Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald Page #2

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There is a story in my family that a phoenix will come to any Dumbledore in desperate need.

They say my great-grandfather had one. And that it took flight when he died, never to return.

With all due respect, Dumbledore, I don't believe for a minute that's why you told me about the Thunderbird.

Credence is in Paris, Newt.

Trying to trace his real family.

I take it you've heard the rumours about who he really is.

No.

The pure-bloods think he's the last of an important French line.

A baby whom everyone thought lost.

Not Leta's brother?

That's what they're whispering.

And pure-blood or not, I know this.

An Obscurus grows in the absence of love.

As a dark twin, an only friend.

If Credence has a real brother or sister out there that can take its place, he might yet be saved.

Wherever Credence is in Paris, he's either in danger, or a danger to others.

We may not know who he is yet, but he needs to be found.

And I rather hope you might be the one to find him.

What's that?

An address of a very old acquaintance of mine.

A safe house in Paris reinforced with enchantments.

Safe house? Why would I need a safe house in Paris?

One hopes you won't, but should things at some point go terribly wrong, it's good to have a place to go.

You know, for a cup of tea.

No. No, no, no. Absolutely not.

No, no, 'cause I'm banned from international travel, Dumbledore.

If I leave the country, they will throw me in Azkaban, and they will throw away the key.

You know why I admire you, Newt?

What?

More, perhaps, than any man I know. You do not seek power or popularity.

You simply ask, is a thing right in itself?

If it is, you do it no matter the cost.

That's all very well, Dumbledore, but forgive me for asking.

Why can't you go?

I cannot move against Grindelwald.

It has to be you.

Well, I can't blame you.

In your shoes, I'd probably refuse too.

- What...? - It's late.

- Good evening, Newt. - Wait. No.

Oh, come on.

Dumbledore.

Bunty!

Bunty!

Bunty, the baby Nifflers are loose again

Well done.

I'm so sorry, Newt. They must've picked the lock while I was cleaning out the Augureys.

Not to worry.

Hmm.

I fed nearly everyone. Pinky's had his nose drops and--

And Elsie?

Elsie's droppings are nearly normal again.

Wonderful.

You can, um... You can clock off now.

- I told you to leave the kelpie to me.. - That wound needs more ointment.

I don't want you losing fingers over it.

Seriously. You go home now, Bunty.

You must be exhausted.

You know the kelpie's easier with two.

Perhaps you should take off your shirt. Don't worry, I'll dry off quick enough.

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