SCENE 119
EXT. THE VIADUCT AT HOGWARTS—DAY
We see that DUMBLEDORE is hollow-eyed. His usual calm has gone. He’s a man at the end of his tether.
DUMBLEDORE
Is it true about Leta?
NEWT nods.
NEWT
Yes.
DUMBLEDORE
I’m so sorry.
NEWT pulls out the vial. DUMBLEDORE stares at it, simultaneously tormented and amazed.
NEWT
It’s a blood pact, isn’t it? You swore not to fight each other.
Bitterly ashamed, DUMBLEDORE nods.
DUMBLEDORE
(overcome)
How in the name of Merlin did you manage to get . . . ?
The Niffler pokes its head out of NEWT’S jacket, sad to see the pendant go.
NEWT
Grindelwald doesn’t seem to understand the nature of things he considers simple.
DUMBLEDORE raises his hands to show the Admonitors.
CLOSE ON THESEUS.
He raises his wand.
BACK TO DUMBLEDORE AND NEWT.
The Admonitors fall from DUMBLEDORE’S wrists.
The vial—blood troth—hangs in the air between them.
NEWT
Can you destroy it?
DUMBLEDORE
Maybe . . . maybe.
Overcome, tearful, he tries to speak cheerfully.
DUMBLEDORE
(of the Niffler)
Would he like a cup of tea?
They turn to walk back toward Hogwarts.
NEWT
He’ll have some milk. Hide the teaspoons.
The others walk slowly after them.
SCENE 120
INT. NURMENGARD CASTLE—DAWN
GRINDELWALD
You have suffered the most heinous of betrayals, most purposely bestowed upon you by your own blood. Your own flesh and blood. And just as he has celebrated your torment, your brother seeks to destroy you.
CREDENCE inhales sharply. His chick steps gingerly onto GRINDELWALD’S palm. GRINDELWALD throws it in the air, where it catches alight.
GRINDELWALD
There is a legend in your family that a phoenix will come to any member who is in dire need.
Given room at last, the bird stretches its wings and becomes full size. The bird is aflame, a phoenix reborn.
GRINDELWALD
It is your birthright, my boy. As is the name I now restore to you.
(whispers)
Aurelius. Aurelius Dumbledore.
CREDENCE turns. The power of his Obscurus can at last be channeled. He points the wand at the window and a spell of immense power shatters the glass and breaks apart the mountain opposite.
CREDENCE stands staring through the shattered glass at his handiwork. He is extraordinary, and this is just his beginning.