116. Yusuf Kama

Tomb of Père Lachaise.

A man kneels before a statue, clasping his hands in prayer.

Slowly, Leta came up from behind.

"Yusuf..." Leta called softly.

Yusuf Kama opened his eyes and looked at Leta's strange yet familiar face.

They look similar in three ways, except that Yusuf is of pure black race, while Leta's skin is much fairer than his, and her eyebrows are more European.

"My little sister?" Yusuf stood up with difficulty. He looked very weak as if he might die at any moment.

Leta nodded silently.

"Is it you?" Yusuf asked again.

"Leta Lestrange," Leta said, stating her name.

Yusuf managed to smile weakly. "It's really you."

"You don't look well," Leta approached him.

"Are you here to help me?" Yusuf looked at her expectantly, but then he smiled bitterly. "I'm so confused. I'm your brother. How could you want to help? I killed him."

"He is not--"

"What's not? Who's not?"

"Aurelius, or Credence." Leta looked at her brother, whom she had never met, with complicated eyes.

"No? Then who is!? Do you really want to tell me that he is Dumbledore's son?" Yusuf laughed angrily. "Leta, you saw that I am already terminally ill. The Unbreakable Vow is killing me."

"He is too strong! Dozens of Aurors in the UK can do nothing against him. He deserves the love of that devilish man. I am so ill that I can no longer kill him. You don't need to guard me like this anymore--"

"I don't!" Leta interrupted with a strong voice. "You don't know what happened. You don't know the whole story!"

"Wow! It's so lively." A majestic beast appeared in the cemetery in an instant, with a man and a woman riding on it.

"It's you!" Yusuf pulled out his wand and pointed it at Aurelius.

"No! Yusuf!" Leta shouted hurriedly.

Why is Aurelius here? Of course, he is here for an appointment.

The gathering wasn't just about listening to Grindelwald's speech. As an invitee, even if Aurelius didn't care much about the other content, he still came here early out of politeness.

Yusuf's face contorted wildly, and he eventually dropped his arms weakly.

Can't beat him, can't beat him at all!

"You should consider yourself lucky that you didn't choose to take action," Aurelius said, stating the facts.

"I made an Unbreakable Vow to kill the one he loved, and now I have found it, but I can't do anything." Yusuf fell to the ground helplessly.

"The oath is taking away my life."

"If you are referring to your current condition, I suggest you see a doctor instead of interpreting it as an oath." Aurelius said skeptically. He didn't expect wizards in the magical world to be so superstitious and obsessed.

Most wizards don't fully understand magic itself, so they attribute everything they encounter to magic.

The key point is that there are many people like this!

Nowadays, there are a large number of people who are crazy and superstitious about prophecies. In the future, there will be even more superstitious people who believe that a baby Harry Potter can kill Voldemort and they are even pursuing him as the savior.

So did Yusuf.

He had been living as a rat in the sewers for a long time and was simply infested by parasites. But he transformed himself, thinking that the oath was devouring his life as punishment for not completing it.

"Are you mocking me? The prophesied warriors charge desperately, but you, the little crow, spread your wings and fly high from the deep sea... It turns out that the true meaning of this prophecy is not that the warriors return to their country with revenge, but that the warrior's revenge failed, and the little crow returned there..." Yusuf was a little stunned.

Aurelius was a little speechless. There were ten thousand explanations for that kind of specious prophecy, and he had to answer it himself.

Do you feel so good about yourself?

May I ask who you are? As an ancient prophet famous worldwide, why would Dodonas make a prophecy for you, a wizard who is completely unremarkable except for his skin color, that will only be fulfilled after dozens or hundreds of years?

Aurelius completely ignored Yusuf Kama and walked inside with Zouwu and Nagini.

Unexpectedly, Leta suddenly stopped him: "Mr. Dumbledore! Are you going to the assembly?"

Aurelius stopped and turned to look at her: "Is there a problem, Miss Lestrange?"

"I suggest you not go. It is very dangerous and irrational."

Aurelius smiled: "Last night, I suffered an unprovoked attack at home. More than thirty elite wizards broke into my house. I still can't go home... So, what do you think? Is it more dangerous to attend a rally with tens of thousands of people?"

"Sincere advice, you don't need to be sarcastic. I was once a student of Professor Dumbledore, and so was my fiancé. This is a reminder for Professor Dumbledore's sake." Leta said expressionlessly.

Aurelius smiled: "Then I will give you a sincere suggestion. You'd better turn around and go home now and not attend the rally. You are in much more danger than me."

As Grindelwald's ally, Grindelwald will not take action against him. Although allies are often betrayed, it must be done when the ally is weak. Is Aurelius weak now that he is homeless?

Not always. On the contrary, after enduring a siege, Aurelius gained valuable combat experience and was now in his best condition yet.

Grindelwald would not target him, and the Aurors were not his enemies.

So, what could pose a threat?

Leta is a truly dangerous woman. She is slowly but surely heading towards the abyss, unknowingly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Grindelwald has kept me waiting for quite some time." A man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing standard witchcraft attire, emerged.

He appears rather inconspicuous, but his forked tongue is certainly attention-grabbing!

Abernathy!

"Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald, for the invitation," Aurelius said, raising his hand.

"Please," Abernathy didn't spare a glance at the other two.

But suddenly, Yusuf, who was standing behind him, spoke:

"Stop!"