Credence vs. Dumbledore

While Xiwen and Newt head to Erkstag Prison, Dumbledore is leisurely strolling through the streets of Berlin.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, carpeting the streets and alleys with a layer of white down.

The white carpet couldn't stay for long. The snow on the road was swept to both sides, mixed with the mud and dust from the ground, and became no longer white, piling up dirty and messy around the lampposts.

Dumbledore through the melting snow in the street and stopped in front of a shop window.

Through the reflection in the shop window, he saw a young man with long, disheveled hair draped over his shoulders.

Dumbledore concealed his wand in his sleeve and, on a falling snowflake, quietly cast a spell he had only recently learned.

The snowflakes, resembling countless shards of glass, swept past Dumbledore's shoulder, flew over cars driving down the street, and finally struck the brow of the disheveled young man before turning into steam and dissipating into the air.

Dumbledore tightened his grip on the wand in his sleeve and turned to face the young man.

"Good morning, Credence," he said with a smile.

"My name is Aurelius Dumbledore!" Credence Dumbledore mercilessly.

Then he asked bitterly, "Do you know what it feels like to be all alone from childhood to adulthood?"

"I feel sorry for what happened to you, Credence," Dumbledore said softly.

Credence's expression was stiff, and he said nothing more. The scene fell silent. However, the shattered and floating stones around him revealed that he was not at peace.

A Phoenix flew over the street, heralding the start of the duel between the two.

Credence suddenly drew his wand and cast a powerful spell, sending surrounding fragments flying towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore swung his wand forcefully, deflecting Credence's attack to the side, and the shop behind him was subsequently shattered.

Credence charged fiercely at Dumbledore without stopping.

As he charged forward, the buildings on both sides of the street turned into ruins, and countless rubble followed behind him, hurtling towards Dumbledore along with Credence amidst a deafening roar.

Dumbledore quickly erected a transparent barrier in front of him, and then Credence crashed into him. The immense force propelled Dumbledore backward, leaving two elongated tracks in the snow.

Seeing that the transparent barrier had cracked in several places, Dumbledore abruptly took a step back and disappeared from the spot.

He then appeared on the other side of the street.

Seeing that his two attacks had failed, Credence unleashed the power of the Obscurus within him.

He transformed into a black, wispy mist, enveloping all the buildings within sight, rolling and crashing towards Dumbledore stood on the ground like a low, dark cloud.

The sky was dark and gloomy, covered by heavy clouds!

In such a powerful atmosphere, Dumbledore appeared exceptionally small, like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed up by the raging wind and rain at any moment.

"I'm sorry, Credence," Dumbledore murmured. "This is my home turf now."

Then Dumbledore abruptly vanished from the spot, leaving the dark clouds without a target.

Credence appeared bewildered, only to see Dumbledore standing not far away on a tram that was quietly moving along the tracks.

Gritting his teeth in resentment, Credence transformed into black mist once more, sweeping towards the red tram.

Strangely, the passengers on the tram showed no reaction whatsoever to the black mist that was about to engulf them; they simply waited expressionlessly for Credence to swallow them up.

"You should learn to respect life, Credence," Dumbledore said softly.

"None of your business!" Credence shouted angrily, while manipulating the black mist to attack Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore disappeared again, and Credence gained nothing but the Oblivion a tram...

"Come out, you coward!" Credence shouted, panting, at the crowd.

Dumbledore's figure reappeared before him, and he said, "Credence, things are not always as they seem."

Credence rushed toward Dumbledore without a second thought, only to have him vanish from sight once more.

"Just as Grindelwald has always deceived you, seeing is not believing, Credence," Dumbledore appeared again, speaking in a gentle tone.

Credence attacked Dumbledore countless times, Dumbledore vanished from his spot countless times, never even being touched.

When Credence was exhausted, Dumbledore appeared one last time and pointed his wand at the back of Credence's neck.

"Stop, Credence," Dumbledore said. "You have no chance of defeating me here."

"What did you do?" Credence asked wearily and blankly.

"Mirror Dimension, a very novel form of magic. I learned it from an interesting ghost," Dumbledore chuckled. "Of course, I made some modifications."

As he spoke, Dumbledore raised a silver, lighter-shaped Deluminator with his left hand and pressed it gently.

"I have said that seeing is not always believing," Dumbledore said.

All the light around them was absorbed by the Deluminator, and the scene where the two were located became dark. Only a few rays of light could be faintly seen shining through the dim space walls—it was still a calm and uneventful street in Berlin, and the pedestrians and vehicles were not affected by the duel between the two.

It turns out, none of that was real...

Credence found this outcome unacceptable, abruptly turned around, and punched Dumbledore. His body also showed signs of turning into black mist again.

This time, Dumbledore did not disappear again.

He swung his wand, and a powerful force knocked Credence to the ground.

Dumbledore forcibly squeezed out the Obscurus power within Credence, and black, wispy energy spread across the dim ground.

As the Obscurus power left his body, Credence's expression became extremely painful, his face turned pale, and he appeared very weak.

At that moment, a golden light flashed, and a golden-red Phoenix crossed the dimension and appeared in the Mirror Dimension. She circled Credence incessantly, emitting melodious yet mournful cries.

Dumbledore gazed at the Phoenix soaring in the sky, his sharp eyes softening.

"The Phoenix came for me, not for you..." Credence said weakly, his voice trembling.

"I know, I know..." Dumbledore said softly, his eyes glistening.

"Aurelius Dumbledore, I think we need to have a serious talk."