The card draw starts in Azkaban

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Official matters should be led by the officials.

When the goblin said that the Ministry of Magic has all the power to dispose of Gringotts.

The Ministry of Magic had better really have full control over Gringotts.

Du Wei looked at the wizards and goblins on the ground, stretched out his wand, and the wine floated from their wine glasses, and finally turned into ribbons, binding everyone here.

A wonderful use of transfiguration.

If he was strong enough, he could conjure these ribbons out of thin air.

After catching everyone here, he started calling people from the Ministry of Magic.

Soon, the strikers and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came over. Although Mr. Scrimgeour was not the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department yet, everyone could see that Ms. Burnsch was determined to help him up.

The Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic is Ms. Burnsch's domain.

It is only a matter of time before Mr. Scrimgeour becomes the leader of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Bob took out a colorful handkerchief and kept wiping his sweat.

"You look nervous, Bob, would you like some? There are mint leaves in it to refresh you."

Scrimgeour handed over his pipe.

"No."

Bob refuses.

He looked at this situation with a grimace, hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and reminded: "Mr. Scrimgeour, is this a little too much?"

"I will bear all the consequences."

Scrimgeour stared at Bob and said, "This is just the beginning, Bob, and this is where we are going.

Not even the top note of a storm, my friend.

If anyone comes to you, tell them to come to me, remember, anyone, including Ms. Bernsch."

Listening to Scrimgeour's decisive voice and looking at his unswerving look, Bob's lips wriggled, but in the end he said nothing.

Thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Good luck, Scrimgeour."

Bob, as the batsman captain, knows a few things.

He knew that the people behind these Goblin Bars were not simple, but since Scrimgeour had said so, he would not remind Scrimgeour again to ruin the scenery.

In any case, Scrimgeour will be his boss in the future.

Don't question your boss's actions.

This is the survival philosophy of a veteran in the workplace.

If even a director of the Department of Law Enforcement can't deal with the goblin.

Bob felt that things were a little out of control.

He believed that Scrimgeour also knew what was right.

So he walked in silently, and with his strikers, he separately captured the goblins and wizards lying here, and led them out of Diagon Alley.

This is really attracting attention.

Several newspaper offices were very excited.

This is big news.

Du Wei stood at the door, leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe with mint leaves in it. Du Wei stared at the people outside. There was time in front of him. After waking up, Narcissa and the Death Eaters were walking towards this side.

, seeing that this place was being taken over by others, he didn’t come close, just took a look at it from a distance and left.

It starts to snow in Diagon Alley.

Duwei's khaki clothes were gradually hidden under the heavy snow.

As for the goblins, the goblins should already know about this matter.

Du Wei didn't know whether these goblins were in a hurry, but he knew that some wizards were definitely in a hurry, because among the wizards he caught, there were some pure-blood wizards and spies who had contact with Voldemort.

Arrest these people and go back.

Those wizards will be scared.

Of course Du Wei knew what kind of criticism he would encounter.

But isn't this what he expected?

'The game has just begun.'

Duwei smoked his pipe, and as the smoke curled up, he picked up all the cards scattered on the ground and watched with his own eyes as Bob returned to the Ministry of Magic with all the fairies and people.

During this period, he did not wait for the goblin.

"You guys are wise."

Duwei said, when going back, everyone in the Leaky Cauldron looked at Scrimgeour.

"Have a glass of wine, any kind of wine is fine."

Du Wei said.

Old Tom gave Duwei a glass of wine.

"What mistake did they make?"

Old Tom asked, and everyone's ears pricked up. They also wanted to know what mistakes these people had made.

"Fornicating with Death Eaters."

Du Wei said bluntly, and Old Tom trembled.

This was what Du Wei wanted. After finishing the wine, Du Wei placed the cup on the table.

"So Old Tom, the storm is coming."

Du Wei stood up, glanced at the people around him and said: "After I go back, I will submit a legal opinion as the director of the Auror Office. From now on, the death penalty will be reinstated. Death Eaters should not be thrown into the

Azkaban, they should be beheaded with swords!

Like the Muggle Emperor of France.

At the same time, I will apply to release the Unforgivable Curse from the Aurors. The war is about to begin, ladies and gentlemen."

He put on his hat, straightened his clothes, and straightened his tie.

"I hope that after this war, I can see you again and you can see me.

If it were this time, I wouldn't be able to succeed.

Then please don't bury my body."

He noticed a golden beetle hiding in the dark, put the pipe in his mouth, and Dowey Jones strode away.

As soon as he left the Leaky Cauldron, noisy sounds came from the Leaky Cauldron.

Like a lively bar.

This is what Du Wei wants.

He returned to the Ministry of Magic, and Duwei did not see Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch is still at Hogwarts.

He saw a nasty, disgusting pink toad.

She stopped on the road and showed a disgusting, sweet smile.

Du Wei blew a puff of smoke into her face.

Very frivolous action.

The pink toad is furious!

"Do you know what you are doing, Mr. Scrimgeour? Are you harassing a lady?"

Du Wei smiled.

The answer is not what was asked.

"First of all, you are not a lady, and I am not a gentleman."

"Secondly, you should be lucky, Umbridge."

Du Wei said quietly: "You are a hybrid, not a Death Eater, otherwise, I would have thrown you into Azkaban long ago.

People like you are more hateful than Death Eaters!"

Umbridge's chest heaved with anger, her face turned red, and she looked at Scrimgeour fiercely.

"I took note of your words, Mr. Scrimgeour!"

She shouted loudly at Scrimgeour's back.

"You will pay for what you did."

"cost?"

Scrimgeour said without looking back: "Don't force me to greet you in slang, Umbridge, let's save some dignity for you!

Ever since I came back from the island."

He didn't say the next words. Umbridge was very angry and didn't delve into the meaning behind this sentence.

Umbridge, or Scrimgeour, did not continue.

What he wants to say is.

Ever since I came back from the island.

I have no intention of going back alive.

Umbridge was furious, but Scrimgeour really ignored her and there was really nothing she could do.

Everyone was torn apart.

Umbridge was so angry that she could only find others to test the pressure.

…

English Ministry of Magic.

Interrogation room.

Du Wei was sitting on one side. Beside him were several old Aurors.

The qualifications of these Aurors are similar to those of Delix, but their paper performance is not as good as Delix. More importantly, their actual combat effectiveness is also unsatisfactory.

Barely satisfying.

I guess it's a little stronger than Delis, but not much.

It's not as famous as Delix.

They could fight against the Death Eaters, but when they saw Karkaroff, Bella, her husband, and brother-in-law, they were a little overpowered. If they could escape from these top Death Eaters, it would be considered a success.

But this is enough.

Because they are indeed the ones who really fight against the Death Eaters.

He is the warrior Du Wei needs!

In front of him was a wizard.

The rest of the goblins were imprisoned, and now they are interrogating these dark wizards and a colleague.

The dark wizard and the rest are interrogating.

Only the wizard, Scrimgeour, came in person.

"Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Goblin Liaison Office."

Du Wei sat behind the desk. Although it was called an interrogation room, the environment was pretty good, with pure white floor tiles and ceiling. His colleagues from the Ministry of Magic were sitting opposite, while Du Wei and several Aurors were sitting here.

There are no instruments of torture.

The Ministry of Magic doesn't really need any torture tools. There is no conclusive evidence to torture colleagues.

In the current Ministry of Magic, this is not possible.

It's just that this colleague still has many shackles tied to his hands, which are magic tools specially used to restrict magic.

Of course, this magic item has its limits.

They have the greatest restraint and are the strongest, and can only fight against ordinary Ministry of Magic officers.

Wizards like Scrimgeour, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody have many ways to escape this constraint.

Just use the transformation spell.

Not to mention the other weird spells.

This colleague from the Ministry of Magic is in front of me.

He looked very uneasy.

Keep your mouth closed and say nothing.

Du Wei sat opposite him and continued to add tobacco to the pipe. He also took out a flat wine bottle and placed it on the table in front of him.

He looks like a real post-war veteran, the kind of veteran who has been traumatized by war and suffers from traumatic stress syndrome.

A weaker version of Mad-Eye Moody.

In this regard, the Aurors understood that everyone had some "minor" problems after escaping from death.

Just smoking and drinking which is not alcoholism.

It's not a problem anymore.

"Mind if I have some, you two?"

Du Wei also asked the two people next to him. They both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't mind. Du Wei lit his pipe. Under the curl of smoke, Du Wei picked up the information at hand, looked at it twice, and said;

"Don't you want to say anything? Kalf?"

Kalf didn't say anything. He cocked his neck stubbornly and stared at Scrimgeour.

"I just had a glass of wine. You can't do this to me there. I'm also an agent of the Ministry of Magic."

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

he said.

When Du Wei heard this, he tilted his head, stood up, and after taking a puff of his pipe, he suddenly threw the information in his hand at the face of the Goblin Liaison Office operator named Kalf!

"Crack!"

Loud!