The card draw starts in Azkaban

"You already knew the news!"

Sirius Black couldn't accept this.

What he couldn't accept even more was that Du Wei didn't tell him about this matter.

He couldn't accept it!

Are they still their own people?

Du Wei nodded and said: "Yes, I have known it for a long time.'

"Then you won't tell me!"

Sirius couldn't help but say, his eyes widened, like a big dog threatening someone.

Du Wei sighed.

"Did you spend so much time with the Animagus that you forgot you were a human being?"

Duwei talked, took a short rest, and planned to meet another card cow, Mr. Lockhart.

His time is valuable.

"I'll talk to you while we're at it, Sirius.'

Du Wei said gently, Sirius looked at him warily

"Be normal."

he said.

"I'm normal."

Du Wei emphasized.

"No, you're not normal right now.'

Sirius said stubbornly, and Du Wei opened his mouth and smiled at him.

"Come in quickly, I have something else to say to you.

Du Wei said fiercely, Sirius still shook his head.

"You're still not normal.'

Duwei has already unloaded the suitcase.

His time is limited.

At the next full moon, he will fall into hibernation. At that time, he will go secretly to capture Mr. Locomotive.

Before that, if he remembered correctly, the Quidditch match at Hogwarts had started.

Gryffindor vs Slytherin

Likewise, if he had not guessed, at this moment, the dementors lingering outside the school should be almost out of control.

This is big news, and he plans to write some articles on this big news to put more burden on the Ministry of Magic.

How to choose the topic?

[The Minister of Magic is incompetent, and dark magical creatures attack students?]

There must be reporters who are interested in this.

He came to the place where the goblins and Lockhart were imprisoned, and began to deal with Lockhart as usual. Sirius followed him down. He cast magic to ensure that the two of them could not speak to a third person.

"When did Barty Crouch Jr. escape from prison?'

He asked Duwei, Sirius couldn't see through this guy.

How come he knows everything?

Duwei shrugged his shoulders, and his strength fell on Lockhart. Lockhart seemed to accept his fate and did not struggle at all.

Let the magic wash away.

"I'm not sure when," Du Wei said, "but I do know how he came out. He exchanged his mother's life for his own. I think you should have thought of it too, little one.

Sirius."

'That sounds really disgusting.'

Sirius said that he and the Crouch family are also related.

He crossed his arms, and Duwei fired the magic spell and said: "Speaking of Barty: Crouch, since you have met him, I suddenly thought of giving it to our dear old Barty. Crouch

Write a letter.

We can have a friendly discussion with him.

Let's do this, otherwise we tell him that there are only two ways to save his last reputation and his son's life.

Either meet with us and cooperate, or we can anonymously report this matter to Mad Eye Moody. As long as there are traces of black magic in his manor, Mad Eye Moody will definitely be able to find him.'

Du Wei's eyes flashed with malice.

"Mad-Eye Moody, I've been feeling angry lately because of me.

It just so happens that I have something I want to ask old Mr. Barty Crouch to do carefully."

Sirius was keenly aware that when Du Wei talked about this, his mood was already a little unstable.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Things are finally back to normal.

Ten hours ago.

The estate of Barty Crouch Sr.

Winky hid the young master in the cellar. Old Barty Crouch finished dealing with the thugs outside and guarded against reporters who might appear around him, and then came to the cellar.

"How did you take care of the young master?"

Barty Crouch Sr. was so angry that he used a curse on the house elf Winky without hesitation. Winky knelt on the ground in pain and cried intermittently.

It sounds like howling!

Barty Crouch Sr. waved his magic wand, and a piece of tape appeared on his shiny mouth.

"The noise is getting on my nerves!'

Old Barty said viciously. He looked at his son who was retreating in fear, but still gave him a large amount of potion, forcing him to return to a situation where he could not think of anything or feel anything.

He hid little Barty.

But he knew that it was no longer safe here.

Dewey Jones met Barty Jr.

His heart was still aroused, wondering what Duwei Jones would do in this matter!

When he went to work the next day, people around him looked at him strangely. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, asked him to go to the office. Old Barty came to the office and saw Fudge.

Fudge didn't give old Barty a chair to sit on.

Under normal circumstances, Fudge is not willing to meet Barty Crouch Sr. Unlike Dumbledore, Fudge wants to see Dumbledore because Dumbledore is his "boy mother" and he needs a boy mother.

Come and help him solve the problem.

It was he who begged to see Dumbledore.

Barty Crouch Sr. is a popular candidate to run with him as Minister of Magic.

What Fudge didn't like even more was that unlike Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Sr. voluntarily gave up his position as Minister of Magic.

Barty Crouch Sr. had no choice but to give up this position because his son was a Death Eater and his reputation was ruined.

This incident gave him a strong sense of crisis.

Old Barty: Crouch looked at Fudge and Umbridge who were sitting behind the big table. Umbridge stood on the side with a sticky smile, like a big pink toad.

She looked at Old Barty Crouch sitting opposite with a smile, making Old Barty Crouch extremely uncomfortable.

Fudge looked angry and motioned to Umbridge to give Barty Crouch Sr. a glass of water.

Umbridge handed over the water.

"Mr. Crouch, please use.

Crouch stood and took the cup of scalding tea with his hand!

This is not at all consistent with the temperature for making tea.

Barty Crouch Sr. glanced at Umbridge but said nothing.

When he came out of the house, Old Barty Crouch looked unexpectedly calm.

He didn't even want to call Fudge a fool.

Fudge was so stupid, so stupid that he didn't even have the mood to say anything. What disgusted him even more was Umbridge, Barty Crouch Sr. It had been a long time since he wanted to kill someone with a curse.

People.

Umbridge did it.

She is really good at attracting fire!

In the office just now, she was the one doing the output the whole time.

"Based on our investigation, this was nothing more than an accident.

"We need you to make a statement to the outside world. Nothing happened at your manor last night.

"Don't let us doubt your loyalty

"Just say you were too drunk? What, it's not true? What does that have to do with us? What we want is just to eliminate the impact.'

These words, Fudge didn't speak during the entire process, were all dictated by Umbridge. Although he knew that Umbridge was a transmission machine, the tone of her voice and the way she spoke still made Old Barty feel a little uncomfortable. Aversion to cold.

He came to his office.

Everyone can see that the director has a bad temper and no one wants to get into trouble.

On his office, there is a letter.

[Dear Mr. Barty Crouch]

[Your good neighbor in your residence)

[People who laid flowers on your wife’s grave]

This letter suddenly appeared in front of his office, which made Barty Crouch Sr. even more uneasy. He reached out and grabbed the letter and saw the words inside.

"Dear Mr. Barty Crouch, oh, or old Mr. Barty Crouch.

Hello.

My name is Duwee Jones. This is a letter I wrote to you. I think you must be surprised when you see this letter.

Why am I writing to you?

Yes, why?

Why can someone trade his dying wife for his criminal son when everyone is in jail?

Why can someone secretly use the most vicious Unforgivable Curse on his own son while speaking out loud about justice?

Yes, why?

I was thinking, if everyone knew that you, a representative figure of the iron-blooded Auror sect, have now degenerated into what you are now.

I am thinking that you want people to know that you used the death of your wife to exchange for the new life of your son.

Everyone will be happy, right?

Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., I have no ill intentions towards you, I just want to talk to you.

Of course, you don’t have to do this.’

Underneath this, an ugly smiley face was drawn, and under this smiley face, there was the autograph of Dowe Jones.

Barty Crouch Sr. said nothing.

He knew that the whole letter was a threat to him. If he really wanted to investigate, he could still find out who gave him the letter.

But, is this of any use?

When it was known that Barty Crouch Jr. was at his home, he knew that this day was inevitable.

He glanced at the time and place.

Just today, not far from London.

The other party didn't give him a chance to choose.

"These nasty rats!"

Old Barty: Mr. Crouch said through gritted teeth!

He held the letter in his hand, crushed it hard, and then stood up unsteadily. A trace of confusion flashed on his face, but it soon turned into determination.

After putting on his clothes neatly, he walked out and walked towards the Muggle cafe not far away.

He felt his blood boiling all over.

He hasn't had a real fight in a long time!