The card draw starts in Azkaban

"Happy life is always short, my friend, do you understand what I mean?

Happiness is short-lived, only pain lasts forever.”

Duwei said kindly to Mr. August. He watched Mr. August sign the magic contract, thoughtfully put the gold galleons in his clothes bag, limped and talked to him enthusiastically.

Hugged each other.

Mr. August hesitated for a moment, then hugged Dewey Jones with his backhand.

The two separated, and Dowey Jones patted Mr. August's pocket.

"This is the reward you deserve, my sir, because the pain is too eternal, so we must remind ourselves all the time.

Seize the beauty.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Although the joy is just licking a little bit of honey on the tip of the knife with our tongue, we will pay a heavy price for it.

But we also tasted the sweetness, didn’t we?”

Du Wei said to him softly.

For some reason, Mr. August felt a sense of fear when he looked at Dowey Jones like this, as if the person in front of him who was smiling and talking to him was wearing a mask.

There are smiling faces on that mask.

Mr. Dowey Jones now is completely different from Mr. Dowey Jones during the operation. The word danger appears all over Mr. Dowey Jones now.

August looked at Mr. Duwei carefully and suddenly shuddered.

He realized that something was wrong with him.

Eye.

The eyes of Dowe Jones.

No matter what Dewey Jones said, his eyes were extremely cold, as if they were a glacier from the North Pole, making people feel uncomfortable just looking at them.

Duwei noticed Mr. August's fear, and when he noticed that Mr. August's fear was reflected in his eyes, he obediently covered his eyes, then spread out his two fingers, and said mischievously:

"Did it scare you? Sir.

Will this make you feel better?"

August swallowed.

"No, sir," he wanted to leave here quickly, "No, I'm fine. Also, your leg problem should be intact in two weeks. Remember not to do strenuous exercise recently.

"

Even at this time, August still subconsciously spoke out the doctor's orders.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. August, you are a very good therapist."

Duwei said gratefully. He sent August away with a smile. Then he turned to look at Ms. Bertha Jorkins and took the milk tea in her hand.

After confirming that Duwei was fine, the other fringe characters in the apartment went to work, leaving only the stubborn Bertha Jorkins.

"Your good life is the meaning of my efforts, gentlemen and ladies."

Before leaving, Du Wei opened his arms, hugged each of these people, and kissed their foreheads. Each of them accepted Du Wei's kiss, just like a mother kissing her children, full of piety.

Facing each of them, Duvilla took their hands, blessed them, and watched them go until Bertha remained.

"Well, Lady Bertha."

Duwei took the milk tea and caramel milk tea from Bertha Jorkins' hand and took a sip.

This is a cooking skill that Duwei taught Ms. Bertha Jorkins.

It can be regarded as a cooking skill. Duwei gently stroked Ms. Bertha Jorkins' hair and said: "Does your head still hurt? My dear, I told you that I will cure you."

pain."

He kissed Bertha Jorkins on the forehead, indicating that she might leave.

Duwey had many books at his disposal, brought to him by Bertha Jorkins from the Library Department of the Ministry of Magic.

The book he read recently contained many sources of curses.

Among them, Du Wei found the inventor and creator of the Forgetting Curse.

The wizard's name was Nemorne Radford, a woman who lived in England in the sixteenth century.

When she was using magic, she invented the Forgetting Charm.

Later, she was absorbed into the organization by the magic department and became the first memory canceller in the magic world.

Later, the magic spell she invented was also passed down by the Ministry of Magic.

It is often used on Muggles by people from the Ministry of Magic.

Du Wei did not forcefully stimulate Bertha Jorkins' memory. Of course, the shackles of the Forgetting Curse can be loosened and even disappeared due to strong stimulation. But the problem is that Du Wei knows very well that such a rough and ruthless operation will cause Bertha

·Jorkins causes secondary damage.

So, Duwei went to Hogwarts and brought back two boxes.

Want to resolve this matter.

Du Wei knew very well that he was still following the plan.

The first step in this plan is the trial of Peter Pettigrew.

He put out the can.

Ms. Bertha Jorkins left here. Duwei stood at the window for a hundred years, looking at the sky outside, looking greedily at the sunset outside and said: "Want to be free? Can?"

Can Can carefully glanced at the wizard's back, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, yes, but Can Can will always be Mr. Dowey Jones's most loyal servant."

"There is no eternal loyalty, Can. You are loyal to me now because the bargaining chips for betrayal are not enough."

Duwei laughed strangely and said: "Even I would betray Voldemort and even want to kill him every day.

What about you?

You want to kill me too, right? Can you torture me and hurt me in the most cruel way?"

After hearing Voldemort and Duwei's words, Can Can felt like he was being whipped hard with an invisible whip. Can Can trembled and screamed: "No, Can Can has never had such an idea."

Du Wei leaned his head over.

He stared at the can carefully, with his face very close to the can. The can didn't dare to speak at all, and even his breathing stopped in an instant.

Fortunately, after a while, Du Wei stood up straight again.

Can Can felt a little dizzy.

Because of nervousness, Can Can curled up, and Du Wei said softly: "Hypocritical, Can Can, hypocritical.

You can deceive me, but you can't deceive yourself, can.

But none of this matters anymore.

Come up with a way to control the goblins under your hands. I need you to do things for me and become my stepping stone.

Go deal with my troubles, can.

If you can't think of a way in a short time, I will choose a new servant next time we meet.

Your life and death is only important to you, your life is not important to me at all."

The can trembled, and Du Wei smiled and handed him the chocolate.

"Although it is cruel to say this, I can kill you at any time and replace you with a new one.

Just like the workers in the textile factories in London in the 19th century.

You and I are just consumables in this world, so be smart, Mr. Can, and don't make us embarrass each other so much."

The can was thrown into the suitcase, and Duwei released Lockhart.

Facing Lockhart, Duwei did not intimidate the handsome middle-aged man.

He is requesting.

"I need you, Mr. Lockhart. I need you to help me. After this is done, I will set you free. Yes, Mr. Lockhart, don't look at me with such disbelief.

I.

I said, I will set you free."

Duwei looked at Lockhart and said.

The handsome Lockhart hesitated subconsciously. He didn't know whether what Duwei said was true or whether he was lying to him.

But he has no choice now.

He does long for freedom.

"What do I need to do?"

Lockhart said nervously, fearing that Duwei would say something that was unacceptable to him.

"Help me perfect the Forgetting Spell, and then I will make you a hero."

Duwei grinned and said, "I will fulfill your wish, Mr. Lockhart, and after helping me, you will become a hero who will be admired by everyone, just like Harry Potter.

I promise you."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his wand and pointed it at Lockhart.

"In your sleep, think carefully about my terms, Lockhart.

Fainted."

After knocking Lockhart unconscious and picking up the cards that fell on the ground, Duwei began to write his plan.

The rustle of the quill falling on the parchment was also Du Wei's way of sorting out his thoughts.

After writing the next plans, Duwei used his wand to touch the paper and burn the plans.

"It went on schedule and there were no mistakes."

Du Wei said.

He called Barty Crouch Sr.

Old Batty was furious and his tone was filled with questions.

"Are you really crazy!"

Old Barty roared over there: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you want all wizards to die?

You actually attacked the Ministry of Magic. How dare you do that?

Also, why did you attack foreign wizards in Albania? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

Facing the angry Old Barty, Duwei wrote the name of Old Barty Crouch with a pen in front of him, and then lightly put an X on it.

But his tone remained calm.

"No, I'm not crazy, Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., I was sane the whole time."

He said calmly, "Maybe you should thank me. If I hadn't gone to Albania and prevented Voldemort from being reborn, maybe you should kneel in front of Voldemort now and repent for the harm you caused to his most loyal servant, and then

, killed by an Avada Kedavra."

Duwei said sarcastically: "Mr. Barty Crouch, you really don't know anything."

He burned the paper in front of him and said with flames reflected in his pupils: "You are just as stupid as the other wizards.

Periodic law, my dear Mr. Wizard, what you thought was a peaceful periodic law has now reached its limit.

What I did was just detonate the big explosion that could kill everyone at once in the future in batches in advance.

Although it will kill some people.

But, Mr. Crouch, I am saving you, so if I were you, I would kneel down and kiss the savior’s leather shoes.”