When Dana returned to the Gryffindor common room with the food, he was welcomed by all the little lions standing up.
They nodded, smiled, and applauded him.
The twins were the most excited, rushing up to hug him tightly, shaking him vigorously.
Dana had to lower his head, trying to keep the mushroom soup in the bag from spilling.
"Dana, you're amazing!"
"Now you're a professional player!"
Dana smoothed the hair that had been messed up by the twins and shook his head.
"Just a substitute."
Fred exclaimed, "Substitute? Even a substitute is a professional player!"
George took the food from his hand. "Why are you eating leftovers? We're having a feast today! Fred and I will go to the kitchen to get you fresh ones later!"
Dana still shook his head. "No, I still have to read, so let's not celebrate."
Dana nodded to the little lions and walked into the staircase leading to the dormitory.
Fred: "Ah—Dana doesn't want to celebrate."
George: "It's okay, we can celebrate even if he's not here."
Fred: "George, let's go to the kitchen!"
George: "Of course!, take out the Firewhisky you've been hiding, we're going to have a good time today!"
Dana was still quite happy in his heart.
For half a school year, he had earned many points for Gryffindor but had not been recognized.
But today, just by becoming a player for the Chudley Cannons, he immediately received the goodwill of the entire Gryffindor—it could only be said that Quidditch was too important in the eyes of young wizards.
Still, he clearly saw Ron with a dazed look and Harry with a forced smile.
—Harry was worried that he would replace him as Seeker on the team, right?
The little boy's anxiety... and perhaps also his inferiority?
Dana shook his head and continued climbing the stairs.
Harry still had a long way to go before becoming a qualified savior.
When he got to the dormitory, Dana started eating.
Tonight's fried fish was not bad. Paired with a sweet and sour dipping sauce, it went well with the bread—Madam Hooch had done her best. Not knowing he disliked bread wasn't her fault.
Of course, he didn't hate bread. He'd eaten moldy bread for four years. How could he not eat this soft and sweet bread now?
After eating, Dana wrapped up the kitchen waste and casually placed it in the corner of the room—a house-elf would come clean it in the middle of the night. He didn't need to worry about it.
Sitting at the table, he opened the French textbook.
It was dark outside the window. Nothing could be seen, only raindrops hitting the glass, illuminated by the indoor lights like glowing snails.
Suddenly, the two-way mirror in his arms heated up.
Dana took it out—it was Wang Wenhui.
Dana quickly transformed into the appearance of Darke Dentis and connected the mirror.
"BOSS! It's me. The newly recruited one hundred and twenty people have gathered according to your instructions."
Dana nodded. "At the Black family's old house?"
"Yes, sir. They're all at 12 Grimmauld Place."
"Very good. I know. I'll be right over."
Jake Murray was a Muggle-born wizard—what pure-bloods often called a Mudblood.
He looked around nervously—this was clearly a large mansion that once belonged to a pure-blood lord.
Around him were wizards just as down on their luck. About a hundred of them packed the first-floor hall, all looking like vagrants.
There was a large blank space on the wall along the staircase to the second floor. Jake had worked construction before and could tell a portrait had once hung there.
At the passage entrance leading to the kitchen, an old house-elf muttered curses to himself.
The crowd began to get anxious. Some even suspected that Wang Wenhui had lured them into a trap.
They all knew of the Ashwinder Party—a criminal group that had disbanded a century ago. If not for the promise of fifty Galleons, none of them would have shown up.
After all, who would really offer a job with fifty Galleons a month to someone like them?
The noise grew. Shouting and cursing filled the room. Etiquette was a luxury the starving couldn't afford.
Wang Wenhui walked down from the second floor. "Quiet! Quiet! Our BOSS is coming soon!"
The crowd quieted for two seconds, then burst out louder than before.
"Look! What's that?!"
Someone pointed behind Wang Wenhui.
He turned—and there it was.
The familiar portal made of vines.
From within the starlit curtain, a young man stepped out—dignified, sharp-eyed, wearing a regal purple wizard robe (Dana had broken his earlier promise—this robe was too tempting, even if it might be Merlin's burial shroud…).
His eyes swept the crowd, and silence fell.
People swallowed hard, waiting for what came next.
"I am Darke Dentis, a French wizard born in China."
He drew his wand and waved it, chanting a spell—
The hall expanded instantly, the crowd given space as though it had always been that large.
"Undetectable Extension Charm!" someone gasped.
More murmurs followed when Dana conjured a chair behind each person with a casual flick of his wand.
"Everyone, please sit."
Once they were seated, Dana spoke again:
"I sincerely want to hire each of you. I run many industries—you'll have work. I guarantee the fifty-Galleon salary."
He flicked his wand again, and a large bag of Galleons floated upward and exploded like a golden constellation above them.
"Soon, you'll be able to live with dignity. Just work hard."
Excitement rippled through the crowd.
Then Dana gestured toward Wang Wenhui.
"I know you have concerns. Wang Wenhui may have mentioned the Ashwinder Party."
The room grew tense.
"I know the Ashwinder Party once had a terrible reputation. But the past Ashwinder Party is long gone. Today's Ashwinder Party is something new."
He let the silence hang.
"I can see it—you've all suffered. But have you asked yourselves why you've lived like this?"
"Because we're Muggle-borns!" someone shouted.
"Because we're not British!"
"Because I committed a crime!"
"Because I have a Muggle parent!"
Dana raised his hand.
"So... you've all been judged for your pasts and bloodline?"
"Yes!" they roared.
"Is that your fault?"
"No!!"
"You only want to survive, to support your families. And yet the wizarding world denies you that chance. No, the problem isn't you. It's the world."
Murmurs of agreement rippled again.
"You might think I'm a criminal for saying this," Dana continued, smiling.
"But it's me—this so-called criminal—who is giving you a real chance at life.
The wizarding world is ruled by pure-blood families. They own ninety-five percent of everything. They won't feed you, but they won't let you seek food in the Muggle world either.
So what choice do you have?
Wait to die?
Or become criminals, sent to Azkaban to rot?"
The room was dead silent.
Dana continued, his voice calm but strong.
"Why did I choose the name Ashwinder?"
He looked around at the confused expressions.
"Ashwinders are born from flame. They live just one hour—but in that time, they lay eggs that can burn a house down.
They are weak—but not to be underestimated. They exist for their offspring."
He pointed at them.
"This is why we fight. For our children."
He raised his voice.
"Do you want your children to live like rats, like you?"
No one answered.
"Do you want that?!"
"I am not willing!" Jake Murray shouted, eyes blazing.
The room erupted:
"I am not willing!"
"I am not willing!"
"We are not willing!"
Dana nodded with satisfaction.
"Then become Ashwinders. Burn down the old world. Build a new one. A fair world, a free world, where we can live as people."
Jake raised both arms.
"Unity! Unity!"
The chant spread.
"Unity! Unity!"
Dana silenced the room with a gesture.
"So, I ask you: are you willing to join the Ashwinder Party?"
"WILLING!"
"LONG LIVE THE ASHWINDER PARTY!"
Dana stepped forward as the floor parted, forming a massive ring at the center of the hall.
"Protego Diabolica!"
Blue flames surged around the ring.
"This spell can distinguish loyalty from betrayal," Dana said calmly.
"Those who cross this fire with loyalty will be unharmed. But if you try to deceive me—spy on us—you will be reduced to ash.
I give you this choice freely.
Step into the fire if you believe in this cause.
If you only came here for work, I'll still employ you.
But know this: deceit will cost you your life."
Jack Murray didn't hesitate. He strode forward.
"Long live the Ashwinder Party!"
He stepped through the flames, untouched.
Dana smiled and embraced him.
"What's your name, comrade?"
"Jack Murray!"
Wang Wenhui followed quickly, eyes gleaming.
Soon, wizard after wizard stepped into the circle.
Of 120, only two stayed behind.
"Sir, we just want to work," one said. "We can't... do this kind of thing."
Dana nodded kindly. "Everyone has their path."
He turned to Wang Wenhui. "Take them to the guest rooms. Let them start at the dragon farm tomorrow."
"Yes, BOSS."
"If they have families, house them nearby."
"No families, sir."
"Good. Just don't talk about what happened here. Can I trust that?"
"Yes, sir!"
Dana smiled and waved them off.
The rest of the wizards were filled with awe.
Such a kind leader!
If this were Voldemort or Grindelwald, those two would've been dead already.
But the next day, the two vanished without a trace.
Only Kreacher found a small pile of ashes in their room.
Because in truth—they had stepped into the blue fire in their hearts.
And it had judged them.After all, being burned to ashes in an instant, these two people had a lot of malice towards Dana.
Revolution is a business that costs lives, and it must not be sloppy—even using the Obliviate is not enough, what if the other party remembers it?
End of the Chapter.
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