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When he came to the Ministry of Magic again, Duwei was no longer a lost dog.

He is no longer an intruder.

Du Wei walked slowly in the corridor. There was no one in the corridor. All the people who should have come to the corridor at this time "cleverly" went to the tea room and their own offices. Some people were sent aside.

At this time, there were only Dowey Jones and Lady Bertha Jorkins walking behind him with Peter Pettigrew.

He came to the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic, the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, which was the office of the director, Mr. Ludo. Bertha Jorkins took out her wand and knocked lightly on the door of the office.

She thoughtfully opened the door to Du Wei's office.

Du Wei came to the office.

"Let's get started."

Duwei sat on the office chair in the office, and Ms. Bertha Jorkins once again tapped her wand on the fireplace.

After a while, the Floo network in the office started working, and a large number of letters flew out of the Floo network and landed on Du Wei's desk.

They put themselves on the desk in order of priority, and the most important thing was turned into a shouting letter, but they did not dare to shout at Dowey Jones.

They were just telling Dowey Jones what happened here.

Complaining about Ms. Bernsch's poor tactics.

"I know, I know, I know you have been wronged, so I am here."

Du Wei comforted them softly. Beside him, the black mist in the diary was about to appear again, but he suppressed it easily.

"Quiet."

He said to himself: "Don't worry, now is not the time for you to show up, my dear."

Du Wei said.

He knew that not all of the news on the case in front of him was what Mr. Ludo should handle, because the news here, from the Department of Legal Enforcement to the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation to the Department of Magical Sports, the entire Magic

Information from the Ministry is mentioned in these letters.

There is also some information that a big shot like Bernsch would not consider.

These marginalized figures, and even some who were clearly not marginalized, began to confide in a person who cannot be named.

At this moment, when Dowey Jones entered the Ministry of Magic, he received much more information than any other director.

In fact, he got more information at this moment than the Minister of Magic, Ms. Burnsch.

He held up the letter in his hand.

He saw the details in these letters.

"It seems that the situation in the Ministry of Magic is a little worse than I thought."

Du Wei said that he regarded Ludo's office as his own and started working on his own.

He started writing letters to everyone who believed in him, telling them what they should do?

As for Ludo?

Sorry, from today on, this Ministry of Magic is called Duwei's Ministry of Magic, and this office is called Duwei's Office.

Mr. Ludo, let him do whatever he likes.

For example.

Go to a bar and relax.

Ludo felt extremely bad now. He looked at the fairies in formal attire in front of him and felt a little nervous.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be found by these goblins.

But soon, he thought of his own situation.

He doesn't owe these goblins any more money.

Thinking of this, he coughed and felt his waist stiffen.

He has put a lot of effort into hiding from debts, which is reflected in his behavior. As long as he doesn't want to be discovered by debt collectors, he can avoid being discovered by debt collectors.

A very practical way to escape.

Only this time, he overturned.

The reason for the overturn was that he was too confident. He thought that under the protection of Mr. Dowey Jones, no one would blackmail him anymore. But what he didn't expect was that the goblin always played his cards out of common sense.

They seem to be the embodiment of greed and never know how to write the word "satisfaction".

As long as the profits are high enough, like now, they even dare to put their own lives on the other end of the scale as a bargaining chip!

They want to play with a rare commodity.

They want to regard Mr. Ludo as their prey and further encroach on the Ministry of Magic.

This benefit outweighs their fear of Dowey Jones.

Never underestimate the stupidity brought about by greed.

Inside the bar, these goblins showed despicable smiles.

"Mr. Ludo, I think you don't want others to know that you are working for Dowey Jones, right?"

One of the goblins said.

Coercion, inducement.

Half an hour later, Mr. Ludo walked out of the bar in a daze, and several goblins disappeared behind him with proud smiles on their faces.

They knew they had made another deal.

The reason why they blackmailed Ludo was simple.

"We know who you work for."

These goblins said with profound meaning.

It was Dowey Jones who bought his debt, so it stands to reason that he is Dowey Jones's puppet.

They used this to blackmail the new director into obeying. Lu Duo didn't know what he should do?

But these goblins really gave him a lot of money.

"We will work together happily."

Before leaving, these goblins told the truth.

He walked back to his office, looking listless.

As soon as he opened the office door, he saw Ms. Bertha Jorkins standing in front of his desk.

He had no problem with it.

But when he saw the office chair in his office turned around and Dowey Jones raised his head to look at him with a letter in his hand, Mr. Ludo's legs softened and he felt as if he was about to kneel down.

On the ground.

"You don't look very good."

Dowey Jones dropped the letter on the table and looked at his face.

"You look like you could use a little help, don't you, Mr. Ludo?"

Ludo swallowed, his eyes wandered for a moment, and he glanced towards the corridor, but soon he reacted and looked back.

"It looks like you really need a little help. You look very upset."

Duwei pulled out his magic wand.

"Please tell me your difficulties, Ludo, as your friend."

Du Wei put a notebook in front of him, motioned Ludo to press his hand on the notebook and said: "Please tell me your difficulties, I feel I have an obligation to help you, if you are willing.

Yes, you will definitely be willing.

Now, put your hands on this journal, listen to your inner voice, and follow your inner guidance."

Du Wei said in a breathy voice: "Face yourself, my friend."

Ludo was in a state of confusion.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to have a drink.

He is refusing.

Wave your hands.

Back up.

"No, no, sir, I don't think I need this."

"No, you need to."

Du Wei said without any doubt. He cast a magic spell on Lu Duo. Lu Duo's wand flew high and fell into Du Wei's hand. When it appeared again, Du Wei strode forward and grabbed it.

Up Ludo's hand.

His hand was grabbed by Du Wei and pressed hard on the diary!

"Relax, take it easy."

Du Wei said cruelly, Ludo let out a deafening roar, and thick smoke came out from where his hand came into contact with the diary!

…

"Ding dong".

This is the sound of ice cubes smashing into the glass.

Dumbledore poured the wine into a glass and took a sip.

His face looked much better.

"Because of your arrogance, huh." Although Snape often used harsh words to mock others, he had never mocked Dumbledore, and this time was an exception.

Because he was really angry.

Because he knew that if Dumbledore really died, he would be alone and taste the taste of loneliness - the pain of Lily's death, Voldemort's secret, his secret, and their cooperation would all be lost because of Dumbledore.

Bullido's death disappeared into thin air.

Everything must be borne by him.

He can't bear it.

Living is more painful than death.

It takes more courage.

"You almost died because you believed Dowey Jones."

Severus said viciously. He took out the potion and asked Dumbledore to drink it. Dumbledore waved his hand and stubbornly indicated that he wanted to drink the potion first and then the potion.

A willful mess.

"It's not because of my arrogance," Dumbledore said. One of his fingers has now turned black, but he doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong with paying such a price. "If it weren't for Dewey Jones,

, next time, when I really meet that thing..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Severus Snape interrupted him.

"Yes, Dumbledore, putting the Horcrux directly on his hand is such a great feat. You should know that Horcruxes are cursed, right?"

Snape said angrily.

Finally, he asked back.

"Yes, yes, that's the case, I know."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "But I still fell into the trap, Severus. At that moment, I desperately wanted to see my sister and my parents..."

Silence, lick your lips, and smile again.

Dumbledore said: "Maybe I'm too old, I'm starting to feel nostalgic all the time."

he said.

"You are not even over two hundred years old!"

Snape retorted.

Dumbledore waved his hand again, "Although this doesn't look very old," he said, "But are you sure you want to discuss this matter with me? About my age?

The question now is not about this, it's about Harry. I finally figured out how many Horcruxes Voldemort has, but it's too early, Severus, it's too early...

Voldemort is developing too fast, and I am not ready for some things."

He looked at his fingers and said, "But my fingers, that doesn't seem like a bad thing.

At least I know, I have never forgiven myself.

Ignoring one's own desires is a terrible thing. Severus, although I paid some price, I finally know how to avoid him. Otherwise, he will appear in my future battles. That's

A very terrible thing.”

He talked a lot with Snape, and like Severus, Dumbledore also knew that he was actually lonely.

He handed the drink to Snape and said, "Would you like some?"

"No."

Snape flatly refused and said: "You should be grateful that your curse is just an insignificant part of that huge curse. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you."

"You can always survive, Severus, don't worry about it."

Dumbledore said that if he did not want to die, then he must admit that ordinary methods could not kill him.

He was left alone in the room again.

Dumbledore sat alone in his chair and waved his wand.

In front of him, the Mirror of Erised gradually appeared before his eyes.

He stood up, a little trembling, as if he was really a terminally ill old man.

He held the Mirror of Erised with one hand, and touched the person in the mirror with the other hand.

He looked at the existence in the mirror greedily and muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry," he said to the person in the mirror and to himself, "I'm really sorry..."