Hp:Merlin From Azkaban

As expected, suspicion had arisen after all.

Thinking this, Dana said to Mr. Borgin:

"Mr. Borgin, I'm counting on you for that batch of alchemical items I ordered. Remember, I only want goods from legitimate channels—don't mix in any dark magic items."

Mr. Borgin was momentarily stunned, but upon seeing the Auror walking in, he quickly adapted, responding with a smile:

"Of course, no problem at all. It's rare to see a customer as generous and straightforward as Mr. Dantes. I will certainly not disappoint you."

He reached beneath the counter, pulling out a small, rectangular mirror.

"Once the 'goods' arrive, I will contact you immediately—this is a two-way mirror. Keep it safe. If it starts to heat up, that means I'm looking for you."

Dana nodded, accepting the mirror.

Then, he deliberately placed a thousand Galleons on the counter.

Turning slightly, he ensured the Auror caught sight of the gleaming gold coins.

Sure enough, the Auror's eyes flickered toward the gold, momentarily distracted.

"Very good. This is the deposit. I believe Mr. Borgin will not let me down."

"Of course, sir."

Dana turned, walking straight up to the Auror.

With an enthusiastic tone, he greeted:

"Mr. Auror, we meet again! Merlin above, are all English Aurors this dedicated?"

The Auror, now fully convinced, relaxed.

"Actually, it's just that a major case happened here recently. We've been assigned to increase patrols."

Dana raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity.

"A major case? If it's not confidential, could you share the details? I'd love a good story for my friends."

The Auror chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention.

*"Oh, it's no secret. A few days ago, a dark wizard went on a killing spree in Knockturn Alley—more than a dozen people dead in one go.

Since the Dark Lord's fall, there's never been an incident with so many unnatural deaths of wizards!"*

"Oh, that's terrible!"

Dana's hand slipped five gold Galleons into the Auror's pocket, unnoticed by others.

"I'd better get out of here quickly, then. Would it be possible for Mr. Auror to escort me out of Knockturn Alley?"

The Auror's eyes twinkled, and his smile widened.

"Of course! Protecting the public is our duty!"

As Dana and the Auror walked out together, Mr. Borgin watched them leave.

His expression?

Strange. Inexplicable.

For the past two days, Sally Avery had been feeling restless.

Tonight, he closed his bakery early, returning to the small apartment at the back—

Sally Avery lived in a Muggle neighborhood.

Despite being part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, he had ended up disgraced and forgotten.

A Squib.

A minor outcast.

He had been expelled from the family long ago.

Sighing, he made himself a cup of black tea, then sank into his couch.

Forty years old. Still unmarried.

Witches looked down on him.

Muggle women thought he was strange.

"When will these days end?"

Sally sighed, closing his eyes.

His mind drifted to Anna Avery—

A wonderful woman.

Struggling alone to raise a child.

Yet she rejected him.

All because he was a Squib?

Then, suddenly—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A sound from the window.

Sally's eyes snapped open.

An owl perched on his windowsill.

"A letter? For me?"

Sally hesitated.

Then, he stood and opened the window—

Allowing the owl to enter.

The owl fluttered inside, circling.

"Hey, hey! No need to come in—just drop the letter and go!"

But the owl didn't leave.

Instead, it shimmered, twisted, and—

Transformed.

Into a man in a purple robe.

Sally gasped, stumbling back.

Tripping over his coffee table, he fell under the couch.

"Y-You… Who are you?"

The purple-robed man sneered.

Then, he pointed a finger.

"Crucio!"

Agony ripped through Sally's body.

His screams filled the apartment.

Ten minutes of pure torture.

By the time it ended, Sally lay drenched in sweat.

"W-What do you want…?"

But before he could finish—

"Imperio!"

The Imperius Curse.

Sally's mind went blank.

His expression dulled.

The purple-robed man—Dana—smirked.

After learning that Sally Avery had betrayed his mother, Dana had immediately come for him.

A Squib.

Living in a Muggle town, away from Ministry detection.

Under the Imperius Curse, Sally would now answer truthfully.

"Why did you send that letter to Ollivander Avery? Why betray Anna Avery?"

Sally's dazed voice answered:

*"John Flint came to me. He said if I helped him get the tapestry from Anna's house, he'd pay me 50 Galleons.

I figured that if Anna or her son went to Azkaban, the other would eventually lose the tapestry anyway."*

Dana's jaw clenched.

"You betrayed your sister-in-law for 50 Galleons?"

"She's not my sister-in-law. I was expelled from the family long ago."

"You proposed to her!"

"She rejected me. So why should I care?"

Dana took a deep breath, trying to control his rage.

"Where does John Flint live?"

"I don't know. After that day, he disappeared."

"Which Ministry official helped Ollivander Avery?"

"I don't know. But Donna Avery does."

"And when you stole the tapestry, what was my mother's condition?"

"She could barely speak. Couldn't even stand."

Dana's vision blurred.

He could see it now—

His mother, helpless, unable to fight back, as her ancestral home was robbed.

His pupils burned red.

"And what did you do after taking the tapestry?"

Sally hesitated.

*"I… I demanded my payment from John Flint, but he refused.

I was angry. I felt like I was cheated.

So… I took Anna."*

Dana's blood ran cold.

His pupils turned completely red—

Like glowing rubies.

An uncontrollable magical aura erupted from his body.

He canceled the Imperius Curse.

Restored his true appearance.

Then, his voice darkened.

"Sally Avery. Look at me."

Sally, now free from the curse, stared.

His face turned ghostly pale.

"Dana…?"

Realization hit him.

He remembered everything he had just confessed.

Terror gripped him.

"Dana… I-I didn't mean to! It was John Flint! And Donna! They forced me—"

Dana's eyes held no mercy.

He raised a finger.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding green light burst forth—

Twice as thick as normal.

As the body hit the floor, Dana muttered:

"Heh. Using all three Unforgivable Curses… looks like I'm bound for Azkaban."

Tears of blood ran down his cheeks.

End of the Chapter.

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