After Ian and Barebone separated, they returned to New York's hotel.
Under the night, he took out a silver-white Crystal ball, tapped his finger lightly on its surface, and a transparent light curtain immediately appeared.
What is shown in the picture is the other end of the city--
From Newt being arrested by Magical Congress of the United States of America, to several people escaping, to them hunting down the flying snake and successfully subduing it at Macy's.
All this unfolded like a script.
Ian watched quietly, expressionless.
When Queenie and Jacob looked at each other and smiled, he sighed in a low voice, "It seems that after I left, everything was still pulled back to the original track by fate."
His eyes stayed on Queenie. At that moment, the gentle witch in the light curtain seemed to step out of the image.
It's not that he is unmoved. On the contrary, Queenie is the kind of person he can easily fall in love with - gentle, bright and free.
She can see other people's hearts, but she is still willing to believe in human nature.
He had briefly thought about it: If he could take her away with him and travel through various realms, maybe the journey would not be so lonely.
But reason quickly shattered that tenderness.
"I come from 1992, and she belongs to 1926." He whispered to himself.
"If you take her away, you will take away her world. And I... is destined not to have just one woman."
He knew very well that he had long years and endless life.
When time becomes his servant, emotion becomes a luxury.
He cannot and does not want to be bound by a soul.
"Queenie deserves someone who can love her with all her heart."
He pursed his lips and smiled softly, "And that person is Jacob."
From that moment on, Ian completely let go of that feeling.
After the first chuckle at dinner, he never stepped into Goldstein sisters's apartment again.
--
A few days later, the Crystal ball screen suddenly shook violently.
Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw the figure of Barebone appearing among the ruins.
Graves's mask is finally broken and the truth is exposed.
The young man fell into complete despair.
Anger, fear and sadness exploded in his chest, turning into overwhelming magic power.
The next second, his body disintegrated into a black air wave,
--Obscurus,
Sweeping the entire New York with an attitude of destruction.
Ian stood up immediately and Apparition got into the air.
He was suspended above the city, invisible, quietly overlooking the disaster.
The ground below is shaking, streets are cracking, houses are collapsing,
Ministry of Magic wizards and Aurors shouted in horror,
And the wail of Barebone penetrated the night sky, like a torn soul.
Ian stared coldly, but his thoughts were running rapidly.
"If one day I have to face such a force, how should I deal with it?"
He began to deduce various possibilities in his mind.
--How to restrain Obscurus;
--How to cut off the magic power of Source;
--Even how to reversely utilize this energy and turn it into your own use.
He is not Coldblood, but extremely rational.
He understands that if he can master the generation method of "Obscurus", he can create a destruction spell that is far superior to Grindelwald [Protego Diabolica] (the Dark Magic defense spell used by Grindelwald, which can generate a black flame barrier for selective attack).
"If I can create a controlled Obscurus and turn it into a weapon..."
Thoughts are like sparks, gradually gathering into a huge plan.
--
In the night, the battle lasted for a long time.
In the end, Barebone was besieged and destroyed.
United States wizards work together to rebuild the city,
At that moment, time seemed to go backwards--
The broken streets are reunited, the broken walls are restored,
The destroyed memories are mended again in the light of magic.
Ian watched that scene and said nothing for a long time.
"Perhaps I have always underestimated the wizards in this world."
He said softly, with rare respect in his tone.
"If they are guided rightly, they can do great things.
If you are misguided - that is the end."
The sound of wind passed by his ears, and his eyes gradually became deeper.
"Their number is strength in itself."
Numbers, order, organization--
These formed a new blueprint in his heart.
It is not just the aggregation of forces, but the re-creation of civilization.
--
When everything calmed down, he Apparition went to a dilapidated factory.
The air is still filled with anxiety.
There, the weak Barebone was huddled in the corner.
Ian appeared in front of him with a calm tone. "I warned you, didn't I?"
"Who?" Barebone raised his head in horror, his voice hoarse.
His eyes flashed with fear and anger - this man was almost the same as Graves.
"Don't be so hostile." Ian said softly, but with cold pressure.
"I'm probably the only person who has never cheated on you in your life."
Barebone's breathing stopped and he didn't say anything for a long time.
He recalled the first time they met, Ian indeed said - "I never hide my purpose."
After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "That contract... what exactly is it?"
Ian The corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"That is a contract between Truth and power.
Sign it and you will no longer be a prey driven by fear, but a person in charge of your own destiny."
He stretched out his hand, and the black magic circle rotated in his palm.
The energy flowing in the air seems to be summoning some kind of New Order.
"Choose, Barebone.
To continue to be a victim played by fate,
Or--
Stand side by side with me and witness the new world."