The card draw starts in Azkaban

The goblin comes looking for the wizard?

Du Wei was not surprised at all. He would only find it strange if there was no connection between wizards and goblins.

A race that has some power will not be willing to be slaves to wizards.

What they want will definitely be more.

Contacting officials from the Ministry of Magic is just an attempt by them to gain higher power.

A smile broke out on Du Wei's face.

"Very good, very good, Ms. Josiah."

Duwei said, he picked up the sugary coffee in his hand, looked at the red wine raised in the hands of the others and said, "Tell us to have another cup for Ms. Josiah's sake!"

A brief meeting, the host and the guest enjoyed each other thoroughly.

Du Wei behaved exactly like a normal person during this short talk meeting.

He is steady, ambitious, and his language is very provocative. More importantly, he understands these people and understands what these people need to hear.

During his final curtain call speech, he spoke deeply about the pain points of these people.

Sensation is not the point.

When giving a speech, the most impressive thing is not the technique.

When giving a speech, the most important basis for impressing people is investigation. Investigate clearly what the audience needs, what they want, and what they are taboo about!

Du Wei's speech made some characters who had been accumulated for many years very emotional.

There are still some people who don’t believe in Du Wei, but it doesn’t matter, they are choosing Du Wei, so why isn’t Du Wei choosing them?

In the Cemetery Speech, Grindelwald used the fear caused by Muggle technology to unite and win over wizards.

Voldemort is simpler.

He represents the interests of the declining pure-blood family.

What he said is that mudbloods are dirty, mixed-bloods are disgusting, and only pure-bloods can save the world.

What Du Wei wants to do is even simpler.

He learned from Grindelwald and Voldemort. The magical world needs an enemy, so create an enemy for him. There is no more suitable enemy than Voldemort, who caused a bloody storm in the magical world more than ten years ago.

This world needs a big devil.

Voldemort is the big devil.

There is nothing more suitable for unity than the interest groups of those half-blood and Muggle wizards who are beginning to rise.

They were squeezed out and squeezed by the purebloods. They were frantically snatching the few resources from the pureblood families. Because the resources were limited, they became more and more frustrated and dissatisfied.

All interest groups need a spokesperson. Half-blood and Muggle-born wizards need more seats in the Ministry of Magic, they need more channels to speak out, and they need more benefits. However, this is how the magic world uses resources.

It can only be snatched from the hands of pure-blood wizards.

Pure-blood wizards would not give these benefits to others.

Half-blood and Muggle-born warriors were temporarily suppressed.

But they won't be suppressed forever.

War is the prelude to a great reshuffle.

What Du Wei wants is to start a war, no matter how big or small.

Du Wei looked at the people who had dispersed, took a sip of coffee, kissed Bertha Jorkins on the forehead and said: "The new world is about to begin, Bertha Jorkins, the new world created by us.

The world has begun."

"Yes, a new world is about to open."

The freckles on Lady Bertha Jorkins' happy face were red.

She looked at Du Wei with admiration.

"The Goblin Liaison Office, or rather the Gringotts Goblins, and professional wizards like Gringotts Cursebreakers, contacted them for me, Bertha."

Duwei said softly to Bertha Jorkins.

Lady Bertha nodded.

These wizards are not difficult to find. In the wizarding world, everyone has relatives or friends. If you want to find someone, there is always a way.

"Very well, Bertha."

Duwei rubbed Ms. Jorkins' head and said, "Go and bring Mr. Allen back. I have something to tell him."

Lady Bertha Jorkins left, leaving Duwe alone.

While Du Wei was waiting for someone, he put the unconscious coffee shop owner on the bed, asking him to sleep more comfortably, and leaving a silver siko on his body.

Mr. Allen came, and after they finished talking, he left again.

He kept Mr. Duwei's words firmly in his mind.

After a while, there were only two people left in the entire coffee shop.

The moonlight shone on Du Wei, illuminating the shadows of four people.

Duwei was awake and his boss was sleeping. Duwei Jones did not leave. He sat next to the boss and hummed a lullaby until it was getting dark and he gradually disappeared.

He's going back to fight.

…

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Umbridge called out Dumbledore's full name accurately.

Even Dumbledore was a little shocked.

He raised his eyes slightly from behind his desk and looked at the speaker.

"oh."

As if he had just come to his senses, he said softly to Umbridge: "What a long-lost memory, Ms. Umbridge.

It's been a long time since I heard anyone call me by my full name.

It's been about a few decades.

Albus...Dumbledore."

He repeated his name and stood up in his robe.

"Are you asking me to supervise Buckbeak's execution?"

he asked, and Umbridge smiled and said, "Yes, if that beast is called Buckbeak."

Dumbledore smiled indulgently.

"Magical animals are not beasts."

He said something to indicate to Umbridge that everyone could leave.

He didn't want to continue communicating with Umbridge.

They were originally two different people.

Dumbledore could talk to the magizoologist and his student, Newt, about those rare and little-known magical animals, and he could also talk to Snape about some knowledge about potions, even alchemy.

You can have a long chat with Nick Flamel.

Only for people like Umbridge, he had no idea of ​​in-depth communication with her. It would be a waste of life to communicate with people like her.

He picked up his wand and said: "Let's go, Ms. Umbridge, ladies first, you please first."

He glanced at the unfamiliar person next to him again. The former executioner, McNeil, was definitely no longer able to come to Hogwarts for executions.

Umbridge seemed not to want to introduce this new Ministry of Magic operator to Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore thought carefully and recognized him.

"Hello, Mr. Allen from Hufflepuff."

Dumbledore said, "I remember when you were in school, you learned the Transfiguration Charm well."

Mr. Allen did not expect that Dumbledore would still remember him until now.

He showed an expression of disbelief, and just when he was excited to speak again, Umbridge interrupted the reminiscence with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Allen, Principal Dumbledore, don't waste your time here.

We don’t have much time, let’s go to the hunting ground quickly!”

Umbridge led the people towards the hunting ground.

As they walked towards the hunting ground, three little ones sneakily poked their heads out of the corner of the castle corridor.

They should thank Sirius for removing all of Umbridge's eyes in the corridor.

Otherwise, they might be discovered by Umbridge as soon as they appear in the corridor.

"They're going."

Harry said softly.

"Yes, they are going, what should we do now? Put on the invisibility cloak?"

Ron asked.

"Yes."

Harry said, he took out the invisibility cloak and threw it on all of them, covering them all.

"Follow me."

The three little ones whispered, and when they did this, Dumbledore seemed to be aware of it.

The smile on his face became more cheerful.

He did not expose these children. He, Umbridge, Walker and other seven people came to the hunting ground together and met Hagrid. Hagrid's teeth were tied up and taken away.

To prevent it from scaring the Ministry of Magic people.

The three little ones were wearing invisibility cloaks and following these people.

Du Wei also wore an invisibility cloak, and he followed the three little ones.

One ring within another.

Du Wei's invisibility cloak came from the goblin casting master, who asked the goblin casting master to cast the invisibility cloak. It was a bit overkill, but it didn't matter. He knew that the goblin casting masters wouldn't be angry.

They didn't dare to get angry either.

Duwei followed them to the hunting ground. Inside the hunting ground, the window of Hagrid's hut was open. From the window of this hut, one could see Buckbeak tied to the wooden post outside.

Buckbeak was very uneasy.

Mr. Allen deliberately observed Buckbeak nearby. He was holding a rusty ax in his hand. Buckbeak was struggling, but there was no way. He could not escape from the prison, and neither could Hagrid.

Courage to let Buckbeak go.

He knew that if he let Buckbeak go, what awaited him would be a trip to Azkaban.

He was unwilling and did not dare to go to Azkaban, so he had no choice but to abandon Buckbeak.

He felt guilty, sad and upset.

He made a howling sound in the hut, and even Umbridge couldn't help but look disgusted when she heard this sound.

She stopped pretending, or rather she stopped pretending in front of this dirty mixed-race giant.

He wasn't worthy of Umbridge's smile.

She also couldn't bear the loud crying sound.

Just when she wanted to cut the knot quickly and ask Mr. Allen to take action and kill Buckbeak, Dumbledore raised an objection.

"Tell me to listen to the original text from the Ministry of Magic."

He said, and Umbridge knew he was stalling for time, but after glancing at the Hippogriff tied outside, she said nothing.

Dumbledore moved his fingers slightly, and the wind started blowing outside, narrowing Allen's eyes.

"oh!"

Mr. Allen said very cooperatively: "Merlin, please help me close this window."

Turner subconsciously closed the window.

"It's now!"

Harry said that he felt that his heart was beating continuously and his mouth was dry. However, this nervousness not only did not make him lose ground, but made him become more bold. He was like a berserk warrior.

The more nervous he is in such a moment, the calmer he becomes. Even if others are panicked, his movements never change!