Seeing Donald's pale face, Jack burst into laughter. "You've finally realized it? Donald, Donald, did you really think the Dreamcatcher could stop me from calling in reinforcements? Did you think I wouldn't have considered the Dreamcatcher when I planned my betrayal?"
"Of course I considered it. For a long time, the Dreamcatcher's existence drove me to despair and nearly made me abandon the idea of betraying the Graves Family—until two months ago... Hahaha—thank heaven, thank the gentlemen who provided me with nuclear bombs for my experiments, and most of all, thank Weasley."
Laughing wildly, he spread his arms toward the frozen fireball as if embracing it. Then he turned back and looked teasingly at Donald. "My dear cousin, tell me—do you think my experiment succeeded?"
There was no need to guess!
Donald did not even need to take out the piece of parchment hidden in his robes.
He could already see vortices silently appearing in the air around the frozen golden fire cloud, within the dark night, like black holes orbiting a star.
One, two, three...
Until there were too many to count!
Beneath the enormous golden fire cloud, Jack stood with both hands raised, his silhouette seeming to embrace the sun itself, etched into Donald's dim eyes.
Like a demonic shadow!
Where that shadow spread, the vortices formed by Apparition swiftly vanished from sight, replaced one by one by expressionless wizards in black robes, each of them utterly silent.
Jack's excited voice rang in his ears. "You said there wasn't an ounce of sanctity in my betrayal? Poor Donald, do you see them? Do these puppet-like wizards look familiar? That's right, they're Scourers. Even the family's partners have become my allies. They all support my resistance. So tell me—which one of us lacks sanctity? Hahaha!"
His laughter drifted through