The card draw starts in Azkaban

Scrimgeour did not speak, he pointed his wand at Dowey Jones, and his eyes fell on Karkaroff's face on the ground.

He wanted to confirm whether Karkaroff was still alive.

is still alive.

He is still breathing.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Scrimgeour was a little nervous, but he wasn't panicked at all.

"Duwei Jones." He shook his wand solemnly and cast a spell silently, but Duwei easily dodged it.

The point of the wand is the direction of the spell.

The directionality is too obvious.

It's so obvious that there's no need to guess at all.

Dowey Jones kept changing locations and making sounds.

"Yes, it's me."

Duwei stood in the distance, still looking at Scrimgeour.

"You are an official of the Ministry of Magic. Let me guess. Judging by the way you dress, your height, and the way you do things, you are the head of the Auror Office. Scrimgeour, right?"

"Is my guess right?"

"Wizard, speak up, Wizard, you can't hit me, don't waste your efforts."

"Answer my question, wizard, I'm asking you, do you really want to be a hero? Wizard?"

Du Wei teased, appearing and disappearing without any pattern. Scrimgeour did not speak. He moved closer to Karkaroff and kept releasing spells to prevent Du Wei from getting closer. He stared at Du Wei cautiously and said: "

No, I never wanted to be a hero."

"Yes, yes, my friend, only those who do not want to be heroes can be heroes, and only saints who do not want to be the masters of the Deathly Hallows can become the real masters of the Deathly Hallows.

That's it, Mr. Scrimgeour, you did a good job."

Duwei smiled wildly, his back to the moonlight, so that Scrimgeour could not see his face clearly. His voice fluctuated from east to west, and every word seemed to hit the tip of Scrimgeour's heart.

"The wizarding world needs a hero, my friend, you should think about the meaning of this sentence.

This hero could be Dumbledore or Harry Potter.

But there must be someone.

Do you get me?

I think you are very suitable, I have taken a liking to you, my friend."

Du Wei grinned and smiled silently.

Scrimgeour ignored the madman's wild words.

He came to Karkaroff and woke him up.

"I'll give you a choice, just for fun."

Duwei ignored Scrimgeour's small movements. He spoke and pointed his wand at Karkaroff on the ground - even though he did not know this person.

"My big hero, these are the rules of the game.

You see, I still have a lot of explosives on me.

Oh, you don't need to worry about what explosives are, you just need to know that if the explosives I carry explode, boom, it can level an entire floor of the Ministry of Magic to the ground, just like I blew it up like this.

Even if there is a curse guarding the Ministry of Magic.

You believe me, my explosives are also magical creations.

I still have a lot of explosives on me now, so I want to play a game with you, hero."

Duwei smiled despicably and said: "I will place a bomb in the office corridor of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and then put another bomb in the Leaky Cauldron.

I can guarantee that my apparation is faster than yours, and I can also guarantee that I will not blow up wherever you appear first among these three places.

But oh, you understand.

If you go to the first place, it means you have given up on the other two places.

At that time, whether it is the death of this person or the explosion of the Ministry of Magic, you will be fully responsible, my hero."

Duwei waved his wand around and said to Scrimgeour: "So, Mr. Wizard, can you tell me who you will choose to save?

It's this wizard on earth.

He is also a surviving wizard from the Ministry of Magic.

Or, where is the innocent wizard from the Leaky Cauldron?"

Duwei smiled, playfully licked the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, forcing Scrimgeour to make a choice.

Scrimgeour said nothing. He picked up the wand and did not talk nonsense to Duwei.

He chose to defeat Du Wei here.

A large number of magic spells appeared from the tip of his wand, and Duwei disappeared in place with a twist.

His spell hit the air and had no effect at all.

"The game has begun, my friend, the first target is the Leaky Cauldron."

After a moment of distortion, Duwei disappeared from the spot. Scrimgeour only had time to cast a protective spell on Karkaroff on the ground and also disapparated.

Karkaroff hadn't stood up yet. Just as he was about to apparate away from this dangerous place, his eyesight went dark again, and his heartache reappeared.

【Exuberantly】

[fainted to the ground]

Du Wei appeared here again and grabbed the rope with difficulty.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Duwei faced the sleeping Karkaroff and said, "It seems that Mr. Scrimgeour has given up on you."

He said to several werewolf wizards and Death Eaters who came over: "Who is he?"

The Death Eaters walked over tremblingly.

"My lord," the Death Eater said flatteringly, "he is Igor Karkaroff, a despicable traitor."

The Death Eater bowed his back in humility.

"very good."

He motioned to the Death Eaters and werewolf wizards to hang Karkaroff.

"Hang him on a street lamp."

Du Wei said: "Let others see what the consequences of betraying the master will be."

…

Scrimgeour's Apparition is obviously much slower than Duwei's.

After he came to the Leaky Cauldron.

He saw a mop bouncing around and writing on the exterior wall of the Leaky Cauldron.

There is no Duwei here.

There is no so-called bomb here.

There were only dancing mops and the faint sound of music. Scrimgeour had no idea what this humming tune was.

If only he was familiar with muggle music.

He will know.

This music is called Ode to Joy.

"The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful; her radiant light shines upon the earth.

Our hearts are filled with enthusiasm; we come to your temple.

…”

The Leaky Cauldron was not bombed, but Scrimgeour knew that he had been removed from the mountain.

When he went back again, Karkaroff was lying on the ground and had been hanged from the street lamp.

On a street lamp not far away, Karkaroff hung alone on it. The Death Eaters and werewolf wizards who had done all this had left.

Karkaroff, wobbly.

Under his swaying orange light, there is a line of blood words.

"Who else wants to betray the Dark Lord?"

The long blood-colored characters spread crookedly all over the ground. Not only Scrimgeour, but even the Death Eaters felt chills in their hearts when they saw these.

On the street lamp where he hanged himself.

And the Dark Lord's Mark.

A green skull spits out a giant snake.

Death Eaters kill people, standard traces.

"Dowe Jones.

This, crazy person."

Scrimgeour couldn't help but say that he knew very well that even if Voldemort came back, there would be nothing more he could do.

Dowey Jones's attainments in black magic are definitely not as powerful as Voldemort's.

However, he was more cunning and cruel than Voldemort. He appeared in a high-profile manner, but did not deal with Muggles. He first killed two senior Death Eaters.

Why?

Scrimgeour didn't know.

He also didn't know where Dowey Jones had gone.

Dowey Jones disappeared.

His knowledge in apparation is too profound.

Scrimgeour didn't have time to leave a beacon on him.

Having lost his target, Scrimgeour could only add a lot of magic to himself and came to the Ministry of Magic.

As he expected, there were Death Eaters gathered near the fireplace, intending to wait and see.

It's a pity that the target they want to wait and see is a skilled old Auror.

Scrimgeour raised his knife and lowered it. Two magic spells stunned the Death Eaters and tied them together. Then Scrimgeour cautiously walked out.

Less than two steps out, he saw the operator's body lying on the ground.

They were lying on the ground peacefully, as if they were asleep.

Avada Kedavra.

They were hit by Avada Kedavra.

Only if they were hit by Avada Kedavra would they be so intact.

Scrimgeour didn't know where the enemy was, so he put out his equipment, like a patient hunter, looking for his prey.

…

Message delivered to Hogwarts.

Inside the picture frame, the past principals of Hogwarts were chattering excitedly.

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet."

Dumbledore said with his back to Fudge.

In the Headmaster's Office of Hogwarts, Fudge collapsed on the sofa, unable to pull himself up.

Dumbledore remained motionless.

Fudge knew that he had lost the bet.

His efforts to win over the Death Eaters, his compromises with the Death Eaters, and the helpers he called in all had no effect.

He lost and was completely defeated.

"Moody, I need you to go back to London, and, Connelly, if I were you, I would bring all these people you brought back to London.

What do you think of my suggestion, Connelly?"

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was giving orders, looked more like the Minister of Magic than Fudge, who was slumped on the ground and looking panicked.

"No problem, Albus."

Moody said, holding Floo powder and walking into the fireplace.

"Follow me, you little brats."

He said to the batters.

"Ministry of Magic."

He called out the name of the Ministry of Magic and threw the floo powder hard on himself.

A ray of light flashed.

Moody disappeared.

Bob and the others were a little hesitant. There was no doubt that going to the Ministry of Magic now would be a great risk. To be honest, they were not that great, especially when their boss was someone like Fudge.

.

But under Dumbledore's blue eyes, they bravely came to the fireplace and disappeared one by one.

Delis stood still and didn't move.

Dumbledore looked at him, and he looked at Dumbledore.

"Very well, Mr. Delis, you can stay here."

Dumbledore said that he was too lazy to talk to these people.

Fudge dug a hole for himself.

Dumbledore could not leave Hogwarts. Those flying dementors outside were like shackles, tightly locking Dumbledore and preventing him from leaving Hogwarts.

Before he was the most powerful wizard in the modern wizarding world, he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

He is responsible for the students of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood quietly in front of Fudge. He knew that Fudge was completely finished this time, and his resignation was almost a foregone conclusion.

He didn't know what Fudge had done behind the scenes.

But he knew that Fudge's backhand had no effect at all in front of Dowey Jones.

He also knows.

Dowey Jones's strength has nothing to do with Voldemort.

Because they haven't met yet.

"Bring my loyal subordinate, Dowey Jones, to me."

…

"Damn Dowe Jones, this madman, this..."

London.

The wizards finally reacted and formed an effective counterattack.

Old Barty Crouch appeared from his manor with several subordinates. They came to London and knocked down several Death Eaters. They looked at the Death Eaters on the ground and appeared from time to time to attack them.

The werewolf wizard Barty Crouch Sr. was also deeply shocked.

This kind of death in close combat makes people truly feel the cruelty of war.

When the Dark Lord first ruled the British wizarding world, nothing like this happened. Because Voldemort became unstoppable after his first official appearance. He and his Death Eaters were invincible.

Those who surrender become puppets.

Those who resist can either join Dumbledore's side or hide and dare not resist directly.

Even the Ministry of Magic is in danger.

The Auror who was supposed to capture the Death Eaters proved himself by being able to escape from the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord himself is like a sharp arrow, piercing through everything.

He was afraid of no one except Dumbledore.

Those Death Eaters seemed to be following him, waving their hands and shouting. They had never been like this before, as the vanguard, fighting face to face with the real elites of the Ministry of Magic and the wizards of the wizarding world!

This is the real war.

This is real death!

At this moment, Old Batty made a plan to kill Dowey Jones the next time they met.

He was chilled to the bone.

What exactly is this person planning to do?

Does he want to destroy the wizarding world?

How many wizards are there in the magic world, and how many wizards are there who can fight? Every wizard is a precious resource.

At this moment, they are being consumed in the streets and alleys.

Of course, werewolf wizards don't count.

Dewey Jones doesn't seem to care at all about the lives of Death Eaters, nor the lives of wizards.

What does he want to do?

Barty Crouch Sr. knocked out a werewolf wizard and went to the Ministry of Magic to meet with Ms. Burnsch.

At this moment, Ms. Bernsch is in full bloom.

She is not a flower vase.

She was a powerful witch with profound magical powers, praised by Dumbledore. She waved her wand and placed her monocle square glasses on the table. She, the remaining strikers, and several Ministry of Magic officials

He walked out of the office and defeated several Death Eaters who overestimated their abilities.

Brother Carlo rushed out of the corridor. She saw Ms. Bernsch and raised her wand cruelly.

"Avada..."

He wanted to cast a death curse, but Ms. Bernsch had quick eyes and quick hands.

She is faster than brother Carlo.

"The lip lock is stiff."

She quickly used a curse to stop Brother Carlo's Avada Kedavra, and then waved her wand, and many ropes appeared out of thin air around Brother Carlo.

Transformation spell.

There are also some comprehensive applications of other powerful spells.

With one move, Brother Carlo was tied up tightly.

"Expelliarmus."

It wasn't until she walked over to him that Bernstein got rid of his weapon.

"Keep an eye on him, contact all the strikers and Aurors outside, and tell them to return to the Ministry of Magic quickly.

The Ministry needs them."

Ms. Bernsch said in an orderly manner.

Strinker came down from upstairs and looked visibly relieved when he saw Ms. Bernsch.

"Ma'am," he said, "it was Dowey Jones who killed Karkaroff and hung him from a street lamp outside."

Bernsch said nothing.

She didn't care who was causing trouble now. What he had to do now was to gather all the people from the Ministry of Magic and drive out all the Death Eaters who broke in.

"I can't care about what's going on outside."

Bernsch said, "We need to rescue our colleagues from the Ministry of Magic, then leave the Ministry of Magic, seal it off, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

We have a way out, but these Death Eaters don't have any backup."

After Bernsch finished speaking, he said to the people behind him: "Will you follow me to rescue our colleagues?"

"Of course, ma'am."

Scrimgeour was the first to respond, picking up the wand in his hand and standing behind Ms. Bernsch.