Chapter 315 Traces, Calculations
Aiden pulled Newt and Jacob together and plunged into the ocean of collective subconsciousness.
"Uh, wow, oh--" Jacob's shouts echoed across the English Channel.
"Merlin's beard, you are stronger than ever before." Newt murmured on the dragon's back.
Below him was a gray sea, and the entire ocean and islands seemed to have lost their color.
Only the bubbles floating up from the islands revealed a hint of color.
"Jesus, why can't I see anything?" Jacob fumbled around until he touched Newt.
"I'm sorry Jacob, I cut off your view to prevent you from looking directly at my body."
Long turned around and looked at the two people on his back.
Newt was more straightforward. He took out a piece of paper and a pen and started taking notes.
"What kind of creature are you?" Newt and Aiden started chatting.
I wrote down on the paper: 'Dragon Seed', 'Able to travel through a hazy fantasy', 'Try not to look directly at the symbols on the body, or you will have strange thoughts'...
Aiden senses that Newt is recording his information and trying to create a file for himself.
"Just think of me as a wizard. After all, isn't my current appearance also what wizards strive for?" Aiden replied.
"I bet those Prewett guys will go crazy when they see you." Newt said without even looking up.
"Aiden, Newt, what are you talking about, what pursuit and Prewett?" Jacob was blinded.
After flying for a while, Aiden felt that they were almost there, because the ripples in the surrounding sea of consciousness began to show words such as "snail".
Flying upwards with the two of them, a huge dragon shadow flashed across the sky above the Seine River, but no one paid any attention.
Then Aiden led them to the banks of the Seine.
"I don't like this, but it's nice not to be seasick," commented Jacob, who was unblinded.
"If you dare to spit on my scales, I will kill you!" a dragon threatened viciously.
"Come on, follow me." Newt took the lead and walked towards a statue.
A policeman and an old woman stood in front of the statue. Aiden snapped his fingers, and the two turned and left as if attracted by something.
The two came to the magic shopping street in France.
"All traces are revealed."
Newt grabbed the wand and spun it around like a trumpet, blowing a cloud of golden dust in all directions.
"Here comes the Niffler." A Niffler was pulled out from the suitcase by Newt.
“Hurry up,” Newt urged, and the Niffler began to sniff the ground.
Next to him, Long went to the food store with the ten Galleons he had stolen from Newt.
“Picardy rolls, flambée, quiche…”
After paying, four or five paper bags floated behind Aiden, and he walked out of the store with them.
Outside, in front of Newt, the golden dust formed a huge cat with fangs.
"This is a Zouwu, an oriental creature with great strength and speed. You can travel a thousand miles a day by riding it." Newt introduced it to Jacob.
"A thousand miles?" Jacob obviously didn't understand.
"That means it can take you across Paris with just one step." Newt followed the sniff and found Tina's footprints.
"Would you like some?" Aiden picked up a paper bag of flaming pancakes and floated in front of the two of them.
But Newt was not in the mood to eat at the moment. He quickly followed Feather, trying to find the person who was following Tina.
When the three were led by Feather to the nearby sewer.
Queenie entered the French Ministry of Magic, but found no news about her sister and sat lost on the streets of Paris.
The voices of people passing by almost brought her to the brink of collapse.
Wenda Rosier, who had stolen the list of pure-blood wizard families from the Paris Ministry of Magic, patted her shoulder affectionately.
Queenie was taken away by her into a dark alley, and disappeared with a flash of space.
The alley returned to calm, and the next second, a flying feather carried three people into the alley.
"Found it?" Aiden asked, looking at the feather spinning in the air.
"No, he cast a stealth-type spell around here, so the feathers can't track him."
Newt deduced, looking at the feather, and he held out his hand to Aiden.
"Let's get something to eat."
Aiden handed over the barbecue he had bought earlier.
They randomly found a coffee shop on the street, ordered a few cups of coffee, took out some food, and began to wait.
On the other side, a small house at the end of the Champs-Elysées.
Credence knocked on the door with Nagini, whom he rescued last night.
"Are you Irma Dugarte?" Credence inquired.
Through the layers of veils, he saw a half-blood fairy.
"Your name is on my adoption certificate." Credence squatted down and looked at her.
"I'm not your mother, I'm just a servant," said Irma.
"Oh, you were a handsome boy, and now you are a handsome young man." Irma held his face.
However, Credence did not notice at all that an old woman who had not been seen by him for more than ten years could recognize a baby at the first sight.
There was a flash of space and Gunnar Grimsson suddenly appeared in the house.
The fierce hunter of magical creatures raised his wand and fired a green spell.
Irma was struck by the spell and fell to the ground losing his life.
The surrounding houses were blown apart by the power of the Silent Ones.
Grimson's expression was solemn, and he quickly put a protective shield around himself.
"Ah!" Credence roared, and the black mist shattered the surrounding large pieces of debris and rushed towards Grimson.
But the protective shield protected him tightly, so he was not hurt at all.
Seeing that his magic attack was ineffective, Credence pulled the surrounding debris over and continued to squeeze Grimson.
Grimson waved his wand, the fog shield and the fragments of the house exploded, and then he disappeared in a flash of space.
When the smoke cleared, Credence stood blankly among the broken houses, looking at the cold Irma.
Grimson Apparated into a dark bridge tunnel, and a man in leather clothes walked over.
"How is the boy?" Grindelwald inquired.
"He's very sensitive." Grimsson looked a little flustered, and it was obvious that the confrontation just now had made him frightened.
"The Ministry would be furious if they knew I did this," said Grimson.
"I know my reputation..."
"Listen to me." Grindelwald stepped forward and straightened Grimson's collar.
“The last thing a coward wants to do is praise a brave man.
The time will come when wizards rule the world and your name will be remembered."
Grindelwald's seductive words floated in Grimson's ears, and he stretched out his hands to support Grimson.
“You need to watch over Credence and take good care of him.
For the greater good."
Grimson said with determination in his eyes,
"For the greater good."
