The card draw starts in Azkaban

Fudge is not the cowardly fool who knows nothing as everyone imagines. At least after being the Minister of Magic for several years, he has learned some tricks.

The position of Minister of Magic also gave him some qualifications that he could play around with.

After the fierce argument with Dumbledore, he quickly contacted former Death Eaters from the Ministry of Magic and some stubborn old wizards from the Wizengamot, trying to use them to suppress the matter.

Suppress Dumbledore, and then dump the dirty water on Dumbledore again.

He believed that his speed of doing things was no longer slow.

Prepare for a rainy day.

Fudge felt a vague sense of urgency in his heart.

About You-Know-Who, about Death Eaters, and about Dumbledore.

He knew that Dumbledore was much smarter than him, but what did it matter.

No matter how smart Dumbledore is, he is not the Minister of Magic.

I am!

Fudge no longer has any ambitions. He does not want to leave a name in history, and he is not qualified to leave a name in history.

What he wants is very humble.

He just wants everything to be stable during his term of office.

He doesn't want to accomplish anything earth-shattering, he just wants to retire!

A safe and trouble-free retirement!

He has been through a stable period for decades. He only needs to hold on for a little longer, just a little bit, before he can step down. After he steps down, it will have nothing to do with him when the magical world appears.

Even if the damn Dark Lord returns, it has nothing to do with him.

Dumbledore, why are you forcing me?

Fudge put on his purple striped suit, put on his hat with a ferocious expression, and disappeared into the Ministry of Magic to contact his allies.

Umbridge followed him, wearing a red suit with a false smile on her face, chattering to comfort Fudge.

Unfortunately, this trick worked very well for Fudge.

Mr. Arthur Weasley was fishing in another office, taking the biscuits made by Molly and exchanging tea with others. Looking at Fudge and Umbridge who were leaving quickly, Arthur Weasley showed a look of disgust.

expression.

He still doesn't know what happened. What happened in Hogwarts has not been spread yet.

But soon, Mr. Arthur Weasley knew what happened.

The news cannot be concealed, let alone in a place as big as the Ministry of Magic.

"What?"

After hearing the news, Mr. Arthur had a look of disbelief. He raised his voice and said, "What did you say? Hogwarts was attacked again?"

Harry, something happened?

No!"

This is a big deal. The last attack was because Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts, but what about this attack?

First there were the dementors, then the mark of the mysterious man. Mr. Arthur Weasley felt deeply uneasy!

His voice was very loud, which startled the people around him. However, after the people around him heard Mr. Weasley's roaring message, they immediately came over to inquire about the news. After learning the news, the office was silent for a while.

What's this?

Not only Mr. Weasley, but also everyone else had a very uneasy thought when they heard this.

Dementors, are they a little too active?

The recent events are a bit too coincidental, aren't they?

Those monsters have taken refuge with the mysterious man? Is the mysterious man really coming back?

They glanced at each other. After the news spread, the entire Ministry of Magic suddenly became less crowded.

A large number of operators disappeared into the Ministry of Magic. They randomly found an excuse and went home to inquire for information.

The department heads were not stuck because they were not necessarily very calm.

When Ms. Bernsch learned the news, she frowned in the office.

She was also extremely confused.

Why did the Death Eaters, who had been silent for more than ten years, suddenly and explosively appear in such a short period of time?

Is there any information in this that she doesn't know or ignore?

Also, Magnier, she had an impression of this person. After investigating this person, Ms. Bernsch knew it clearly.

A standard latent Death Eater who talked his way out of crime and remained stubborn in the Ministry of Magic.

There is a high probability that everyone who has been with him is a Death Eater.

They all have criminal records.

The resumes of these people are clear.

If the Ministry of Magic wanted to investigate, some things would not take much time because those people did not keep the matter secret at all.

They carry out association activities openly and openly.

However, even if Ms. Bernsch knew this information, there was nothing he could do.

He let out a long sigh.

She has no way to arrest these people. These people have been pardoned by the Ministry of Magic. There are also many people who have been turned over in history by a powerful force because of their meritorious service or silence. They have been stripped of their status as sinners.

These people are all historical dust of the past.

Unless someone wants to forcefully turn these things over, anyone who touches this force will be hit hard.

Even she can't.

If you really want to lift the lid, the best candidate is the Minister of Magic. But Ms. Burnsch knows that this is impossible. Fudge's rule is based on these people. He will never be stupid enough to overthrow himself.

the basic disk.

Therefore, this matter will most likely be over.

Ms. Bernsch let out a long sigh.

In this chaos, she felt a little confused and tired for a moment.

Don't know what to do.

Time passes minute by minute, and today, the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and many more places have been awake all night.

The same goes for Du Wei. He sat on the roof of the building or by the wall. The wind around him was very strong, making him feel a little erratic. If he fell from this height, he would definitely die.

Turn into minced meat.

The darkness is gradually dissipating, and a new day is coming in London.

Today was a rare good day, and Du Wei saw the rising sun. The wind was so strong that his hair was blowing.

He was doing it very steadily and would not fall. Of course, even if he fell, he would apparate at a safe distance. The anti-apparation of London was like a curtain to him.

If you rush, you can pass through.

Du Wei still lacks 231 purple cards before reaching the teacher level.

Now level 6 Disapparation is enough to get rid of some wizards.

The next time he appears in London, he should be able to completely solve the problem of being unable to use Apparition in places with counterspells.

He will be an elusive demon king.

Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, he kept swaying his feet in the air, looking at the guest room below and feeling the brilliance of the sun.

He is waiting, waiting for today's "Daily Prophet", "The Quibbler", "Witches Weekly", "Daily Ghoul"...

For this reason, he spent a lot of money to buy these newspapers.

The sun jumped half out of its face, and one owl after another struggled to fly to the top floor of the building. Du Wei picked up these newspapers while sipping the cold coffee. He did not give any money to these newspapers.

The owls tilted their heads to look at him.

Another owl jumped over and pecked his finger. It didn't hurt, it was a reminder.

Du Wei laughed. He found a few Copper Nuts and threw them to the owls. After watching the owls leave, he shook the newspapers. The wind was very strong. He needed to hold on to these newspapers, otherwise, these newspapers would be destroyed.

Fly away.

He looked at the newspapers, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

“Awesome.”

He said softly that the first newspaper he saw was the "Daily Prophet". In this newspaper, the front page headline was a skeleton swallowing a giant snake. Under this, someone ingeniously released several

Dementors.

The original photo didn't have any dementors.

Du Wei can be sure of this.

This photo was originally taken by Du Wei himself. How could he not know what the original photo looked like?

This photo has been artistically processed.

"It turns out that photos from the magical world can also be photoshopped."

Duwei said softly. He looked at the spicy headlines in the Daily Prophet and pointed the finger at Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

"The Ministry of Magic has another Death Eater? Who is to blame for the dementor riot?"

The subtitle is "Who's Responsible for Our Children?"

Signed Rita Skeeter.

"A very beautiful name and a very sharp writing style."

He whispered. After reading the article, he let go and let the newspaper fly away.

Then, he came up with Witch Weekly. Although it was said to be a weekly, it was obvious that for the sake of popularity, the volume in front of him today was an additional issue of this journal.

The headlines were indeed the information he wanted.

"Dementors: Safety and Control, Top Secret Information"

The following also has a subtitle.

"The Mistakes of Ministry of Magic Operators (Top-Secret Internal Oral Accounts, Absolutely True)"

"Internal, oral."

Du Wei threw away this magazine again, picked up "The Quibbler", and found that the title of Luna's father's side tabloid was the most shocking. As if he was not afraid of death, he wrote the title "Photography"

Ghosts attack Hogwarts: Is it Dumbledore or Cornelius Fudge?"

Duwei laughed.

What should he say?

Master Xeno is tall, Master Xeno is hard, Master Xeno is tall and hard? Duwei has long heard that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood is so bold that he dares to say anything, and he can say anything.

Dare to write.

But he never thought that Xenophilius Lovegood would dare to write this.

He didn't know how Fudge felt when he saw this impurity. He only knew that he was very happy.

He happily hummed an off-key tune, and then started singing loudly. He hugged the sun with his arms and danced. He pretended not to know that the police had climbed up behind him. He sat here for some time. After dawn,

, someone saw the man sitting on the top floor of the building through the dim light of dawn. Some people thought he was going to jump off the building and called the police.

The police touched him and tried to drag him down. Du Wei stumbled to his feet. The wind shook him, and the policemen who came up trembled in fright.

Du Wei stretched out his arms, trying to maintain his balance and prevent himself from falling. He turned his head so that the police could see his face.

The policemen subconsciously raised their guns and pointed them at Du Wei.

In an instant, they recognized this face.

The face of a nationally wanted criminal.

One, the face of Dowe Jones.

"Hello, police officer, it's early in the morning, do you want to see the sun too?

But, gentlemen, you have made a mistake.

You, you guys."

Du Wei stood on the wind and shouted loudly: "You shouldn't do it by yourself, you should report it to your superiors, gentlemen."

The policemen glanced at each other subconsciously and tightened their grip on the trigger. Just when they were hesitating whether to persuade them to surrender, the madman in front of them laughed and leaned back!

The golden rim of the sun was embedded behind the madman, making it difficult for these people to see the madman's face, but they saw that the madman jumped directly from the top of the building.

"My, God."

A policeman subconsciously said that Du Wei floated down from the top of the building. The police officers rushed over and lay down on the edge of the building.

Looking at these horrified police officers, Du Wei stretched out two fingers, kissed them, blew a kiss to them, and then smiled.

"This is a lunatic!"

Several policemen said bitterly, but who knew that while they were talking bitterly, this madman spun around in the air.

In just an instant, faster than the blink of an eye, they saw that the falling madman was gone!

"Um?"

These people opened their eyes in horror. The next second, a man appeared out of thin air in front of them. A twisted branch appeared in his hand and was pointed at the sky.

"surprise!"

He shouted loudly, and on the top of his branch, a Dark Lord's mark that had appeared not long ago appeared again in the sky over London.

This time, it was at dawn.