They passed through several winding streets and magical barriers, finally arriving at an old manor on the outskirts that looked abandoned.
Rust covered the manor, and shrubs hemmed it in on every side, as though no one had visited in centuries.
They pushed open the heavy doors to reveal a spacious, dimly lit hall. A musty smell hit them full in the nose.
At the center of the hall stood a huge black iron cage.
Newt and Thena sat inside. Neither seemed injured, but both looked rather dejected.
At the sound of the doors opening, they both looked up.
When she saw Credence, Thena sprang to her feet.
"Credence! Run! It's a trap!"
She clutched the bars of the cage door and shouted.
Newt's expression changed as well.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Stay away!"
As Newt practically turned into Bu Jingyun with his frantic cries, Credence showed no reaction. He merely continued walking forward in a daze.
"Too late!"
Old Black drew his wand, his face expressionless and his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.
"At last, you're in my hands-the lost bloodline of the Lestrange family."
He roared and swung his wand.
Dazzling runes lit up across the floor and walls of the entire hall at once.
Dozens of multicolored spells shot out from every direction, hurtling toward "Credence" without leaving a single gap.
He knew perfectly well that Credence was an Obscurial. Worried that things might go wrong, he had no intention of fighting fair and had lured him straight into a magical trap prepared well in advance.
On top of that, Old Black put all his strength into casting a Blasting Curse of his own, aiming straight at the young man's back.
Explosions rang out without pause, and the entire manor trembled beneath the bombardment.
Smoke billowed,