"Merlin City is too amazing! Those magical bombs in the sky couldn't do anything to Merlin City! That was five hundred alchemical bombs! Enough to blow up all of London, but Merlin City's defensive magic array didn't even shake a bit!"
Draco Malfoy was excitedly telling Crabbe and Goyle about his experiences on the Merlin City tower platform aboard the Hogwarts Express—
Unfortunately, Crabbe and Goyle had been shopping with their parents in the city below at the time and had no idea that such a thing had happened. They really thought it was fireworks set off by Merlin City to celebrate!
No wonder those fireworks looked so different and imposing!
From the side, this also proved the power of Merlin City's defensive magic array—the residents of the city hadn't felt anything was wrong!
Draco was extremely proud:
"You don't know, but I was the first to discover those alchemical bombs. I was on the tower platform at the time…"
Pansy Parkinson very timely provided emotional value:
"Draco is great!"
Draco Malfoy nodded very proudly, as if Merlin City's strength was all his doing—
In his opinion, the owner of Merlin City, Count Dacre Daintisber, was his dear uncle!
"I bet the headline of today's 'Daily Prophet' will be about Merlin City's opening ceremony! The Count's unique opening ceremony was too shocking!"
Fortunately, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle didn't bet with Draco, otherwise he would have lost.
Because today's headline of the 'Daily Prophet' was—
The Ashwinder Gang Reappears After Years of Silence! The Entire Julius Family is Missing!
The opening of Merlin City, which would have been enough to shock the wizarding world, was pushed to the second page because of the appearance of the Ashwinder Gang.
It seems that people in the British wizarding world pay far more attention to terrifying events than to new things!
Campus life after the Christmas holidays was still so boring, and there didn't seem to be anything to write about this year.
Dana was still killing it on the Quidditch League field. It seems that he had been internally appointed as the Seeker for the England national team for the Quidditch World Cup in two years;
The little diary was now lying on the headmaster's desk, weak, pitiful, and helpless;
The basilisk, who was originally the boss of this school year, had its head chopped off by Dana last year;
The only fun Gilderoy Lockhart was locked up in Azkaban again,
And Severus Snape, who replaced him, was happy, but the Gryffindor students were not.
Merlin City, Merlin City, Merlin City—
The topics discussed by the students almost always revolved around Merlin City. This truly international metropolis in the wizarding world gave them endless things to talk about.
After a month like this,
The owner of Merlin City in the students' mouths, the great Count Daintisber, now appeared directly in Donna Avery's cell.
Donna Avery looked numbly at the archway of vines appearing in front of her,
Looked numbly as the Count walked out of the door,
Looked numbly as the Count made a strange "ho—" sound from his mouth, and then the Dementors moved away from the cell.
The air seemed to warm up, and even the Inferius John Flint, who was hugging her tightly, silently retreated to the side.
The Count looked at Donna Avery.
This woman was still naturally wearing Gilderoy Lockhart's purple robe, but now the robe was unrecognizable—the entanglement with the Inferius had made it more tattered than beggar's clothes—which allowed the Count to see Donna's exposed, skinny body.
The once-beautiful Donna now had sunken cheeks and eyes, and her face was covered with patches of frostbite.
Even though her mind was unclear, she still desperately protected her lower abdomen.
The Count didn't say anything, just quietly looked at Donna Avery.
No one knew how long had passed, probably because she was away from the Dementors, Donna's mind gradually cleared.
Her eyes finally moved, and then she was pleasantly surprised.
"Count! Is that you? Count?"
Donna Avery wanted to jump up, but her feet gave out and she fell to the ground with a thud.
She didn't seem to feel any pain, and scrambled to get up, shouting excitedly:
"Count! Are you finally taking me away?"
She was so happy that she was in tears—she had finally made it through!
She could leave this hellish place and live happily ever after with her beloved Gilderoy!
In a picturesque pastoral, their family of three would live a happy life…
She had had enough of this hellish place!
If her beloved Gilderoy knew that she had paid so much for him, he would probably love her even more, right?
"Wait a minute, Miss Avery," the Count waved his hand, pushing Donna away with a look of disgust on his face. "I have something to tell you today."
Donna heard the Count change her title to Miss Avery, and her heart tightened.
"Please call me Mrs. Lockhart, Count…"
"No, no, no," the Count shook his head and took out a two-way mirror from his robes. "Actually, you are no longer Mrs. Lockhart—Gilderoy Lockhart has entrusted me to inform you that his marital relationship with you has ended."
"Impossible!" Donna screamed, "He loves me so much, he would never abandon me! You're lying to me! You liar!"
The Count shrugged and opened the two-way mirror.
"Then please take a look at what Gilderoy Lockhart is doing now yourself—"
Donna Avery looked at the mirror, and with just one glance, collapsed to the ground. From the depths of her already cold body, a colder chill erupted.
In the mirror, Gilderoy Lockhart was in a luxuriously decorated room, with a blonde Slavic girl on one side and a wild Latin American girl on the other.
The mirror also conveyed Lockhart's conversation:
"Sir, you're so handsome and talented. Your wife must be very beautiful, right?"
"Wife? I don't have a wife."
"I don't believe it!"
"If I really have to say it, I did have a wife once, but she was a disgusting woman who even put a love potion in my coffee to get me!"
"Oh, that's too despicable!"
"Isn't it? I don't want to see that woman again."
"Ah—" Donna roared, wanting to snatch the mirror. "Gilderoy Lockhart!"
The Count tilted his body and closed the mirror.
Lockhart suddenly shuddered. He seemed to hear Donna Avery calling him.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small mirror on a shelf displaying antiques.
"That is…?"
"That's our dressing mirror, sir," said the Latin American girl.
Lockhart was distracted. The Slavic girl took out her wand—
"Obliviate!"
Lockhart fell to the ground.
"Mission complete! Now we just need to strip this guy and throw him in the suburbs!"
"The mission from BOSS was too easy!"
"Right? Who knew the famous adventurer Gilderoy Lockhart was such a joke!"
"Count, let me talk to him, let me talk to him!"
Donna Avery still tried to grab the mirror. Weak, she collapsed again, still protecting her abdomen.
"Miss Avery, your matter with Lockhart is over. Now we should talk about us."
Donna looked blank. She wanted to beg for the mirror again—but she froze.
The Count was shrinking.
In the blink of an eye, he had become a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.
Silver hair. Blue eyes.
"Dana Emrys?"
End of the Chapter.
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