3. Super Power Out Of Control

"I don't know what to think or what to do," Aurelius said, lowering his head and leaning against the wall. He was feeling incredibly nervous, fully aware of the immense power of Grindelwald. It was needless to explain the capabilities of such a dark wizard, who could even be referred to as the Dark Lord. Wouldn't Grindelwald, with his mastery of Legilimency, understand Aurelius' thoughts?

"You seem a bit anxious," Grindelwald remarked, glancing at him. It wasn't surprising, as Credence had always been nervous when faced with anyone. Aurelius' nervousness was characteristic of him.

Grindelwald opened his arms and hugged Aurelius. "Listen, Credence, you're not a monster. You're a special young man, just like me. Let's find him together, as we agreed. It doesn't matter if it's him or her. I will teach you magic and take you back to the world you deserve."

"Don't disappoint me, alright?"

"Alright..."

"Hey! You annoying people, get out of the way! Don't stand behind my house!" A rude man with a beard shouted from the second-floor window.

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a murderous intent. A Muggle and an inferior creature dared to scold him!

In short, they were asking for trouble!

"What are you looking at, you son of a bitch!" The bearded man extended his heavily-muscled arm out of the window, showcasing his tattoos.

"Let's go," Grindelwald said, holding back his anger. He wasn't known for having a good temper, but he had the wise judgment to control his fury. He couldn't reveal his true identity yet. His goal hadn't been achieved, and he hadn't found the key to defeating Dumbledore.

He couldn't do anything in front of Credence.

"You idiot! Go to hell!"

If they didn't seek death, they wouldn't find it.

Grindelwald suppressed his anger, but the bearded man continued to provoke him. He even felt that words weren't enough, so he picked up half a brick from the balcony and hurled it at the two of them.

Grindelwald noticed the incoming brick and dodged, but Aurelius didn't have the same reflexes. The half brick hit him squarely in the back, causing him severe and burning pain.

Aurelius, who was hunched over, became instantly angered. His eyes turned pure white, his face contorted with rage...

This wasn't good! An Obscurus?

Why was it manifesting at this moment?

Like a splash of cold water on his head, Aurelius snapped back to reality and repressed the Obscurus, which was ready to be unleashed, back into his body.

"I'm... I'm fine. Let's go," Aurelius said, clutching his back as he stumbled out of the alley.

As he exited the alley, Aurelius glanced expressionlessly at the laughing bearded man, who was out of Grindelwald's line of sight...

He knew the bearded man was as good as dead!

It wasn't Aurelius who wouldn't spare him, but the Obscurus within him.

Although he was currently suppressing it, who knew what would happen...

Later that night, Aurelius prepared for bed, going to sleep later than usual. He had a premonition that when he fell asleep, the bearded man's life would come to an end. There was no logical reason for this premonition, but it weighed heavily on him knowing that someone's life could potentially be lost because of him. However, he recognized that staying awake indefinitely was unrealistic, so he tried to let go of the psychological burden.

As he lay in bed, he heard his breathing become faint and saw black smoke emanating from his body. It was not a mere release of gas, but a process of assimilation and transformation. Slowly, his body was consumed by the black mist until he disappeared completely.

Outside, two NYPD police officers were grumbling about being called for duty just as they were about to finish their night shift. One of them joked about wanting to have a cup of coffee, relax in the office, and read the newspaper before going home to sleep. Their complaints abruptly stopped when they arrived at the scene of a collapsed building.

Meanwhile, a fat middle-aged reporter eagerly approached them, claiming to have witnessed a mysterious gust of wind that looked like a ghost. He emphasized that amidst the darkness, he could see its sparkling white eyes.

The police officers listened to the reporter's words, finding them surreal. But there was someone who understood exactly what the reporter was describing. Grindelwald, disguised as Percival Graves, the Minister of Security of the Magical Congress of America, was about to start his day when he stumbled upon the peculiar collapse. Wizards couldn't directly sense magic but relied on observable details to deduce its presence. The collapse seemed unusual, affecting only one building while leaving the surrounding floors untouched. Grindelwald suspected that magical powers were at play.

As the reporter continued to speculate whether the incident was caused by atmospheric turbulence or a gas explosion, Grindelwald observed the Muggle police officers below, knowing that his mastery of Legilimency would soon reveal the truth."The Obscurial... Grindelwald's eyes narrowed as the memory of the Muggle witness played vividly in his mind - a chilling black mist that radiated fear."

"Unlike most wizards today who are unfamiliar with Obscurus, Grindelwald is the exception. Over twenty years ago, he witnessed one firsthand, and its enchanting yet terrifying power left an indelible mark on him."

"This is why he embarked on a journey from Europe to the United States, assuming the disguise of an undercover agent."

"He couldn't directly confront Dumbledore since no one else possessed the capability to challenge him, except...the Obscurial."

"Damn it! He's right here, in New York, within that orphanage... But who is he?"

"Kaka—"

"The walls of the ruins let out a mournful wail as a crack emerged from the ground, accompanied by a bone-chilling roar that seemed to echo from the depths of Hell itself..."