did he get the second voice?
Suddenly, the sound of jingling sounded.
The dementor looked back, and a magic net made of black silk threads opened.
Ah Wei...
No more.
...
Credence is doing black work.
As the name suggests the kind.
Because of his current status as a dead man, the kind who can't see the light, he receives the lowest salary in the whole circus.
His salary was not even as good as a house-elf at Hogwarts after deductions for board.
He did the dirtiest and most tiring work, helping Kabbah clean up, and cleaning up excrement for Charmander.
The fat wizard boss also changed from the previous friendly relationship with John on the ship, and warned Credence who was close to his cash cow with fierce eyes.
"Go and clean up Kabbah!"
Creston took a deep breath and watched the fat boss take the cash cow with clenched fists.
There was a flash of blackness in his eyes, and he restrained himself.
John is getting results with his training, he can control his strength.
He had been waiting for John to pick him up, but John never came.
A voice in his heart told him that he was abandoned.
Just like what Grindelwald did, when he found himself useless, he was abandoned.
But Credence avoided the voice, telling himself, "He's not like Grindelwald."
The voice in my heart said, "What's the difference? He told you a long time ago that it was a deal."
"No, he won't, he won't abandon me."
"Don't lie to yourself, Credence, you are a man who is destined to be constantly abandoned."
"To shut up!"
"Recognize yourself, your parents abandoned you, Grindelwald used you, and he did the same."
"He is the Obscure, he is my kind!"
"You will die, and things of no value are rubbish in their eyes."
He quarreled with the voice in his heart, and the blackness in his body became thicker and thicker.
He was trembling in place, with black air in his eyes.
"Credence."
A gentle voice woke him up, and he looked over.
Asian beautiful woman in blue dress.
She called to Credence softly, with tenderness in her eyes.
"Nagini."
Credence walks over to meet Nagini.
The two touched hands through the fence.
"He asked you to become a snake again?"
Nagini is the signature of this circus, how many people come here because they want to see the legendary blood cursed beast.
In the more than a month since his arrival, it was Nagini who was the first to redeem Credence's lonely soul.
"It's always been like this," Nagini said softly. "I'm used to it."
"I'll take you away," Credence said firmly, holding that hand tightly, "I promise."
Nagini smiled.
Both are aliens, outcasts.
They are dependent on each other, like birds that have each lost a wing.
...
Azkaban.
"That's enough."
John, who was here again, threw the red and white ball into the small bag.
Putting away the bottle emitting holy white light, he absorbed the dark and muddy curse into his right hand.
It took John a few days to get to Azkaban, and a few more days to capture the dementors.
Half a month has passed, and John has had enough.
Before leaving, John stopped.
"The despicable Haierbo left behind the "Dark God Book", so does Extis, who is as evil as him, also leave something behind?"
He had seen the inhumane experiments Extis performed on the sailors.
Since there are experiments, there may be orphan copies of experiments left behind.
Extis is different from Helb, his use of the soul can be glimpsed from the dementor.
It was so crazy that he let himself survive among the dementors, turning into a curse.
Like Hai Erbo, it is a different kind of eternal life.
...
