Grindelwald was silent for a long time.
Dana sat on the ground, not bothering him.
"Can you see the future too?"
"No, I can see important fragments of the past, and I can also see what the future of the world would be like without me. But now that I'm here, the future I know doesn't count.
But I know what kind of society truly serves the interests of the majority—and I have always believed that the interests of the vast majority are the greater interests."
"Would you put your revenge above the interests of everyone?"
Dana suddenly laughed:
"Mr. Grindelwald, aren't you overestimating my enemies? With my current strength and influence, wiping them out is easy. I just don't think that's enough.
A few months ago, I killed one of my enemies, but I regretted it immediately after. Considering the harm he inflicted on my mother, killing him was too merciful.
So, I want my enemies to slowly savor the pain, unable to live and unable to die. And coincidentally, my revolutionary plan can achieve all of this.
Dealing with them won't touch the foundation of the revolution at all. My comrades won't be burdened by my revenge plan."
Grindelwald nodded and turned to push open the wooden window.
A slight warm breeze blew in, and Grindelwald smiled, squinting:
"It's been a long time since I've seen the sunlight. My eyes are a little unaccustomed."
Tears streamed from his stinging eyes, and Grindelwald carelessly wiped them away with his dirty sleeve, then stretched.
"Do you think Albus would recognize me if he saw me like this now?"
This was the last match before the start of the school year.
The team and the stadium were his, so he could really do whatever he wanted.
To give the audience some sense of participation, so they wouldn't feel the ticket price wasn't worth it, Dana arranged an opening performance—he brought back some unemployed professional players and had them perform flying stunts.
The audience enjoyed it immensely. Of course, the home team ending the battle in three seconds had become the norm. Everyone seemed to just be going through the motions, witnessing another victory for the Chudley Cannons.
Because of the audience's enthusiasm, Dana decided to give the audience one more minute. The other players had returned to the locker room, but Dana continued to fly around the field for a while.
As he carried his broom, walking alone in the players' tunnel, two people suddenly jumped out of a utility room beside him—
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Two green lights shot straight at Dana.
However, the Killing Curse missed, and Dana Emrys vanished into thin air.
The two assassins looked at each other, but didn't notice an ant on the ground crawling behind them.
"Stupefy!"
With both hands firing simultaneously, the two assassins fell to the ground.
Dana didn't return to the players' locker room. He wasn't afraid of being seen in this deserted corridor.
The Spandim Gate opened, and Dana transformed into Dentis, taking the two men back to the castle of Hirschidri.
When the two assassins woke up, they found themselves in a dungeon, facing the most popular figure in the British wizarding world—Count Darke de Dentis.
This Count often appeared in newspapers, so the two naturally recognized him.
If they had the chance to meet such a great figure in ordinary times, they would naturally try to curry favor—but now, locked in chains in a gloomy dungeon, they probably weren't in the mood.
"Tell me, who asked you to assassinate Dana Emrys?"
The two assassins looked at each other, somewhat unclear about the situation.
The Count frowned, obviously a little impatient:
"Crucio!"
"Ah— — — — — —! !"
This dungeon was located three or four floors below the castle. The stairs leading up had to pass through six or seven doors—even if a thousand Augureys were chirping here, the people above ground probably wouldn't hear a thing.
The two assassins writhed in their chains for a while, and the Count stopped the torture.
"Speak, who asked you to attack a twelve-year-old wizard?"
One of the assassins, covered in sweat, said weakly:
"It was Donna Avery!"
The other assassin exclaimed:
"Hipila, you!"
The assassin named Hipila shook his head:
"It's not worth selling your life for that little money, Archie."
Archie rebuked:
"Miss treated us well! If it weren't for her, we'd still be picking 'trash' in Knockturn Alley!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light shot from Dana's fingertips, and the assassin Archie instantly lost his breath, slumping down, pulling the iron chains suspending his hands taut.
"Alright, tell me, why does Donna Avery want to assassinate Dana Emrys?"
Dana looked at Hipila.
Hipila swallowed—if he didn't speak, he would die; if he did, although the hope of survival was slim, at least there was hope, wasn't there?
"In the early years, Miss Avery seemed to have offended that Quaffle Chaser, and their feud seems to be quite deep.
It's just that recently, that little wizard has risen to fame, gaining a lot of prestige, and you, Count, bought the Chudley Cannons—Miss is worried that Dana Emrys will affect your relationship with their Avery family, so she asked us to do it."
The Count was stunned for a moment, obviously he hadn't considered this issue.
This Donna Avery is quite decisive, acting immediately when she senses a threat…
Too bad she's a love brain.
The Count glanced at the assassin and asked:
"Do you want to die or live?"
The assassin nodded frantically:
"I want to live, I want to live!"
The Count nodded,
"Living is good too, it can save me a spell."
As the Count spoke, he waved his hand—
A flash of light passed, Archie's head separated from his body, and then flew over and landed in the Count's hand.
Then the door of the dungeon disappeared, and the entire dungeon was sealed.
Then an archway appeared in front of the Count, and he stepped into it.
The archway disappeared, leaving the assassin Hipila alone here.
"Count! Count! Please let me go!"
However, all that echoed back to him was the echo in the dungeon—
"Let me go… me go… me… …"
The Count did let him live, but as for how long he could live, it probably depended on the fat on Hipila's body.
Looking sideways at his companion's headless corpse, Hipila regretted it—
He might as well have been taken away by a Killing Curse!
"Wang Wenhui!"
The Count appeared at Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
"Coming, coming!"
Wang Wenhui ran down from upstairs excitedly,
"BOSS, you came just in time. My sister just sorted out our financial statements for last month— The income from all our industries is as much as twelve thousand Galleons, enough for the operation of the Ashwinder Gang!"
The Count glared at him:
"Why are you so short-sighted? I didn't come to you to hear this."
"Oh, oh! BOSS, just tell me what you need!"
"Find a few people, disguise them as Chudley Cannons fans, beat up Gilderoy Lockhart, and then have him tell Donna Avery—stop messing with Dana Emrys, or next time it won't be as simple as a beating."
"Okay, BOSS!"
Although Wang Wenhui was a little puzzled, he just had to do what the BOSS ordered.
"By the way, also have Gilderoy hand this over to Donna Avery."
The Count threw a package containing a forty-centimeter square wooden box to Wang Wenhui.
"Alright! BOSS, just watch, old Wang, I will definitely do things beautifully!"
Wang Wenhui went to arrange the work happily.
Dana stroked his chin:
Donna Avery, don't keep courting death. If I can't help but kill you, wouldn't that be a waste of the feast I prepared for you?
Although it's not satisfying now, it's always okay to beat your husband to vent my anger and collect some interest, right?
End of the Chapter.
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