Hp:Merlin From Azkaban

Dana walked out of Gringotts and immediately turned toward Knockturn Alley.

The entrance was directly across from Gringotts—an intentional design, no doubt, allowing wizards to deposit their ill-gotten gains quickly.

As soon as Dana stepped inside, a wave of stench assaulted him.

It was a foul mixture—fermented sauerkraut, rotting meat, and sweaty socks.

The alley was darker, colder, and more oppressive than anywhere else in Diagon Alley.

Pairs of hungry, predatory eyes locked onto him.

Then the whispering began.

"Look, he doesn't have a wand!"

"His clothes are old too!"

"You want to bother with such a pauper?"

"You fool! A young wizard like him fetches a high price for his flesh and blood!"

"Running into Knockturn Alley unprepared… he'll learn the price of ignorance soon enough."

"Heh, maybe he'll be smarter in his next life!"

The dark wizards and criminals of Knockturn Alley closed in, their wands drawn.

Dana stopped walking.

His expression turned cold.

"Gentlemen, are you planning to kill me?"

One of the men smirked.

"Of course, young sir. Isn't it obvious?"

Dana nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. Then it's perfectly legal for me to fight back, yes? Self-defense?"

The group burst into laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!"

"Hehehe!"

"Jie jie jie jie…"

"Ehehehehe…"

An elderly woman wheezed between chuckles:

"Boy, I've never seen anyone stupid enough to walk into Knockturn Alley unarmed! Not even those pure-blood nobles dare! So don't try to bluff your way out of this! Next time, if you survive, remember to bring—"

Her words cut off abruptly.

A green light burst from Dana's fingertips.

A cold, detached voice followed.

"Avada Kedavra."

The Killing Curse struck her square in the chest.

She collapsed instantly—lifeless, dead before she even hit the ground.

It was Dana's first time taking a life.

Rumors said that casting the Killing Curse affected a wizard's soul.

But Dana felt nothing.

His mind was clear, his thoughts sharper than ever.

He simply raised his hand again, his finger tracing the next target.

One by one.

These were murderers, slavers, criminals. Every single one of them deserved to die.

His left hand cast Shield Charms, blocking weak counterattacks—these wizards were pathetic.

Individually, none of them even had a tenth of Lucius Malfoy's strength.

Dana barely had to exert himself.

With his right hand, he continued to cast death.

The remaining criminals panicked.

"M-Monster!"

"H-He's using wandless magic! Run!"

"He's casting with both hands—impossible!"

Realization dawned too late—

They had attacked the wrong person.

The scum of Knockturn Alley scattered.

In seconds, the once crowded alley was emptied, bodies littering the ground.

One unlucky man tripped while fleeing, landing face-first into a filthy puddle.

Drenched in mud and sewage, he looked up—

And saw a pair of old, tattered boots standing before him.

He gulped.

The boots belonged to the man who had just massacred half the alley.

His breath hitched.

"Wh-What did I trip over?"

Dana smirked.

"No need to look. I used Transfiguration."

The man froze.

Then, realizing Dana hadn't killed him yet, he fell to his knees.

"Sir! Please! Spare me! I didn't mean any harm—I just wanted to watch the fight!"

Dana tilted his head.

"Tell me—where is Borgin and Burkes?"

The man's eyes lit up at the chance to live.

"S-Sir! Just keep walking forward! After you pass the Slaughterhouse Club, turn left into the narrow alley—walk about three hundred yards, and you'll see Borgin and Burkes' sign!"

Dana nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you a pleasant reincarnation—Avada Kedavra."

The man dropped dead.

Dana left the alley without looking back.

A person who leaves Azkaban… should look like someone from Azkaban.

Sirius Black?

Unqualified.

Dana hadn't originally intended to slaughter anyone.

But something inside him had shifted.

His mother's death had broken something deep within him.

And then—there was Merlin's bloodline.

Merlin was a Cambion—half-human, half-demon.

Perhaps the demonic blood had… enhanced his lack of remorse.

Dana didn't mind.

If anything, he felt stronger.

Following the directions, Dana soon reached the infamous shop.

The sign creaked overhead.

Stepping inside, Dana was immediately greeted by a strong, musty odor.

The air inside was thick, filled with dust, decay, and something metallic.

Dana had a theory—

The stench of Knockturn Alley?

It came from this very shop.

A small bell rang as he entered.

A moment later, a hooked nose and greasy, receding hair peeked from behind the counter.

"Ah! A customer!"

The man stepped forward, rubbing his hands together greedily.

"Welcome to Borgin and Burkes! I am the owner, Caractacus Borgin—but you may call me Mr. Borgin."

Dana stared at him, saying nothing.

Mr. Borgin's smile faltered.

Something about this young man unsettled him.

A feeling of unease settled in his gut.

Dana had just murdered half the alley, and his killing intent hadn't faded yet.

Mr. Borgin had seen killers before.

But this one…

This one was different.

"Sir… what can I do for you?"

Dana finally spoke.

"I want to buy information."

Mr. Borgin blinked.

"Information? Oh… I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir. I only deal in rare magical artifacts, not—"

A glint of gold flashed as Dana swept his sleeve across the counter.

A small pile of Galleons spilled onto the surface—

At least a thousand.

Mr. Borgin's expression transformed instantly.

"Ah! But of course, Borgin is happy to assist such a generous customer!"

He bowed slightly, still eyeing the Galleons greedily.

"Tell me, sir, what information do you seek?"

Dana's eyes darkened.

"Four years ago, in Livingston, a boy named Dana Avery was framed by the Avery family and sent to Azkaban. I need to know who was involved."

"Also—"

"After Dana was imprisoned, what happened to his mother, Anna Avery? Who contacted her? And how did she die?"

Mr. Borgin licked his lips.

"This… will take time…"

Dana dropped another pile of Galleons.

"You have until August 20th. If you lie to me—"

He glanced toward the entrance of Knockturn Alley.

"Ask around. You'll learn what happens to those who cross me."

End of the Chapter.

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