A mass of black wind blotted out the sky as it rampaged over New York.
Dark red lightning crackled within it, as though the Aether had come to life.
Wherever it passed, building facades collapsed and windows shattered.
The Muggles below screamed in terror, and countless blocks descended into chaos.
Passing Aurors were equally shocked, but they did not forget their duty. Fighting down their fear, they gave chase while casting spells.
Every spell that struck the black wind vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without stirring so much as a ripple.
At last, the tremendous commotion prompted someone to act.
A distorted flash of white light flickered, and a figure appeared atop a building ahead, blocking the black wind's path.
Grindelwald, disguised as Graves, pointed his wand at Hermione, excitement in his eyes.
At last, I've found you...
Hermione stopped moving as well, hovering in midair, her form still shifting endlessly.
"Credence, my child, stop. Your power is a gift from heaven. It merely needs guidance. Let me guide you. I apologize for my earlier rudeness. Please give me a chance..."
Grindelwald had barely delivered his prepared manipulation script before his expression froze.
A lovely girl's voice came from the black wind.
"Oh? And how exactly do you intend to guide me?"
Grindelwald: ???
What was going on?
Even after weathering countless storms, Grindelwald was rather bewildered.
Wait, was that Credence's voice?
He'd been a gloomy young man a few minutes ago. How had he become a cheerful girl?
I'd never heard that keeping an Obscurus bottled up could have this effect!
"Credence, I know you don't trust me, but you shouldn't suppress your power within yourself. Only I can..."
His eyes flickered briefly. Grindelwald was about to continue his spiel when the black smoke before him