The card draw starts in Azkaban

The war has nothing to do with Duwei.

Du Wei was the one who started the war, but he was not the one who fought.

He looked at the person in front of him with a faint look and put the wand aside.

"Didn't the goblin who sold you the magic props tell you that the only one who can defeat a wizard is a wizard?"

Du Wei sat in front of the banker and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Props are always dead objects. My sir, you are just like the gun in your hand."

His expression was very soft, with an innocent smile. If only he hadn't knocked the banker's dog unconscious to the ground, and if he hadn't cut a big gash on his bank card hand, causing blood to gush.

He became gentler and more lovely.

The banker said nothing. He felt cold all over his body.

His body temperature was gradually disappearing along with the blood flowing from his hands.

Equally cold was his heart.

It's not that he doesn't know about the existence of wizards - on the contrary, the existence of wizards is not a secret among the upper class of Muggles. They have always been in contact with wizards.

Whether it's goblins or the Ministry of Magic, they all have economic and information exchanges with Muggles.

Over the past few years, the Muggle students admitted to Hogwarts have not been completely separated from the rest of the world.

Even Dumbledore had a few Muggle friends.

If you use pull rings, the underground vaults of some famous banks are protected by magic.

Almost all relatively large underground vaults will have a "Sniff Expelling Curse" to ensure that the magical animal, the Sniff, will not run into the bank's underground vault and take away all the gold coins and ancient coins.

These things are usually done by the Ministry of Magic.

Later, goblins did everything for them, and the goblins decentralized business access qualifications. Originally, only the prime minister and some famous ministers could obtain the friendship and help of wizards.

The fairies also brought in the wealthy businessmen.

For money.

The blood dripped onto the ground, hit the blanket, was absorbed, hit the gun, and broke into several pieces.

"How beautiful, my friend."

Du Wei said.

The banker said nothing.

He looked at Dowey Jones's face and swallowed nervously.

He knew that this man was a subordinate of a wizard called "Mysterious Man", and he was one of the wizard's most loyal madmen.

As for the name of the mysterious man, he didn't know. Those ugly goblins were as cunning as him.

They are always cautious when dealing with each other. He knows that poor information is also one of the channels for making money.

Compared to high-level humans like him, information from wizards is more difficult for bankers to obtain.

On his body, he was wearing a magic vest that was said to be able to protect against a type of magic called the [Soul-stealing Curse].

But the wizard in front of him didn't seem to want to use the [Imperius Curse] to deal with him.

When he realized that he wanted to shoot, he waved the small stick in front of him and cut his hand open.

Blood is flowing.

He is afraid of dying.

"Please," he begged the madman in front of him, trying to get some help, "please, let me bandage the wound. Even if you don't ask the family doctor to come in, please let me bandage the wound myself."

He didn't dare to move. Du Wei had already warned him before he did anything.

Dewey Jones took a sip of coffee, took out ordinary chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate the chocolate with bulging cheeks.

"It's not the time yet."

Du Wei said.

After sitting like this for five minutes, the banker felt he could speak.

He was already shivering from the cold.

He already had some signs of excessive blood loss.

He wanted to give it a try.

This feeling of life passing by without being able to do anything about it is really terrible.

The banker can be sure that he can control the wizard in front of him in the palm of his hand.

Never underestimate a successful banker.

Just ask him to speak.

"us……"

He opened his mouth, a little dry and wanted to speak, but was blocked by a finger.

Du Wei's fingers were very cold.

"Don't talk, sir, stay quiet."

Du Wei said calmly, "Don't affect what I am listening to, the wailing of the world.

And, the symphony of blood."

The banker swallowed and did not dare to speak.

Because the wizard picked up the stick again and pointed it at his neck, as if as long as he spoke again, the wizard would erase his neck.

Du Wei sat here, looking at the watch on his hand, waiting for dawn.

The farce he caused has just begun.

This is a reminder.

He wants to make the wizarding world feel pain.

What we did today was just the first blow.

It was just the first stab that really saw blood.

Neither Grindelwald nor Voldemort have shaken the true foundation of the wizarding world.

In the wizarding world, pain has never been felt.

This is not good.

Du Wei wants these wizards to feel what real pain is.

He sat on the bed in the banker's bedroom with some restraint, raised his feet, took his hands back and said, "I'm sorry, I just found out.

Uh, did I step on your expensive carpet.

I don’t have money to compensate you, otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

Du Wei picked up the magic wand, pointed it at the banker and said, "I'll kill you so I don't have to pay back the money."

"No no no!"

Even though his whole body was cold and his life was passing away, the banker's desire to survive was still very strong. Looking at the raised magic wand, he waved his hands in a panic and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Wizard, this carpet of mine is worthless, don't use it."

compensation."

"That's it."

Du Wei looked obviously disappointed.

He put down his wand lonelyly and said, "Then tell me a story, Mr. Banker."

He pointed at Mr. Banker's waistcoat and said: "What's the secret of that waistcoat that you don't even take off when you sleep, my husband?"

Also, Mr. Banker, I have a question, how do you deal with goblins?

Tell me this news and I will bandage your wounds.

Of course, if you lie."

Having said this, he casually took out a windproof lighter, opened it and said: "This is a lie detector, sir.

Its function is that if you lie, it will change color."

Du Wei looked at the sweat gradually seeping out from the banker's head and said with a smile: "If it suddenly changes color."

Du Wei used [Crushing Bones] on him.

"I will give you ten times the pain."

The banker was overcome by a moment of pain and curled up on the bed. Du Wei kindly broke off a piece of chocolate and handed it to the banker.

"Sir, eat some of this, eat some of this, you will feel much better."

The banker dare not refuse the chocolate.

He didn't know why his family was targeted by this madman.

He doesn't know.

Du Wei knew it all too well.

Du Wei raised his head and glanced at this high-end apartment. Many counter-curses had been placed throughout the apartment. Du Wei came over to see who the counter-curses were set for.

In this Muggle-inhabited area, there is a high-end apartment with traces of wizards. It looks quite curious.

…

London's West End.

Tonks raised the wand in her hand and forced Peter Pettigrew into a corner.

"Show us quickly!"

Tonks cast a spell on the screaming little mouse in the corner.

Her mood reached the edge of the cliff at this moment.

The curse fell on the little mouse.

Under the surprised gazes of these Aurors, this little mouse quickly grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a wizard wearing tattered clothes.

It's Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew was screaming.

But he couldn't escape anymore.

He is like a big mouse now.

Lying on the ground, his nose was wet, and there was even a long, disgusting tail behind his butt.

"No, no, don't kill me...

I'm innocent, don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

Peter Pettigrew didn't dare to look at anyone at all. He covered his eyes, screamed, and begged.

Tonks flicked her wand, and a rope erupted from the tip of her wand, binding Peter Pettigrew.

Beside her, several Aurors were on guard against the Death Eaters.

Tonks stood still, ensuring that she could react immediately before Peter Pettigrew did anything.

After all, if he had not died, the person who killed more than a dozen people on the street that year might not have been Sirius Black.

The person who did this might also be Peter Pettigrew.

He could kill so many muggles on the street.

He could just kill so many wizards here.

Peter Pettigrew huddled in the shadows. He kept talking, screaming, and begging tremblingly. Unfortunately, the Aurors did not sympathize with him at all, nor did they believe him.

They walked over and tied up Peter Pettigrew, as well as a wizard, restricting his movements and magic.

"You, you can't do this, you can't take me away.

Sirius Black is going to kill me, he's looking for me, he's looking for me, he's going to kill me, you can't do this, you have to protect me.

Sirius, he is the most terrifying minion of the mysterious man."

He said nonchalantly, and then he screamed, shaking off the Aurors around him, and wanted to rush to Tonks - maybe because she was the only woman here, he wanted to catch her

Tonks' trousers, he wanted to plead to Tonks.

But unfortunately, Tonks nimbly dodged Peter Pettigrew's dirty hands grabbing at her.

Several spells hit Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew finally became quiet.

Tonks knelt down.

She took out the truth serum potion.

The Auror on the side hesitated to speak.

"This is against the rules."

An Auror finally said.

"I'm no longer an Auror, remember? I was suspended by Fudge.

What I do now only represents myself.

Now, I want to use magic potion on others illegally, is that okay? Do you want to arrest me?"

The Auror curled his lips, shrugged helplessly, and turned around.

The same goes for the rest of the Aurors.

They pretended they didn't even see it.

Out of sight, the mind is still.

Tonks decisively pried open Peter Pettigrew's mouth, and poured three drops of Veritaserum into Peter Pettigrew's mouth with Peter Pettigrew's horrified eyes on his face.

"Now, I ask you, you answer."

Kneeling on one knee, Tonks grabbed Peter Pettigrew's sticky hair and asked seriously: "First question, are you the loyal and loyal secret keeper of James Potter and Lily Potter?"

This is the most important question.

Hearing this, the other Aurors also looked at Peter Pettigrew.

Under everyone's complicated gaze, Peter Pettigrew was struggling, suffering, and fighting between heaven and man.

But his man, under the influence of the potion, still looked as normal and said: "Yes, I am James and Lily's secret keeper."