The card draw starts in Azkaban

"Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Old Batty asked standing next to Du Wei.

Du Wei faced the phone booth and showed a strange smile.

"It's not the time, Mr. Crouch, it's not the time yet."

Du Wei looked at the guest room, rubbed his hands, and said with a strange smile: "I will be back, Mr. Crouch, but not in this state.

When I came back, I didn’t see the Ministry of Magic like this. You don’t understand, you don’t understand, Mr. Crouch, you don’t know anything.”

He stroked his face with the pads of his fingers and said: "This face, my Mr. Crouch, this face."

He began to sob.

"This face should not appear here, and it cannot appear here."

He didn't tell Mr. Crouch what was wrong with that face, and Old Barty didn't ask. He listened to the people around him sobbing louder and louder, and looked around nervously.

He has a feeling.

If he really asked what was going on, Du Wei might actually tell him his plan.

But after he got the news.

He would be extremely insecure.

In other words.

If he knew this information, it was very likely that one day in the future, or maybe the next second, he would be assassinated by Du Wei.

According to what he learned about Du Wei in a short period of time, Du Wei could do anything.

He would rather believe in Sirius Black's character than he could believe in Duwei, a lunatic.

Compared to Sirius Black, Duwei is a chaotic source of evil.

His character is full of uncertainty. No one knows what he will do the next second after he was fine one second.

Old Batty couldn't guess what was going on in his mind.

This is the most terrifying thing.

There is no behavioral logic and behavioral model.

…

Hogwarts.

The stone sculpture in front of the principal's office reluctantly twisted and opened a path for Mad-Eye Moody to walk in with his cane.

Moody meets Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked very calm after the quarrel. At this moment, he was neither angry nor annoyed.

"How's it going, Albus."

Mad-Eye Moody asked, and Dumbledore said lightly: "It's not a troublesome matter. Fudge was angry. He refused to admit that the dementors were unstable. He also wanted to prove that it was us who did it.

It's pissed off the Ministry of Magic, the problem is ours."

It was obvious that Dumbledore was quite dismissive of this.

"Yeah, it's been a few years since he took the position of Minister of Magic. Let me think about it, he should have joined forces with some wizards to strengthen his wings."

Mad-Eye Moody said, his tone contemptuous.

Dumbledore agreed with Mad-Eye Moody.

"I'm afraid, Moody, in the communication just now, Secretary Fudge threatened me, told me to suppress this matter, and pushed the problem to our side.

More importantly, he seemed to think that I was no longer trustworthy, and wanted to join with some veteran wizards of the Wizengamot to deprive me of my seat as chief wizard of the Wizengamot.

He even wanted to take back my Order of Merlin."

At this point, Dumbledore laughed. He didn't care about his title. For Dumbledore, except for the title of Headmaster of Hogwarts, he didn't care much about other titles.

No matter what, those titles are just added value in his life.

He will not become more dazzling because of those medals.

The name Dumbledore itself is a legend.

Mad-Eye Moody didn't want to talk to Dumbledore about these Ministry of Magic and zz matters.

He is not interested in these things at all.

He was only interested in Death Eaters.

"Magnil, I've done it."

Mad Eye Moody said, and Dumbledore was all ears. He was one of the first people to know that Magniul was a Death Eater. Dumbledore had an idea of ​​how many Death Eaters there were in the Ministry of Magic.

He also knew how many Death Eaters had finally escaped the punishment of the Ministry of Magic through various means.

He just didn't care about these things.

What he cared about was not the fact that Magniul was a Death Eater.

Everyone has known about this for a long time.

What he cared about was who took advantage of Magniul and asked him to use the Dark Lord's Mark at Hogwarts.

Although he already had this answer, he just wanted to hear the evidence.

"He didn't know, he didn't see it."

Mad Eye Moody said, "Someone used the Forgetting Curse on him. The Forgetting Curse almost destroyed this poor guy's brain. The person who cast the Forgetting Curse on him didn't even think about repairing it. I looked at it and found out

This poor guy didn't even see clearly who hurt him.

Someone ambushed his house and attacked him, so, Albus, I want to go to Magniir's house."

Dumbledore still showed no unexpected expression.

"I'm afraid it's a little late."

Dumbledore said: "Not long ago, someone passed me a message.

It's a gentleman from the Ministry of Magic who has a crush on me.

He said that Magniul's house had been burned down by fire just now, and someone from the Ministry of Magic had already gone over to extinguish the flames.

But I want to know something, I’m afraid…”

Dumbledore's meaning was obvious. Someone had already arrived early and took care of the trouble.

"There are always traces left."

Mad-Eye Moody insisted that he did not believe that anyone could clean up all traces and leave nothing behind.

"No, Alastor, it doesn't make any sense."

Dumbledore said easily: "We are probably not the ones who are most anxious about this matter.

We just need to wait and see what happens.

We are participants in this matter, not the direct finger-pointers of this matter.

Since the people who caused this thing chose to do this, it means that they must do something.

We just watched quietly what he planned to do.

Soon, Fudge will react.

The person who feels the most uncomfortable about this matter is probably Fudge."

Dumbledore said as he took out another bowl of candy from his side.

"Come on, Alastor."

He took the candy back without waiting for the other party's consent. It seemed that he was sure that Moody would not accept the candy.

Who knew that Moody snatched the candies, grabbed two handfuls, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Dumbledore wasn't angry at all, he even laughed.

"That's not your style, Moody, you don't do this.

Dodos don’t eat candy.”

Dumbledore smiled and said: "How about we exchange slogans? I suspect that you are imprisoned and it is not you who is in front of us now."

He was joking.

Moody ignored Dumbledore.

He carefully checked the candy to make sure it was not poisonous, and then put it away.

He took these candies not for himself, but for Neville Longbottom.

Mad-Eye Moody is an old bachelor.

He doesn't know children very well.

I don’t understand women either.

But he felt that since Dumbledore also liked to eat candies, there should be nothing wrong with giving candies to children?

Dumbledore looked at Mad-Eye Moody's movements, smiled, and sat on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

He really was in no rush as he told Moody.

At this time, in Diagon Alley.

In Diagon Alley is the editorial office of the Daily Prophet. The Daily Prophet is almost equivalent to a subordinate organization of the Ministry of Magic, and is inextricably linked to the Ministry of Magic.

Rita Skeeter is a well-known reporter for the Daily Prophet and a special contributor to the Daily Prophet.

She is also an anonymous writer for several famous tabloids and a best-selling author.

She has a large curly head with scarlet manicure, which is almost five or six centimeters long.

Her glasses were studded with jewels.

It looks very heavy.

She is a true Western reporter. She writes reports and never cares whether the articles are true or not.

What she wants is traffic, what she wants is attention, what she wants is everything, reputation, and prestige. What she wants is to be the uncrowned king of this world.

What is Dumbledore?

As the uncrowned king, under the impact of public opinion, even Dumbledore and Fudge would kneel at her feet.

No one can resist the uncrowned king.

She often thinks so.

But she thought so, but she couldn't really do it. She had a lot of dirty information about big shots, true or false, but she didn't dare to expose it.

She knew the consequences of exposing this dirty information.

That would be more terrifying than death.

So she is now thinking about how to make a hot news on the Daily Prophet.

It had been a long time since she had written a hit, which made her a little anxious.

Just when she had no idea, an owl flew in and landed on her table.

"Whose owl?"

Rita Skeeter was a little confused. She stood up, opened the window, and found owls flying into several newspaper offices nearby.

“What big thing happened?

Someone anonymously broke the news?"

Rita suspected that she had seen such a thing before. These owls were very expensive, about ten gallons. The person who could bear such an owl to convey news must be very important.

Next to her, several windows were opened, heads poked out, and everyone made eye contact, understanding each other tacitly.

It seems that the people in the newspaper office also find it strange and want to find out.

Rita returned to her desk and saw the news brought by the owl.

Seeing this news, Rita's expression changed from shock and disbelief at the beginning to ecstasy at the end.

A face change is completed in a few seconds!

Rita's hands were shaking with excitement.

Big news.

This is the real big news!

Years of experience in the industry tell her that this news is very likely to be true, no, it may not be true, this news must be true!

The source of this news is confirmed, and someone thoughtfully took photos. Although it seems a bit far away, it is enough.

There are even causes and consequences.

Rita suspected that the person who delivered the news to them was the mastermind behind the scenes!

But what does that matter?

Take a look at this news.

Contradictions, flashpoints, pain points, and national participation are all full.

All the elements are present.

This news only needs to be added with hundreds of millions of details to become the latest hot news at the moment. Rita excitedly went to the editor-in-chief with her own ideas. She also has some news sensitivity, mainly because this news is a bit sensitive. She

It needs to be determined whether the Daily Prophet can publish this information.

If it can't be sent out.

She immediately changed her name and published it under a different name in the rest of the newspapers!

Time waits for no one, Merlin!

As she walked towards the editor-in-chief's office, she heard the uproar coming from several other adjacent newspaper offices, which made her feel an extreme sense of urgency.

As we all know.

News has three characteristics.

Timeliness, accuracy, authenticity.

Rita never cared about the rest of the sexes, she only cared about timeliness, and she wanted the headlines!

What she wants is to be the first to eat crabs!

So she rushed into the editor-in-chief's office and excitedly told the editor-in-chief about the matter. More importantly, she also informed the editor-in-chief about the seriousness of the matter - if she had not prepared in advance, this news would have been reported to others.

newspapers are distributed.

No one can seize the opportunity, and the headline on the front page is not the Daily Prophet. This is a very scary thing!

reader!

There are only a few readers, so we can’t let our readers be lost to other tabloids!

"Wait a moment."

The editor-in-chief was also keenly aware of the problem. He asked Rita to wait a moment, put on her coat, and used Floo powder to go to the Ministry of Magic to take a look.

As for who to meet.

Rita doesn't know either.

But she knew that the person the editor wanted to meet was definitely not Fudge.