The great fire receded, and a group of people sat on the open ground catching their breath after the harrowing ordeal.
Nicolas patted Jacob's shoulder comfortingly, while Nagini hid in the corner weeping silently.
"Theseus, after you return, you must hide Leta. If she appears before the world again, following the prophecy, Grindelwald will once again covet her power."
Aiden looked at the two holding hands and reminded them with serious urgency.
They looked at each other and nodded emphatically to Aiden, understanding the gravity of his warning.
Austria, Nurmengard Castle. Credence looked out the window dejectedly, his face a mask of uncertainty and pain.
Queenie and Grindelwald hid behind the door, observing him carefully. Without turning back, Grindelwald quietly asked,
"Is he still so afraid of me?"
"You need to be careful. He is still uncertain about his choice. Be gentle." Queenie told Grindelwald with genuine concern.
Then he approached and told Credence about his origins and Dumbledore's betrayal. He picked up the young bird Credence had been raising and burnt it with supernatural fire.
Then a phoenix was reborn from the flames with magnificent beauty. Credence was completely certain of his identity, and in his anger, he cast a spell that blasted apart a distant mountaintop with devastating force.
The news of Grindelwald's activities in Paris quickly spread throughout the entire wizarding world.
The British Ministry of Magic's provocative offshore interference behaviour completely enraged the International Confederation of Wizards.
This left the British Ministry of Magic in a state of complete diplomatic isolation.
As the person directly responsible for this incident, Torquil Travers bore all the blame and was unceremoniously kicked into Azkaban prison.
As the hero who prevented Paris's total destruction, Newt had his travel ban lifted and his honour completely restored.
His brother Theseus was promoted to Head of the Auror Office and secretly married Leta in a private ceremony.
Jacob returned to America with a heavy heart and cut off all contact with Aiden's group, unable to bear the painful reminders.
Outside the gates of Hogwarts, the remaining group waited for the local powerhouse entrenched here to appear.
Dumbledore walked toward them with steady, measured steps.
Newt and Aiden stepped forward, and Newt pulled out an ornament containing blood from his coat with careful reverence.
"This is a blood pact, is it not?" Newt tilted his head curiously. "You swore not to fight each other."
Dumbledore looked at the blood pact for a long time, unable to recover from the sight of it.
His eyebrows twitched once with visible emotion, and he reached out to grasp the blood pact with trembling fingers.
"For Merlin's sake, how did you..."
Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he saw the Niffler that Newt pulled from his coat with obvious amusement.
"Oh ho." Dumbledore smiled with genuine delight.
"Grindelwald always overlooks the power of the weak." Newt smiled with quiet satisfaction.
Dumbledore raised both hands toward Theseus behind him with a meaningful gesture.
Theseus raised his wand and twisted it, shattering the silver restraints on Dumbledore's hands with precise magic.
Dumbledore turned his wrists with obvious relief, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the blood pact floating in the air.
"Can you destroy it?" Newt asked with hopeful anticipation.
"Perhaps..." Dumbledore said with a thoughtful sigh.
He grabbed the blood pact and walked toward Hogwarts with purposeful strides.
"Oh, by the way, Aiden." Dumbledore suddenly turned his head with characteristic mischief.
"What?" The dragon, who had been enjoying the drama, was suddenly called upon.
"Some people want to meet you. They are already at Hogwarts." Dumbledore winked his left eye at him with obvious amusement.
"Who?"
The eyebrows that had been raised a second ago now slid toward the centre with growing suspicion.
His furrowed brow looked like it could crush someone with its intensity.
"Oh my, it really is a dragon-person." An elderly lady rubbed Aiden's horns with fascinated delight.
"Indeed, looks quite healthy too." An old man patted Aiden's chest with clinical assessment.
"Let us check the reproductive..." A young woman approached and was about to strip Aiden's pants with scientific enthusiasm.
"Hey, that's enough!" Aiden breathed out dragon breath to cool them down.
"Oh, he can breathe dragon breath too; he seems to be an ice-type dragon." A man came up behind Aiden, held his head, and rubbed it with obvious pleasure.
"Alright, Daren, stop playing. He is about to get angry, and do not blame us if you get bitten later." The elderly lady reminded him with practical wisdom.
Another old man stepped forward and introduced himself to Aiden with formal courtesy.
"Hello there, strange dragon-person. We are members of the Prewett family. I am Quinn Prewett. This is my wife, Fetty Prewett."
"Daren Prewett." The person who had just rubbed Aiden's head also spoke up cheerfully.
"Hey there, I am Alida Prewett."
The woman who had previously tried to strip Aiden's pants also introduced herself with unashamed directness.
At this moment, Aiden's mind was racing with profanities. He finally understood why Dumbledore had been evasive with him.
"Prewetts, what do you want with me?" Although Aiden already knew perfectly well, sometimes it was better to play dumb—maybe he could fool his way out of this situation.
"To take you back to continue the bloodline, of course." Fetty's words were shocking in their bluntness.
"Look, this is my son—handsome and wealthy. This is my daughter—elegant and charming. How about it? Are you not tempted?"
Quinn opened his mouth like a practised salesman hawking his wares.
"Wait, even if you want an arranged marriage, what is the meaning of bringing a man here?" The dragon could not help but complain with obvious confusion.
"Ah, are you not..." Daren was about to speak when Aiden directly froze him in place with a breath of dragon fire.
"Oh, so you are a boy." Fetty stroked her chin with newfound understanding.
"Then if you thought I was a girl, why bring your daughter?" The dragon continued complaining with growing exasperation.
"Oh, I originally brought her in case you liked girls—it is always good to have a backup option!" Alida said with a smile of pure practicality.
At the same time, she leaned close to Aiden and obsessively touched the dragon horns on his head with obvious fascination.
"Oh, look at this degree of bloodline activation. You must have experienced unparalleled battles."
"You bunch of... war maniacs."
Although they might be his ancestors, Aiden still had to complain about their single-minded focus.
"Alright, let us go. Come back to the Prewett family. We will definitely be able to have many healthy babies!"
Alida directly grabbed Aiden, preparing to drag him away with determined enthusiasm.
"Ahem." A saviour appeared at the perfect moment.
"Everyone, did we not agree beforehand to just meet once? What are you doing now?" Dumbledore stepped out with diplomatic intervention.
"Are you going to stop the Prewett inheritance?"
Dragon blood began to stir, and all four people simultaneously drew their wands and pointed them at Dumbledore with threatening intent.
"But you should consider the person's wishes, should you not?"
Aiden snapped his fingers, the crisp snap echoing in everyone's hearts, calming their agitation with supernatural influence.
"There are dragons who refuse to reproduce? Is there something wrong with your bloodline?"
Quinn looked at Aiden curiously with obvious confusion.
"Do you not spend all day just fighting and making babies?"
Aiden's impression of the Prewetts had completely collapsed under this revelation.
"It is not strange. Due to the influence of dragon blood, our reproduction is somewhat more difficult than ordinary families."
Alida shrugged with matter-of-fact acceptance.
"Forget it. Let me show you. I cannot stand your strange traditions, and besides, I cannot leave descendants in this era."
Silver threads appeared in Aiden's hands with practised ease. He cast out a large net, pulling all the Prewetts into a dream simultaneously.