"That's right, I am Dana Emrys.
You brought Sally Avery and John Flint to my house to coerce my mother and me.
You slapped my mother several times and kicked her to the ground, using my life to force her to impersonate Goyle Avery.
You deceived me by promising to pay Galleons to treat my mother's illness, coveting my family's wealth.
And after I left Azkaban, you even sent assassins to kill me.
Adding it all up, you've done quite a bit.
So—
Now I'm here."
With each sentence Dana spoke, his eyes turned redder.
Dana was clearly aware of this, and with a wave of his hand, the rough stone floor of the cell transformed into a mahogany sofa and coffee table.
With another wave, a complete tea set appeared on the coffee table.
Dana leisurely arranged the tea set, completely ignoring Donna Avery's expression as it shifted from shock to confusion, then to understanding, then to resentment, and finally to fear.
"So it was all you! All you! You schemed against me!"
Everything that happened to her and Gilderoy Lockhart was orchestrated by this little devil in front of her! She had foolishly believed his lies, and now she was trapped in Azkaban!
Her sweet love had been nothing more than a carefully woven lie, a trap that would ruin her life!
The resentment and anger in Donna Avery's eyes burned fiercely. She mustered her remaining strength, wanting to pounce on Dana and bite off a piece of his flesh.
However, Dana simply pointed a finger, and thick vines grew from all directions, locking her limbs and suspending her in the air.
Dana ignored Donna Avery's screams and curses and began to boil water.
He watched the water bubbling in the kettle, and his mood gradually calmed down, the blood-red pupils slowly returning to their lake-green hue.
He needed to calm himself, lest he repeat what happened last time and let Sally Avery off too easily with a mere Avada.
Hmm—now he just needed to find Avalon, and he could pull the dead back to the present world. Besides bringing his mother back, perhaps he could also drag Sally Avery back to the present world and then torture him for a hundred years?
Warming the pot, scalding the cups, adding the tea, rinsing the tea, brewing, serving.
He lifted a teacup to his nose and took a deep sniff.
Comfortable!
Dana felt his heart completely calm down.
"Donna Avery,"
Dana silenced Donna's mouth and then said,
"Why do you think I'm brewing tea here?"
Donna Avery glared at him, making "Woohoo" sounds in her throat, struggling violently.
"I'm afraid I can't control myself and kill you right away. If that were the case, it would be too easy for you."
Dana said as if talking to himself,
"Sally Avery died too easily. I regretted it after I killed him."
Dana sipped his tea and looked up at Donna Avery. The woman had just heard that Sally Avery was killed by Dana, and her expression was one of astonishment.
"So for you, for Oliver Avery, for Cornelius Fudge, for Barty Crouch Senior, I won't simply kill you—I want you to suffer, the more the better."
Donna Avery's pupils dilated violently—had Dana Emrys investigated everyone involved in the events of that year so thoroughly?
"Crucio."
As Dana calmly recited the incantation, Donna Avery began to twitch like a beast, howling like an animal from her throat.
"Look—this is the favorite torture method of Voldemort and the Death Eaters,"
Dana said,
"But I think this kind of physical pain is too low-level, and it doesn't require any skill—the pain will end when you stop casting the spell. And if you accidentally torture someone to the point of insanity, then no matter how much you torment them, they won't have any feedback, like a piece of living meat.
If that were the case, there would be no sense of revenge at all."
"But only by making you suffer physically and mentally for a long time can my soul be at peace."
Dana stopped the Cruciatus Curse, put down his teacup, and stood up.
He took out his wand and drew a few strokes here and there in the cell, the magic lines he outlined in the air, and then sank into the floor, walls, and ceiling of the cell.
"Do you know what I'm doing?"
Donna shook her head in terror—the unknown is the most terrifying.
This twelve-year-old devil in front of her should never be treated with ordinary eyes! Because now the entire wizarding world is being played by him!
"I'm adding a Confundus Charm array to this cell. You certainly know the Confundus Charm, but the effect is stronger when integrated into an array, and the duration is not short—hmm, I think it can last about three hundred years?
This way, no one will bother you! People will ignore this cell, even if they stand at the door, they won't see you or hear you. In their minds, this is just a wall.
And this array won't have any impact on the operating system of Azkaban itself, so the food and water that should be distributed to you will still be distributed."
Dana released the Tongue-Tying Curse, and Donna Avery regained the power of speech.
"I'm leaving. If you want to say something, you better do it now."
After the initial anger, Donna Avery had calmed down, and the fear in her heart slowly grew, now completely dominating her.
"Please, let me go! I don't want to be here, not at all! I'm willing to be your slave, you can make me do anything! As long as you're willing to let me go!"
Dana shook his head:
"Is this what you wanted to say? That's too disappointing."
He summoned the Gates of Spandim.
Donna hurriedly shouted: "Don't go! I have a secret, I can tell you a big secret!"
Dana stopped and turned around:
"Oh?"
"As long as you let me go, I'll tell you the secret!"
Dana nodded:
"Okay, I won't kill you, tell me."
Donna didn't seem to hear what Dana said, only hearing the word "Okay," and began to recount like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:
"At first, I didn't know why John Flint was targeting your family's tapestry, but later I felt his motives were impure, so I followed him and discovered the secret of the tapestry, and then formed a cooperative relationship with him.
I heard him say that the reason he knew about the tapestry was because there was an organization called the Avar Witch Coven, which was offering a reward for a treasure in Merlin's Secret Treasure—they said they only wanted that treasure, and John Flint could dispose of the other wealth and knowledge as he pleased.
After exploring for more than ten years, John Flint accidentally discovered that the tapestry was in your mother's hands…"
"The Avar Witch Coven?"
Dana frowned,
"Is that all? Not enough."
Donna Avery began to panic,
"Look! The origin of your troubles is this witch coven. If it weren't for them, John Flint wouldn't have targeted your family, right?"
Dana snorted coldly,
"It's not even certain whether this Avar Witch Coven really exists, and you want to save yourself with this? Do you think this can compensate for your sins?"
Donna Avery shouted:
"I have another secret, I have another secret!"
Her speech was very fast, afraid that Dana would turn around and leave here,
"Initially, my uncle was looking for a way to save Goyle, and he had no clue at all. It was after meeting with Dumbledore that he asked me to find someone to replace Goyle!"
"Dumbledore?"
This name surprised Dana a little,
"How could Albus Dumbledore help a Death Eater?"
Donna Avery shook her head repeatedly,
"I don't know! I've told you everything I know!"
Dana didn't get an answer from Donna, but he had his own speculation.
It is described in the original book that Oliver Avery was not a Death Eater, but a good friend of Voldemort; Goyle Avery was a Death Eater, a good friend of Snape.
So—is there a possibility that Goyle Avery was Oliver Avery's son, the little Avery in the original book?
Little Avery's behavior after Voldemort's return was very stupid, repeatedly messing up several things that Voldemort had entrusted to him…
This person was an excellent graduate of Slytherin, and a proud friend of Snape, how could he be a stupid person?
Then there is only one answer, this Goyle Avery was also a spy planted by Dumbledore in the Death Eaters!
In this way, it would be logical for Dumbledore to find a way to acquit him.
Dumbledore…
Good, good, good!
Although you didn't directly participate in this matter, your suggestion indirectly caused my family to be destroyed!
I heard that the softness in your heart is Ariana Dumbledore? And Gellert Grindelwald?
—Don't think about those things yet. It seems that Donna Avery's value has been squeezed dry, and it's time to finish.
"Well, so Dumbledore also participated! Very good, Donna Avery, I'm very satisfied with this news."
"Then can you let me go?"
Dana smiled, smiling so brightly that Donna thought she would most likely be let go,
However—
"Of course not."
Dana waved his hand, and immediately vines drilled into Donna's mouth, prying it open,
Then a cold light flashed, and Donna Avery's tongue fell down.
"Ah—————! ! "
Dana took out the medicinal powder, roughly applied medicine to Donna Avery, and quickly stopped the bleeding.
"What makes you think I would keep my word with an enemy?"
Dana smiled,
"Okay, I'm actually a very trustworthy person. I said I wouldn't kill you, and I will definitely do it.
Not only will I do it, but I will also do it best, so I won't allow you to commit suicide."
Dana waved his hand again, and Donna Avery's limbs were broken, and finally freed from the shackles of the vines, falling to the ground.
Applying medicine to stop the bleeding, Dana issued a new order to the Inferi John Flint:
"Take good care of her, feed her every day, don't let her die—if she doesn't chew, you chew for her and force it into her throat!"
Inferi John: "Roar roar!"
Dana finally took one last look at Donna Avery:
"Goodbye, Miss Avery, maybe after you give birth to the child, I will come to see you again. I wish you a pleasant time."
Donna Avery: "Ho ho ho! Ah————————! ! "
End of the Chapter.
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