The card draw starts in Azkaban

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"What on earth are you talking about?"

After hearing his words, Flint said in disbelief.

Even Ms. Bernsch looked back at Scrimgeour in surprise.

Now Mr. Scrimgeour was too much for her to recognize.

Behind square glasses, Ms. Bernsch was looking at her former subordinate.

There seemed to be an aura about him that shouldn't belong here.

A kind of self-confidence that can control everything.

Du Wei ignored these people present.

He took out the evidence in his hand and after knocking it, the evidence in his hand began to change.

The scene at that time appears, but there is no change.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, do you want to see what's on this piece of paper?

Right here? Right under your noses?”

He looked around at the old wizards and said coldly: "Or in other words, do you want to know what Mr. Kalff said? Do you need me to make it public?"

Deathly silence.

The people present suddenly stopped talking.

The scene was a bit dry.

Ms. Bernsch was keenly aware that this piece of paper was not simple, but she would not know what was on this piece of paper because she was also called over suddenly, so she had no idea what Scrimgeour had done during this period.

I don’t even know what I did.

Fortunately, she felt that they had taken control of the situation and had the upper hand.

Du Wei smiled again, held the paper between his fingers and said, "So, gentlemen, if I were you, I would definitely restrain myself, especially when the tiger bites your neck.

Powerless arrogance, gentlemen, I can't stand this!"

Scrimgeour is aggressive.

Several people looked ugly.

Especially Flint, who clenched his hands uneasily and was particularly nervous.

Because he was the most direct leader in this matter, if Kalf confessed someone, then the most likely possibility was that he confessed himself.

In other words, he is very likely to be sent to Azkaban because of this incident.

He knows this.

There are some things you can do, but you absolutely can't say them.

Just like this.

Old Flint felt that he had begun to sweat on his forehead. He stared at the piece of paper in Scrimgeour's hand, knowing that if this piece of paper really spoke, the other pure-blood families would also cut ties with him.

He looked at Scrimgeour with some viciousness.

Scrimgeour also looked at him.

Have no fear.

He handed this thing to Ms. Bernsch. Ms. Bernsch saw the appearance of the scene and knew that this letter was of great importance, so she collected it with great care.

"I will take care of this, Rufus, please don't worry."

Ms. Bernsch assured Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour raised his lips and smiled.

He wanted to say something else, but at this moment, Bob interrupted the tense atmosphere in the office.

This somewhat squat elite hitter knocked on the door, but without getting permission, he walked in with a nervous look on his face.

Reading with rice balls

"Something's happened, Minister Bernsch."

He shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.

Dewey Jones saw that Bob's body was covered in sweat. Even though it was very cold outside, he was still sweating while wearing the bloated coat and hat that looked like a toad, and he looked panicked to the naked eye.

He looked at the few people present and repeated: "Dowey Jones killed Cornelius Fudge. Not long ago, he showed the Dark Lord's mark!"

Dowey Jones strode over.

"I'll take care of this, Ms. Bernsch."

He said to Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch shouted after him.

"Be careful, Scrimgeour, and Bob."

she said.

"I'll be careful."

Dowey Jones said, he came to the corridor, Bob nodded to the people in the office, closed the door smoothly, and followed Scrimgeour in small steps.

Scrimgeour did not mobilize many members of the Ministry of Magic, because he did not have any extra subordinates. The best talents among the Aurors were either guarding the Muggle Prime Minister or at Hogwarts. Those who stayed here,

Some are worse than Bob, the batsman captain.

"Tell me carefully what's going on."

Dewey Jones asked Bob as he walked. He returned to the office, opened the drawer, and took out his diary. That diary could not be suppressed by the spell. Even if Dewey Jones thought of many ways, it would still be like that.

I go my own way.

Unless Du Wei takes it with him, it will always spread darkness and madness all the time.

Bob looked at the notebook beside Scrimgeour with some surprise. Even though he had seen many strange things, this thing ranked among the strangest things for him.

As he stared at this thing, he felt a noisy voice in his head.

It was as if something was constantly stirring his brain with a silver spoon!

But after Mr. Scrimgeour kicked him viciously, the sound disappeared.

"How's it going, Bob? Are you okay?"

Scrimgeour grabbed Bob with his strong hands and pulled Bob up, who was half-kneeling on the ground. Mr. Bob nodded, and there was even more sweat on his head.

"I'm fine."

He said in support.

Scrimgeour nodded.

"That's best, Bob.

We need to go and see what's going on now.

Bring your subordinates, preferably those with experience and character, we need to go and see, Dowey Jones..."

He said it in general and did not continue.

Whether Dowey Jones has killed someone or not, Dowey Jones himself knows very well. He is Dowey Jones himself. These days, he has no intention of killing anyone.

He is dealing with his own affairs, such as improving his barbaric fairy forging skills to a certain level.

So he wants to capture a lot of goblins.

This is not just selfish, but more importantly, this is what Scrimgeour should do.

This thing is very effective for him.

At least the high-level barbaric goblin forging technique allowed him to gather an army in a short time to fight against Voldemort's supporters.

A different kind of transfiguration, isn't it?

Besides, he also discovered something, something about black magic.

He needs to pay attention to Voldemort at all times, even if that Voldemort has a broken soul.

He may not be a Horcrux.

Du Wei stuffed the Resurrection Stone into Voldemort's finger, and Voldemort's carefully prepared curse was applied to his other self, and his power was fully demonstrated.

Facts have proved that Voldemort's curse is indeed very powerful.

Even if another Voldemort faced the curse, he could do nothing. Half of Voldemort's alchemical body withered.

It looked shriveled like a dehydrated mummy.

Although he tried his best to fight against the curse, Du Wei's figure Voldemort was defeated step by step due to the collision of the two forces.

It won't take long for his body to decay.

As for whether something will happen to the soul, isn't that what Du Wei is studying?

At the same time, Du Wei also discovered that he did not seem to be a complete Horcrux.

Voldemort accidentally placed the soul fragment into Du Wei's body, but the trouble is that for the creation of a Horcrux, only the soul fragment is a sufficient and unnecessary condition.

The creation of Horcruxes also requires sacrifices.

That is, death.

Even Harry Potter has sacrifices.

The sacrifice was the death of Lily Potter.

But when Dowey Jones turned into a Horcrux, there was no sacrifice.

All of them were killed by Dowey Jones.

Whether this was considered a sacrifice, Dewey Jones didn't know.

After all, his level of Horcrux manufacturing is a means of opportunism.

For truly solid manufacturing methods, you still have to ask Tom. Tom is the expert in this field. Unfortunately, Tom will not have a good conversation with him.

Always a naughty and willful child.

Du Wei thought.

At the residence of Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Duwey met the dead Mr. Fudge.

There are also plenty of hitters.

Fudge looked extremely panicked. He was not killed by Avada Kedavra.

He was beaten to death.

This doesn't sound like Voldemort's method.

In order to imitate Dowey Jones' murderous behavior, Voldemort chose the most clumsy method - he had Cornelius Fudge killed.

That is what Voldemort despised most, "Muggle methods".

Imitation of the poke column.

Du Wei didn't say anything. He took out the flat wine flask, took a sip, and then leaned down to inspect the body.

The Minister of Magic, who resigned after taking the blame, looked full of panic. The fear on his face stopped forever at that moment, and the pain caused his expression to completely collapse.

"How did he die? Are there any traces of the curse on him?"

Du Wei asked.

Bob showed his expertise on the side and explained to Dowey Jones: "Yes, Mr. Scrimgeour, according to the Muggles around, don't worry, I have them under control.

According to the eyewitness testimony of the surrounding Muggles, the person who killed Mr. Connelly should be Dowey Jones.

After he killed someone, he deliberately left the Mark of the Dark Lord behind.

It has been erased by us."

Bob explained that Dowey Jones was noncommittal about this. He stood up, observed the scenes around him, and said again: "Say more, I want to hear the opinions of some professionals."

"Mr. Connelly should have been tortured by some curses before his death. According to our preliminary investigation, it is very likely that it was the Imperius Curse and the Confusion Curse.

But whether there are more spells on him, we need more time to investigate."

Dowey Jones nodded thoughtfully and motioned for Bob to take him to meet the Muggles.

These Muggles looked frightened. They saw a murderer who was "like a beast," one man described. "He roared loudly, pushed the gentleman to the ground, and beat him hard.

, the beating caused blood to splatter on him, and after the beating, he glanced towards me, and I happened to see his face."

This is what my husband said.

"Oh," whispered Dowey Jones, lighting his pipe, "that's a coincidence!

It was just the right time for you to see his face, but he was so careless."