The card draw starts in Azkaban

In the minister's office, Fudge's expression was worse than that of Barty Crouch Sr. Not long after the last time Dewey set off fireworks over London, and before he could even sit down, Dewey Jones appeared again.

London.

Fortunately, this time he went to Gringotts to pick up something, obeyed the rules and regulations, and didn't cause any big trouble.

But what about next time?

What about next time?

Fudge was very panicked. Duwei walked in and out of London casually, as if he was traveling, which gave Fudge a great sense of insecurity.

This time he came to London simply to withdraw money.

So what about next time?

Next time, will he set off a giant Dark Lord firework over London after withdrawing his money?

Maybe instead of using a huge Dark Lord firework, he just needs to murder a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official, or a famous wizard.

There is absolutely no way Fudge can save himself.

The conflicts that he had suppressed several times by using his position as Minister of Magic would erupt in an instant one day in the future, blowing him to pieces.

He felt very bad.

He felt that, to use an inappropriate metaphor, seeing his Dandan being held in Du Wei's hand made him feel completely without any sense of security.

Because of this, as long as Du Wei is willing, he can crush his confidence at any time and make him die without a burial place.

"How could things develop like this!"

Fudge was desperate. He begged those from pure-blood families to give him more support. Unfortunately, among the twenty-eight existing pure-blood families, there were only a few who could support him in numbers.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's the only one left.

Pureblood, Weasley family.

Fudge tried his best, but it was obvious that the Weasley family, a pure-blood family, clearly favored Ms. Burnsch. In the office, Fudge couldn't tell whether Mr. Arthur Weasley of the Ministry of Magic was pretending to be confused.

A master, or he himself is a fool.

This middle-aged man had no reaction at all to the Minister of Magic's solicitation and help.

He was smiling and had a very correct attitude, but his abilities were not good at all.

Fudge finally had no choice but to ask him to go back.

Of course, this is because Mr. Arthur Weasley is kind-hearted and did not irritate his minister. If Fudge knew that Arthur Weasley not only supported Ms. Burnsch, but was also a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, and was close to Dumbledore.

The relationship between profit and loss is unusually close.

Secretary Fudge, may have a meltdown.

He suffered a heart attack on the spot.

Besides the Weasley family, Fudge had no choice.

After Lucius Malfoy committed suicide, the power of the Malfoy family shrank significantly, and they were completely unable to provide any help to the Minister.

The Abbott family declined his solicitation. The Burke family was focused on their own business and had no intention of getting involved in these bullshit. The last pureblood of the Gaunt family was still imprisoned in Azkaban. The Crow family were standard Death Eaters.

, Barty Sr. of the Crouch family was tit for tat with him, and all three of the Lestrange family were in Azkaban...

He really had no choice but to find any useful help.

In his helplessness, he even had a bold idea.

Make a deal with some Death Eaters who are not too crazy, bring them out of Azkaban, bind them with magical contracts, and ask them to support him like the escaped Death Eaters and become a force that can support him

…

However, he soon gave up this stupid idea.

No, no, it can't be like this.

Fortunately, Fudge is not completely at the end of his rope yet. He still has sense. He knows that he cannot do this. If he does, he will die without a burial place when this incident breaks out.

Those people from the Ministry of Magic, well, forget it, don’t use those people from the Ministry of Magic, even those ordinary supporters who know about this matter will definitely bite him back. Not all pure-blood families support Voldemort;

People support him.

There are not only twenty-eight pure-blood families, but there are also some pure-blood families. Their genealogies are not so clear, so they were not selected into the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Among these people, some people still support Fudge for the time being.

Although Fudge didn't know how far this kind of support could sustain him.

But it's better than nothing, right?

Fudge often comforted himself like this.

So he was at his wits end.

Now the people in the Ministry of Magic have nothing to do with Du Wei.

Those Aurors and Strikers are useless.

This feeling of powerlessness made him uncomfortable.

The feeling of having his life in someone else's hand made him feel hesitant.

In desperation, Fudge sat in the back of his office and took out a towel to wipe his sweat. He wrote a letter again and began to ask for help. But this time, of the many owls that flew out, none of them flew to Hogwarts.

The room was obviously not very hot, but sweat was still flowing down layer by layer on his head, forcing him to frequently wipe the sweat off his head with a towel.

He wrote more and more letters, but instead of feeling at peace, Fudge felt more and more panicked as the ink poured out. He licked his lips uneasily. After sending so many letters in his hand, Fudge still felt unsure.

, he didn’t know how many people would respond effectively to his request for help.

Will there be ten people?

After sending the letter, he rarely took out a box of cigars from his drawer - the cigars were a gift given to him by the top Muggle officials. Over the years, the Ministry of Magic and Downing Street have had extremely close ties. He tried

, he lit the cigar like a Muggle and put it in his mouth, letting the aroma of the cigar fill his mouth.

As if this could soothe his restless heart.

After sitting in the office for a while, the floo network behind him finally lit up.

Under the miserable green light, a person emerged from inside.

Fudge turned his head in surprise and saw the person coming. Fudge put down his cigar and opened his arms, apparently wanting to hug him.

"Thank God, it's so nice to see you, Karkaroff."

He wanted to hug the visitor, but Igor Karkaroff ruthlessly rejected the Minister of Magic's hug. It seemed that he was not interested in Fudge's hug.

"Let's get down to business, my minister. I'm wearing very thick clothes and it's not suitable for me to hug you."

He said cunningly, he showed his yellowed teeth to the minister, smiled, pretended to be confused, and asked Fudge what the great minister wanted from him.

What's going on?

Fudge was filled with hatred in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. He knew very well that the status of this damn former Death Eater in front of him was no longer what it used to be.

If more than ten years ago, it would have been this damn former Death Eater who was kneeling in front of him and begging him now. He would have kissed the ground and begged Fudge to forgive him, but now, this damn Death Eater is already a German.

The principal of Armstrong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Wearing a thick robe, he stood in front of Fudge with a proud look on his face.

Fudge asked for help from others and was inferior to others.

This is the help he found.

Compared to the bad idea of ​​extracting people from Azkaban when there was really no other way, he chose to cooperate with the former Death Eaters.

Facing Karkarov, our minister put forward his own conditions. Karkaroff heard these conditions and showed a reserved smile.

Because he could see that Minister Fudge was a little anxious now.

He was forced by Dowey Jones and was unable to resist.

This means that as long as he can stay stable, he can get more benefits from Fudge.

As for offending Fudge, he wasn't afraid at all.

His current main scope of activities is not in the UK. The school he is in does not prohibit the use of black magic. Durmstrang Magic Academy is a place full of talents. It is the favorite of pure-blood wizards, and Huo

The eclecticism of Gwarts is different. This magic school only accepts pure-blood wizards.

Both men and women are welcome.

The famous first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald studied at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was just because this great dark wizard went too far when he was in school. He was a half-baked student, and he was half-way through school.

Expelled from school.

Karkaroff looked at Fudge, who was begging a little, and started to show off.

He is not afraid of Dewey Jones because he knows that Dewey Jones will not be more terrifying than the Dark Lord. As long as the mark on his arm is not hot, he will not worry about the return of the Dark Lord.

"My Lord Minister, don't worry. I have full confidence in you. I know that you can definitely stabilize the magic world."

Although Fudge was in a critical condition and sought medical treatment, he still had a basic sense of smell. Of course he could tell that the damn and despicable former Death Eater opposite him was asking for more benefits from him, but knowing that it was the same thing,

No matter how angry Fudge is, he can't vent his anger.

He can only bear it.

So, even though Fudge wanted to beat the bastard to death with a cane, he still had a smile on his face.

"Of course, Igor."

Fudge said with a smile on his face: "I can indeed control this situation, but at the same time, I also need a little help from you."

He's going to bleed.

…

That night.

Hogwarts.

In the Gryffindor student bedroom, the twins closed the bedpost curtains and showed malicious smiles.

George took out a box.

Fred looked at the box with burning eyes, waiting for the time-honored work they created this time, which had great possibilities for pranks.

Boggart box.

This is something they made by taking advantage of Boggart's characteristics, specifically to play tricks on others.

Originally, they planned to stuff this box into Ron's quilt to test the results.

But now, they have changed their minds.

Compared to their younger brother, they feel that Ms. Umbridge seems to be more disgusting.

They are willing to give this glorious trial qualification to Ms. Umbridge.

"What should we do?"

George said softly.

Fred thought about it seriously and said, "First we have to find out where she is."

"Then, we stuffed this thing into her bed."

George said with an excuse.

Having said this, the twin brothers showed a tacitly evil smile.