The card draw starts in Azkaban

Du Wei didn't drink tea, and old Batty opposite didn't eat the chocolate Du Wei handed him.

They don't trust each other.

"So."

Duwei stretched out his arm indifferently, handed it to Old Barty and said, "Do you mind grabbing my arm? Dear Mr. Crouch?"

Old Barty grabbed his arm, and in an instant, as if being thrown into a maelstrom, the two of them disappeared into the manor.

Old Barty only felt that his whole body was being shaken, the world was trembling, and he disappeared into a strange world of light and land.

This is apparation. Old Barty can also apparate, but he has never been so faint!

They phantomed for a moment, and when they reappeared, old Batty couldn't help but lay down beside the road, retching.

Du Wei gave him a pitiful look.

"Are you motion sick, Mr. Crouch?"

Du Wei asked.

Old Barty Crouch didn't answer his words. He waved his hands in pain, looked at Duwei with a pale face and said, "Why can you apparate here?"

He remembered that his manor also had a counter-spell against Apparition.

"All power has its limits, including spells and counter-spells. If a person is strong enough, my Mr. Crouch, his power can even surpass death.

Ever heard a fable?

A fable about three brothers and the Grim Reaper?”

He walked familiarly into the mansion that had a protective spell in front of him, but did not protect the townhouse. The owner of this mansion was a new rich man. It could be seen from the fact that he had no house elves here that he was wealthy.

It didn't take long. Of course, it can also be said that he was a middle-class wizard who suddenly became wealthy.

Not everyone is like the professors and gamekeepers at Hogwarts, hiding their wealth and wealth.

It can be seen that the gentleman of this mansion does not have very good taste.

Duwei walked in front, and Barty Crouch Sr. walked behind.

"I know that fable, saint, right? I heard that Grindelwald is a saint, and he is pursuing the legendary Deathly Hallows."

People who believe in the existence of the Deathly Hallows are called saints.

Du Wei nodded, turned into the kitchen of the host's house, and motioned to Old Batty to help him. He decided to make tea first.

"milk."

"black tea."

"boiling water."

"Aha, there is also some white sugar and caramel milk tea, but unfortunately there are no stockings."

Du Wei did not continue to answer Old Batty's words, but said to himself. Old Batty followed him and waved his magic wand.

Under the magic, the kettle was filled with water, and he flew onto the flames, letting the flames lick the bottom of his pot. Old Barty also took two cups and washed them.

He is now very interested in Du Wei, and he always feels that Du Wei must know something.

He and the Dark Lord don't seem to be on the same page.

He didn't really want the Dark Lord to be resurrected.

This madman must know many secrets that others don't know. Otherwise, he would not have escaped from Azkaban. Moreover, he has this amazing magical attainments.

Yes, he is talking about [Apparition]. The Ministry of Magic is not a master wizard without Apparition, but even these wizards cannot guarantee that every time they cast magic, it is 100% correct and without any flaws.

Spells and wands are amplifications of magic.

Magic is the power of the wizard.

Wizards are human beings.

In the final analysis, magic is still about people.

People will make mistakes. When a person is angry, his magic will contain his anger. When a person is frustrated, even if he has magic power and holds a wand, he cannot send out even a single word.

A little magic can only wait for death.

Therefore, even those great wizards do not have to and will not use Apparition at will. The magic of Apparition only requires a few mistakes, even if you are not focused, your people will be there and your head will be there.

The body and head are in different places, and the death state is strange.

This kind of thing has happened too many times in the magical world. Many common magics are not available to everyone, and they are not necessarily safe. Duwei can disapparate to such an extent. Old Barty feels

, Du Wei must know something.

He didn't have this kind of magic before.

The person he was before he was imprisoned and the person he was after he was released were two completely different people.

He sometimes wondered if there was someone in Azkaban who had a different face than him?

Old Batty was making innuendoes.

Du Wei ignored the people around him. He hummed an unwritten tune and made tea for the two of them. Then he picked up the frying pan, poured the white sugar into the frying pan, and began to cook the caramel over low heat.

"What are we doing here."

Du Wei hinted many times that old Batty wanted to know the meaning of the fable of the three brothers. But Du Wei just turned a deaf ear. In desperation, he could only ask them what they were doing here.

Incorporate into the main topic.

"What are you doing here? Arrest people, my friend. Mr. Crouch, I said, I will help you fight that idiot Fudge.

But he is the Minister of Magic after all. My dear, since he was the Minister of Magic, he has had a natural advantage. Even if you and Ms. Burnsch are reasonable, even if you are extremely powerful, you still have no advantage. You are born to be

Oppressive, this is the benefit brought by the Ministry of Magic after being established for so many years. This position, even if there is a pig above it, can still oppress you.

So my opinion is, Dementors."

"What do you mean?"

Barty Crouch Sr. heard "Dementors" and his heart beat fiercely. He looked at Du Wei and saw Du Wei struggling to pick up his own leg and put it on his other leg.

On top of his legs, he crossed his legs and said nothing.

It hurts to do this.

But Du Wei didn't react at all. The disadvantage of rheumatoid arthritis is that in this weather, the kind of pain and soreness that is unbearable and wants to break the bones seeps out from the gaps in his bones.

This kind of pain, as well as spine and migraine headaches, have always been bothering Du Wei.

lesions.

Du Wei was accustomed to it.

He sat on the ground and directed Old Batty to melt the white sugar. After it started to bubble, Old Batty poured in the brewed black tea water, about 200 ml, and then poured in the fresh milk. After stirring evenly, he poured in again

The remaining 300 ml of black tea.

The sweet smell of caramel appears in the air.

Milk tea is ready.

"Death Eaters, Mr. Crouch, I don't believe you don't know that there are still a large number of Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic?"

Old Batty's hand paused. He poured two cups of milk tea, handed one to Du Wei who was sitting on the ground and said, "What do you mean?"

"Walton Magniul, a Death Eater who has been lurking since the first war against the Death Eaters. If I remember correctly, he will be back later tonight. At that time

, I want you to defeat him with a sneak attack when he doesn't see our faces clearly, can you do it?"

"Can."

Old Batty already somewhat understood Duwei's thinking.

"Then what."

He wanted to make sure that what he thought was the same as what Du Wei said.

"Then?"

Duwei chuckled.

"Aren't you the best at the Imperius Curse? Give him the Imperius Curse and ask him to summon the Dark Lord's mark during the first Quidditch match at Hogwarts when the dementors attack those students.

."

Du Wei blew the aroma of caramel milk tea and said: "When the time comes, believe me, it will not be just the professors and principal of Hogwarts who want Fudge's life.

I want Fudge to enjoy the corpse meal for the price of it.

It is true that he is the Minister of Magic, but this time, I want to see if the anger of the school parents, Dumbledore, Hogwarts professors and you are mixed together, can he, the Minister of Magic, still be able to do it?

Hold on!"

After Du Wei finished speaking, someone opened the door. Before he came in, he smelled the smell of caramel milk tea in the air of his home. He became vigilant. Unfortunately, even if he was vigilant, he was not always alert.

Barty Crouch's rival.

Barty Crouch Sr. knocked him unconscious, stuffed him into the bedroom, and began to use the Imperius Curse.

Duwei was right. Barty Crouch Sr. was indeed a professional when it came to the Imperius Curse.

Poor Magniel was played in the hands of old Barty.

…

Hogwarts.

Stormy weather.

In the afternoon, the heavy rain not only did not subside, but became even more violent. The Whomping Willow became even more blurry under the strong wind.

The football stadium is also extremely dangerous, with silver-white lightning flashing through the clouds and lighting up the day.

In such bad weather.

Harry also became impatient.

He had been a little uneasy these past few days. Although he wanted to hear the professor speak out his speculation, after he really knew the speculation, he was not as calm as he had imagined.

His mind is still not strong enough.

He didn't tell Ron about this.

It's useless to tell Ron. Ron will be worried. He will think that Voldemort will appear in everyone's lounge at any time, jump out and kill everyone with "Avada Kedavra". Telling him this matter will only call him

It’s hard to say either.

As for Hermione?

He didn't want Hermione to nag him, so he had to bear it all by himself.

This feeling is not pleasant.

He was distracted several times on the training ground. Fortunately, captain Wood did not notice this. The environment was too bad. Today is the last training. Tomorrow, Sunday, the real first training session of this semester will begin.

A Quidditch match.

He wants to show off his talents in this Quidditch match.

What made Harry even more worried was Professor Lupine, who was sick again. This time Professor Lupin had a bad cold because he had traveled through the hunting grounds and his clothes were soaked. Harry didn't know why, but he always hoped that Professor Lupin

You can see his heroic appearance on the playground.

He craves recognition.

Recognized by Professor Lu Ping.

Unfortunately, this time, Professor Luping could not see him.

Wood was yelling in the wind, the sound was very loud, but unfortunately no one could hear him. He had to blow his whistle and kept walking on the court to tell them to hear the sound and tell everyone to stay down.

"Very well, everyone should stay in shape. Tomorrow, we must defeat Slytherin."

he roared.

Everyone landed, returned to the castle, and prepared to rest.

But who would have known that as soon as he returned to the castle, Wood would be called over by Professor McGonagall. When he came back, it could be seen that he was unexpectedly angry!

Harry saw flames coming from his head!

"Those cowards in Slytherin!"

He said angrily.

"What's wrong?"

Harry asked, and Wood said angrily: "Flint asked Snape to change the game! He said that their Seeker, Draco Malfoy, quit, so they were short of players and needed to find another player.

come out.

So our game with them originally scheduled for tomorrow has been postponed.

They're all excuses.

Flint just saw that the weather outside was too bad, so he just thought of an excuse!

We need to play Hufflepuff now!

That's a completely different style. Do you understand how bad it is?

Changing the opponent temporarily means that the tactics we discussed in advance will have no effect!"

He said angrily, and there was a "rumbling" sound in the sky outside, which was the sound of thunder.

Accompanied by Wood's voice, the scene seems appropriate.

"This is really terrible. Hufflepuff has a new captain and seeker this year, Cedric Diggory, who is our great rival."

Cedric Diggory's name was mentioned.

Even though the situation was very urgent, the girls on the team still laughed silly.

Angelina, Aaliyah, Katie.

The three girls all have similar expressions.

"Oh, please, what's wrong with you?"

Wood asked helplessly, "The tall one," Angelina said, "The handsome one," Alia said, "The taciturn one," Katie agreed, "That boy, he became Hufflepuff."

Seeker?"

After hearing what these girls said, Wood spread his hands.

"Is this important?"

The three girls all nodded.

Harry had to interrupt them.

"It's okay, we will succeed."

Harry is very confident in their team.

Wood doesn't think so.

He looked at the weather outside, worried.

"I hope nothing happens."

He said to Harry.

Similarly, in the principal's office at Hogwarts, someone also said this to Dumbledore. The person who spoke was Moody, who came back from investigating the dementors.

The situation is very dismal.

These damn monsters have begun to hunt living people in Hogsmeade!

Tomorrow's arena may turn into a feast of terror!