Newt gasped and Credence stared at him hopefully. “But I can’t. I’ve never even tried to teach anyone anything.”
“You never know what you are good at until you’ve tried,” said Dumbledore with a kind smile.
Then he turned grave again and looked very hard at Credence, to the point where Credence started to squirm and buried his chin in his chest. “But in this case you must make the effort. Grindelwald’s sympathizers are everywhere. The least suggestion that Credence is alive will bring him breathing down your neck, Newt. And you have already attracted far too much of his attention.”
Credence looked shyly at Dumbledore. “You think he still wants me?” There was a note of hope in his voice.
“Oh, my dear friend,” said Dumbledore. “I also know what a terrible, powerfully magnetic thing it is to be the center of that man’s attention. Do not give into the temptation if you value yourself. Wether or not he wants you — don’t let him have you.”
“But wasn’t he executed?” said Newt, bewildered. “I thought that was what American Wizards do — chuck you in a black pond of death the moment you slip up.”
Dumbledore sighed. “If only he were. The Americans could no more hold him than they could hold water in their hands. He never even made it to the MACUSA. They hushed it up of course. They hate to appear incompetent.” Dumbledore rolled his eyes. “Grindelwald is once more in the wind.”
He then turned back to Credence who appeared to be staring into some internal void. “But don’t you be afraid. Newt is very good at hiding. And if I might suggest it, perhaps Paris might be the place to go. There is a very discrete wandmaker in those parts who Newt is familiar with.”
Dumbledore stepped back and waved his wand gently and a small bottle appeared. He handed it to Credence. “A parting gift. Polyjuice. Only three doses, so use them wisely. But it should be enough to get you a wand.”
He turned to leave, but grabbed Newt by the sleeve on his way out. “Do not invite anyone else down here. And I need not say, don’t breathe a word of our young friend’s existence to anyone. Not a word. I myself will endeavor to put it out of my mind.”
Re: newt/credence, credence accompanies newt- FILL 9/?
“You never know what you are good at until you’ve tried,” said Dumbledore with a kind smile.
Then he turned grave again and looked very hard at Credence, to the point where Credence started to squirm and buried his chin in his chest. “But in this case you must make the effort. Grindelwald’s sympathizers are everywhere. The least suggestion that Credence is alive will bring him breathing down your neck, Newt. And you have already attracted far too much of his attention.”
Credence looked shyly at Dumbledore. “You think he still wants me?” There was a note of hope in his voice.
“Oh, my dear friend,” said Dumbledore. “I also know what a terrible, powerfully magnetic thing it is to be the center of that man’s attention. Do not give into the temptation if you value yourself. Wether or not he wants you — don’t let him have you.”
“But wasn’t he executed?” said Newt, bewildered. “I thought that was what American Wizards do — chuck you in a black pond of death the moment you slip up.”
Dumbledore sighed. “If only he were. The Americans could no more hold him than they could hold water in their hands. He never even made it to the MACUSA. They hushed it up of course. They hate to appear incompetent.” Dumbledore rolled his eyes. “Grindelwald is once more in the wind.”
He then turned back to Credence who appeared to be staring into some internal void. “But don’t you be afraid. Newt is very good at hiding. And if I might suggest it, perhaps Paris might be the place to go. There is a very discrete wandmaker in those parts who Newt is familiar with.”
Dumbledore stepped back and waved his wand gently and a small bottle appeared. He handed it to Credence. “A parting gift. Polyjuice. Only three doses, so use them wisely. But it should be enough to get you a wand.”
He turned to leave, but grabbed Newt by the sleeve on his way out. “Do not invite anyone else down here. And I need not say, don’t breathe a word of our young friend’s existence to anyone. Not a word. I myself will endeavor to put it out of my mind.”