The card draw starts in Azkaban

The fire was raging. Duwei and Barty stood in the distance, watching the Ministry of Magic officials arrive. They used spells to stop the fire and prevent it from swallowing up everything in sight. They were in a hurry.

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Neither Du Wei nor Old Batty had any reaction to this.

Du Wei was also extremely calm.

It's raining in London, pitter-patter, and the breath is foggy.

"What to do next?"

Old Batty stood next to Duwei and asked. Duwei Jones's eyes reflected the flames and said indifferently: "We don't have to do anything. The war has already started. We have already fired the first shot in the Balkans.

The next thing will happen naturally.

I believe our minister will play his part in being stupid."

Old Barty felt a little cold around him inexplicably.

Maybe it's because of the language of the people around me, or maybe it's because of the damn weather.

“What was the first shot in the Balkans?”

Old Bartido asked more, and Du Wei gave a faint explanation: "In 1914, the situation in Sarajevo and the Balkans was already like a powder keg, it only took one spark to explode.

At this time, a Muggle assassin assassinated the then Crown Prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Archduke Ferdinand.

Since then, the First World War broke out.

So, you see, Mr. Crouch. I mean, the whole wizarding world, just like the Muggle world, you, us, goblins, centaurs, giants, magical animals, we all mixed together,

But we have never coexisted peacefully. A hundred years have passed since the recent war, and explosives have been loaded and stuffed under our butts.

The contradictions in this world are already deep enough.

All it takes is a little spark and the magic world will explode."

Du Wei said as he walked out, making an explosion look with his hands.

Then describe it.

"boom".

Old Barty narrowed his eyes. He followed Du Wei, holding a wand like a bodyguard.

Du Wei grinned at Old Barty. Old Barty was an excellent Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, but he was not an excellent and qualified Minister of Magic. He was not before, is not now, and will not be in the future.

may be.

He can't even be a paper framer.

From the beginning to the end, the wizards didn't know what their problem was.

Their enemy has never been the Dark Lord.

When Old Barty saw Du Wei's expression, whether he admitted it or not, he felt that this madman always had a special perspective to observe the world.

He wanted to hear Du Wei's thoughts.

He wanted to know what this madman was going to do.

What is the magical world in his world like?

He followed Du Wei, like a secretary holding an umbrella for the leader. Du Wei walked in the alley without lights and said without emotion: "The magic world is on the verge of explosion, Crow

Mr. Strange, the goblin who controls the economic lifeline, the aggressive Muggles, the wizards who still can't get together, and the Ministry of Magic that can't even maintain the secrecy law, it's ridiculously loose.

The emergence of Grindelwald and Voldemort is nothing but inevitable, my Mr. Crouch.

The difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort is that the slogan put forward by Grindelwald is to unite all wizards to resist Muggles.

Voldemort represents those pure-blood families who are getting older but dare not settle down and disappear into history.

Look at your stupid actions. When did you really have the power to suppress other wizards?

You defeated Grindelwald with Dumbledore, and defeated Voldemort with the prophesied child, what next?

Next, is there a second child in this world, the third child in the prophecy?

How many Dumbledores do you have and how many Harry Potters do you have?

There is only one Dumbledore, and there is only one Harry Potter, but you will have an endless stream of Grindelwalds and Voldemorts. They may be weaker, childish, and pitiful than these two Dark Lords, but they will never disappear.

"

Duwei laughed sarcastically, as if what he said next was a joke. Old Barty Crouch looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Why?"

Old Batty asked.

Du Wei smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Crouch, I am really helping you.

Why?

Because the fundamental contradiction has not been resolved, you only see the patient's foot pain, but you don't know that the problem has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even if you chop off the patient's foot, he will have other complications, my husband.

Look at Fudge, the Ministry of Magic will be ruined if Fudge is around.

What role does Fudge play in the Ministry of Magic?

Can he stop Voldemort or the Death Eaters?

My Mr. Crouch, he can't stop him. He stays in the Ministry of Magic and it just makes the Ministry of Magic more scattered.

If we continue to indulge, the magical world will be sick to the bone.

I'm just uncovering the deepest abscess in the entire magical world that can't be seen by outsiders.

We are saving lives, saving the lives of the wizarding world.

Although this process is bound to be very painful."

Barty Crouch Sr. still didn't speak because he didn't want to admit that he didn't understand all of Duwei's crazy words.

But following Du Wei's train of thought, he had to admit it.

Du Wei, he is right.

What he said makes sense.

Du Wei and Old Batty walked under the street lamp, and the light fell down. Du Wei's upper half of his face was covered by the umbrella, and the lower half of his face was exposed to the light. He smiled slightly and said: "Okay, now

, I think our Mr. McNeil must have been treated kindly by Mad Eye Moody.

He must have said everything now.

The first step of the plan has been completed. Now, the second step of the plan should be carried out simultaneously, and the battle on Dumbledore's side should have also begun."

…

Hogwarts, dungeon.

This is a building that has been abandoned for a while. During the time of the previous principal, naughty students would be hung up by the principal and whipped with a whip.

But later, Dumbledore abolished this inhumane punishment when he came to power.

Later, this became a place for Mr. Filch to store sundries.

Today, this place came in handy again. Professor Sprout stood beside Neville, holding the little boy in his arms, feeling him trembling.

Neville had just witnessed an interrogation.

There's no gore, it's all skill.

McNeil collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, unconscious.

Mad-Eye Moody clapped his hands, and after finishing his work, he said to Neville: "You see, kid, there are some people who will use something similar to Occlumency to protect their brains and memories.

Some people can even create false memories in their own minds, and these false memories can mislead us Aurors in our investigation."

Neville was trembling. He didn't know why. Neville was trembling. His head hurt a little. Mad-Eye Moody didn't prod him any more, but he didn't let him go either. For an Auror like him, there were

Many methods cannot actually be used.

Not legal.

Today he was at Hogwarts and broke the rules a little bit.

This is also the reason why he retired.

You can use various means at will and are not bound by rules.

Only after retirement can he openly use some means to control these evil people.

During the interrogation just now, he got a list of names, touched Neville's head, and Moody said with rare kindness: "Child, please digest everything you just saw.

These techniques will do you no harm."

After saying that, he happily left with the news and went to find Dumbledore.

"Child, how are you?"

Professor Sprout asked Neville, but Neville's teeth chattered and he didn't speak. He always felt that after watching the interrogation just now, some pictures were flashing back in his mind, and there seemed to be some memories trying to break free.

Come out of your own mind.

But bursts of sudden pain suppressed this feeling, causing him to close his eyes.

Professor Sprout pulled Neville beside him and walked out of the dungeon.

She didn't know why the principal did this.

She planned to take Neville to the hospital for a checkup.

At this time, our headmaster is now dealing with Minister Fudge from the Ministry of Magic.

"Fudge's panic is certain."

On the streets of London, Du Wei still said calmly, as if he had seen everything that happened: "He is a person who has ideas, but is too smart.

I have investigated his resume, Mr. Crouch, Fudge is a good subordinate, and when he is not a minister, he does things very methodically.

He always has some effect, but he lacks the courage to make some decisions. Yes, Mr. Crouch, courage.

The courage and responsibility of leaders.

When he was in the Ministry of Magical Disasters, he was an out-and-out executor and an excellent bureaucrat. The best thing about this is that he can accurately know who of his subordinates can be controlled and who is in need.

Perfunctory and oppressive.

He is a bureaucrat with no ideals or ambitions, and all he has is a sense of security.

‘I just want to get through my term safely.’”

Du Wei pinched his throat and imitated Fudge's voice, with a mocking and undisguised viciousness on his face.

Standing aside, Barty Crouch Sr. did not say anything to stop Duwei.

He was waiting for Du Wei to continue his performance and express his speculation.

Du Wei was indeed still talking, "As a superior, Mr. Crouch will definitely cause uproar every time he makes a decision.

Someone will become rich, powerful, and powerful because of his decisions.

There will also be people who suffer losses because of his decisions.

This is something that cannot be avoided.

If you want to be the Minister of Magic and want to do something, that's not a treat! If you want to please this group of people, you will definitely hate other people, but what does it matter?

As long as there are people who support you, you can use these people to suppress the rest. Our minister is not stupid at all. He flatters the pure-blood family, hangs out with the people of the pure-blood family, and uses their power to suppress

A witch like Bernsch - such a pure blood, but a witch who refuses to follow the idea of ​​​​pure blood supremacy, an upright wizard, isn't she?"

Muggles walked by them from time to time, but because of Old Barty's spell, they didn't see anything. They passed by here unconsciously. Duwei walked upstream towards the reception department of the Ministry of Magic.

He looked at the engrossed old Batty next to him and said jokingly: "Is it really that nice, Mr. Crouch, to listen to the ravings of a madman like me?"

Old Barty said nothing, and Duwei smiled lowly before continuing: "Fudge is not stupid, he is too smart. He knows that Dumbledore is much smarter than him, so he keeps asking Dumbledore about his strategy.

He made those in the Ministry of Magic mistakenly think that what he did was Dumbledore's instruction.

But he is also a weirdo full of prejudice. He keeps himself within his own safety range. As long as things go beyond the psychological safety range even a little bit, he will be furious, he will be angry, and he will subconsciously

Resist these messages.

It's like Sirius and I escaping from prison, like the Dark Lord's mark appearing in Hogwarts."

Du Wei gently raised the corners of his mouth and flicked the edge of his umbrella.

The rain bounced away.

Duwei said happily: "So I can be sure that Fudge must be quarreling with Dumbledore now.

I can even detect that in order to protect his authority and comfort his fearful heart, he must be rebuking Dumbledore as a liar. He is lying. He is looking for reasons for his own incompetence. As for the poor magical

The Animal Executioner, as soon as he appeared, had already become an outcast.

Everything I did was always a conspiracy."

When Du Wei said this, he had already arrived at the Guest Department of the Ministry of Magic, standing here alone and motionless.

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I don’t know if there is a third update. You can watch it tomorrow morning.