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English Ministry of Magic.

Department of International Magical Cooperation.

The Department of International Magical Cooperation is the Ministry of Magic department headed by Barty Crouch Sr. At this moment, several other Ministry of Magic officials who looked very majestic came here through the Floo network.

Barty Crouch Sr. had to pour a lot of magic potion into his mouth to support himself and make himself look energetic.

"Hello."

He shook hands with the foreign ministers of the Ministry of Magic politely and sat down with them.

Opposite Old Barty were the foreign ministers of the Ministry of Magic of Germany, Hungary, Austria, and the Netherlands.

Barty Crouch Sr. looked at so many foreign ministers and felt a headache.

He didn't understand why the foreign ministers of four countries appeared in front of him.

Has the English Ministry of Magic attacked these Ministry of Magic base camps?

If not, what are the four foreign ministers of the Ministry of Magic coming here for?

The last time this happened, several countries came together to discuss how to deal with Grindelwald.

Forgive Barty Crouch Sr. for his limited thinking.

He could not imagine the reason why four foreign ministers of magic were here at this time.

It can't be because of Voldemort, right?

Barty Crouch Sr. made a joke to himself and tried to concentrate.

The four foreign ministers looked at each other seriously. Opposite Old Barty, the Hungarian Foreign Minister took the lead and said: "Dear Mr. Crouch, this is it."

He took out a photo and handed it to Old Barty Crouch, "I am here on behalf of the Albanian Ministry of Magic - you know, there are not many wizards in Albania, and more importantly, we thought that the Albanian Ministry of Magic,

There are at least ten people, but..."

He looked very regretful, spoke in a hesitant and confused manner, and was not used to being called Barty Crouch Sr.

Barty Crouch Sr. took the photo curiously and saw the people inside who were dealing with the mess, as well as the corpses everywhere.

His hand trembled slightly.

Because this scene is really miserable.

This is a black and white photo. On this black and white photo, several wizards numbly hold the wands, move the corpses to a distance, and pile them together.

Next to them, members of the Hungarian Ministry of Magic were cleaning the ground.

The Albanian and Hungarian Ministry of Magic officers have different clothes and decorations, which makes them easy to identify. The Hungarian Ministry of Magic’s wizards are helping the Albanian wizards dispose of the corpse. Everyone’s expressions look very worried.

"Where is this? Who did this? This is a massacre.

The enemy of all of us in the wizarding world!"

Old Barty Crouch said, showing just the right amount of curiosity. He raised his head, looked at the expressions of the foreign ministers present, and felt a hint of uncertainty.

Because they were all looking directly at me.

This gave Barty Crouch Sr. a bad premonition.

Was it a British wizard who did it?

"Who did this?"

He asked with a sense of luck.

He hoped that this matter had nothing to do with England, but unfortunately, things turned out differently.

The Hungarian Foreign Minister cleared his throat, took out a photo again and said: "Don't worry, Crouch, take a look at this again."

He took out another photo and handed it to Barty Crouch Sr., who took the photo.

Just one glance.

I saw the conspicuous mark of the Dark Lord on the photo, I saw the bunker in the distance, and I saw the skull brain spitting out a giant snake.

Barty Crouch Sr. felt his blood running cold.

He looked desperately at the Hungarian Foreign Minister in front of him, hoping that the Hungarian Foreign Minister would give him a reason - the Hungarian Foreign Minister understood the meaning of his old friend's eyes, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "Yes, that's right, my friend, you

That's right.

This is the mark of your Dark Lord.

Dewey Jones, he slaughtered almost thirty wizards in Albania for his Lord.

After the massacre, he left the mark of the Dark Lord.

This has never happened before. You should know, my friend, that even when the Dark Lord was at his peak, our magical world was safe and sound.

We, the Ministry of Magic, need to give us an explanation for this matter.

Because of Dowey Jones, there are only three people left in Albania's Ministry of Magic.

The other four people were all killed by him in this disaster."

The Hungarian Foreign Minister looked at the German Foreign Minister, who nodded heavily and said: "Yes, Crouch, we need the English Ministry of Magic to tell us why Dowey Jones appeared in Albania.

More importantly, why did he go on a killing spree in Albania?

Why do you, the English Ministry of Magic, call such a dangerous Death Eater, uh, Death Eater? This word is a bit difficult to spell. You must bear certain responsibilities for the actions of this Death Eater.

Obligations are fine, you have to do something anyway, there aren't many wizards in Albania.

We have no control over the situation."

Crouch heard these words.

I feel a little dizzy.

Why did Dowey Jones go on a killing spree in Albania?

How did he know this?

He is a normal person.

He's not a lunatic like Dowey Jones.

If you want to know, ask Dowey Jones, ask me why!

But he was destined to be unable to say these words. He could only swallow these words and swallow them together with his saliva.

He firmly held the chair with his hands and stood up.

"We will investigate this matter."

Barty Crouch Sr. planned to make some grand remarks to deal with these foreign ministers. This sudden big news made his blood pressure rise. He didn't understand it. He really didn't understand it. Duwei...

How did Jones do it and why did he do it?

From the night before yesterday to early yesterday morning, and now, Dowey Jones seems to have never stopped.

At first, Dowey Jones organized a group of people to storm the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic almost fell, and a large number of wizards died in this man-made disaster.

Then, during the day yesterday, Dowey Jones appeared in Gringotts again. He rode a dragon and destroyed Gringotts. So far, the goblins have blocked Gringotts and no wizards are allowed to enter. Those goblins

I can barely conceal my hatred for wizards.

Then, four foreign ministers came to him.

Judging from this time, Dowey Jones arrived in Albania last night, no, in the evening?

He fought fiercely in three places in one day, and the wizard suffered numerous casualties.

Why?

What exactly is Dowe Jones going to do?

Is he going to be the third Dark Lord?

Old Batty couldn't understand the logic of Dowe Jones' actions, let alone what he was doing in Albania to kill people?

If he is willing, he can fight his way into Germany, France, and even the Ministry of Magic of the United States, which is currently more powerful than England.

Why choose an unknown Albania?

As soon as he thought about this, he let out a sigh of relief and felt that his life was lost.

The German wizard foreign minister looked at Old Barty Crouch and said: "Of course, if you can't deal with Dowey Jones for the time being."

He proposed the real purpose of these people coming to the Ministry of Magic in England this time.

"We need some people from the British side to deal with what's happening in Albania.

You know, things are terrible.

There are few wizards in Albania, so something like this happened.

You know, we don't have that many wizards to erase Muggle memories.

Yes, you mean Muggles, right?"

The German wizard foreign minister spit out a German word, and then said: "So, you, the English Ministry of Magic, need to help us deal with the finishing touches."

Barty Crouch Sr. licked his lips, nodded with difficulty and said: "Okay, no problem, I will report this matter to Ms. Bernsch."

he said.

"Ms. Burnsch? Your minister, isn't he Mr. Fudge?"

the German Foreign Minister asked curiously.

When Fudge was mentioned, Barty Crouch Sr. was not in the mood to mock Fudge.

He had long lost his excitement about Fudge's resignation, and waved his hands feebly and said: "The Mr. Cornelius Fudge you are talking about submitted his resignation earlier these days.

Although the process has not been completed yet, it is certain that Mr. Fudge will leave his position as Minister of Magic.

The current person in charge of the Ministry of Magic is Ms. Burnsch.

Ms. Amelia Susan Bernsch.”

Crouch said.

The foreign ministers of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other and said nothing. They came here this time just to ask England to deal with their own mess. The rest of the things didn't matter.

They have not forgotten what the first generation Dark Lord, Grindelwald, did last time.

It was a scar engraved in the hearts of Ministry of Magic officials in Europe and even half of the world.

It's still scary.

Grindelwald is not Voldemort. Grindelwald's reputation is as famous as thunder in the entire Western wizarding world.

He struck from one end of the wizarding world to the other, and the whole of Europe was deeply affected.

He has gone further than Voldemort. His idea is to unite all wizards and fight back against Muggles. Wizards have a very long lifespan - what a long lifespan means is that in some places in Europe, there are still people who saw Grindel with their own eyes.

A wizard with many tricks.

These wizards were deeply shocked by Grindelwald's dark magic.

They have seen Grindelwald lead his followers to kill all over Europe, and they have seen the heroic wizard they usually admire, being killed in one move by Grindelwald.

Even if, in the end, Grindelwald was imprisoned for life.

The fear of the first-generation Dark Lord still remains in their hearts!

Until this time, there were still a large number of wizards imprisoning the Dark Lord in Grindelwald's prison, outside Nurmengard.

Many people think that the prison where Nurmengard is imprisoned is Grindelwald's former castle.

No, of course not, these two places are just not far apart.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic of several countries that he almost defeated joined forces. After Grindelwald was defeated, these wizards spent huge sums of money to build a cage that seemed perfect to them.

And in the first few years, a large number of Ministry of Magic backbones were transferred to Nurmengard to guard this arrogant demon king.

They cast all the spells they could think of next to the devil's residence.

Then, ten years passed.

Twenty years have passed.

Thirty years have passed.

Forty years have passed.

Grindelwald, who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, did nothing. Despite this, there are still a large number of wizards who firmly believe that terrifying wizards like Grindelwald, even without their wands and subordinates, will not survive.

It would be easy for him to get out of prison.

But for so many years, Grindelwald, who was imprisoned, quietly stayed in prison.

In his words.

Everything is meaningless.

From the moment he was defeated by Dumbledore, his ideals were shattered.

Even if he comes out from here, he will only get a bigger prison.

The Dark Lord who has no fighting spirit is no longer powerful.

But the legend he left behind still has a long history.

Originally, foreign officials from the Ministry of Magic did not care much about Voldemort, because even if Voldemort continued to wreak havoc, it would only be done in England. As long as it was not done on their territory, nothing would happen.

But now, they had to pay attention to Voldemort.

Because they discovered that if Voldemort was willing.

He can call the whole of Europe.

Rivers of blood flowed.

At least he has this lunatic named "Dowey Jones".

Fully capable of doing it all.

…

London.

Bertha Jorkins Apartments.

Although Bertha Jorkins was driven around, often had trouble remembering things, and was called stupid Bertha, she was still an agent of the Ministry of Magic.

Being a Ministry of Magic official is a high-paying job in the wizarding world of England.

After following Du Wei, she rented a room in London.

A spell was used.

Keep it a secret.

No one knows this secret except Dowey Jones and her.

Later today, Bertha Jorkins finished eating the melon with satisfaction, and was ready to come back, write down her experiences in a diary, and then hand it over to her beloved master one day.

But when she arrived at her home, Bertha Jorkins cautiously pulled out her wand.

Because she saw a bloody handprint on the door of the apartment she rented.

The door is open.

There were no lights on inside, so I couldn't clearly see the situation.

Bertha Jorkins walked in vigilantly. The tip of the wand flickered with fluorescent light. Under the fluorescent light, she saw blood everywhere on the ground. There were dense bloody handprints on the wall. On the ground, there was someone's handprint.

Something drags blood.

Jorkins became even more nervous. She was always ready to take action and give the intruder a love spell.

Until I saw the person leaning on the sofa.

I saw the person leaning on the sofa.

Bertha Jorkins was stunned.

There was indeed a man lying there.

It was Dowey Jones. He was lying on the sofa. One of his legs could already see the cracks in the bones. The bloody trace on the ground was dragged out by this broken leg.

There was already a pool of blood on the ground.

His whole body was covered in blood, and his clothes also turned black.

That's the color of blood after it's coagulated.

The cell phone was put aside. It seemed that Dowey Jones wanted to make a call, but unfortunately, he didn't have the energy.

The mobile phone was also dropped.

But his face is very clean.

Because he used "clear water like a spring".

"Hello, Bertha, I'm so sorry, I look really unseemly right now."

Du Wei heard the sound and tried his best to open his eyes a little.

He saw Bertha coming in and tried to smile.

Said softly.

"I didn't scare you, Bertha Jorkins.

I'm really sorry that I couldn't come to see you cleanly."

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