Seeing the black wind rush toward him, Newt instinctively raised his wand to defend himself, only to discover that his hand was empty.
At some point, his wand had slipped from his grasp and now lay quietly on the ground over ten meters away.
As that all-encompassing mass of black wind slammed down toward him, he could only close his eyes helplessly.
I'm done for...
That was the only thought in Newt's mind.
At the last possible moment-
"Accio Newt!"
A clear, bright cry rang out beside Newt's ear, sounding like the voice of an angel.
An invisible force instantly wrapped around Newt's waist and yanked him backward through the air.
The raging black wind grazed the tip of his nose and crashed into the ground, blasting out an enormous crater.
Newt hit the ground hard and rolled several times before finally coming to a stop.
"Didn't I tell you to be a good boy and round up the fantastic beasts, upperclassman? What possessed you to challenge an Obscurus to single combat? Are you Hufflepuffs really that fond of thrills too?"
Still shaken, Newt opened his eyes to find Hermione standing atop a high wall, giving him a playful wink.
Newt gasped for breath. The memory of that close call left him drenched in cold sweat, and for a moment, he couldn't even speak.
His face was battered and bruised, but at least he was still alive.
At her words, he could only smile bitterly. It wasn't that he had ignored her instructions and gone looking for trouble. He had simply been horribly unlucky.
Even finding somewhere to hide had brought him face-to-face with the final boss.
Before he could recover, a tall, slender figure landed in the center of the ruins.
Grindelwald stared intently at the raging black wind