The card draw starts in Azkaban

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Seeing that the person walking in was Scrimgeour, there was some agitation in the Pig's Head Bar.

The wizards began to get nervous.

These masked people from various religions planned to leave.

They took out their wands and were ready to apparate at any time. After all, Scrimgeour from the Ministry of Magic, who had just captured the Goblin Bar, was synonymous with danger to them.

Everyone who can sit down at the Pig's Head Bar and breathe in the strong, mutton-like smell in their noses must have some ulterior motive.

For example, smuggling.

Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, is a frequent visitor to the Hog's Head Bar. He traded a dragon egg here the year before last.

The Pig's Head Bar in Hogsmeade has more than just local wizards. Wizards from Greece, Egypt, Ethiopia, Japan, and all over the world, with accents from all over the world, can be found in the Pig's Head Bar.

But they are outside Hogwarts now, and it is not illegal if this Auror is determined to capture them.

There is always a reason.

So they are nervous.

But what they didn't expect was that Scrimgeour faced them, looked at the eyes staring at him, and said rudely: "Everyone sit down, I'm just here to warn you, don't mess around, don't make trouble.

Catching you is a matter for the strikers, I have no intention of playing with you!

I only capture Death Eaters, are any of you Death Eaters?"

Scrimgeour asked.

No one answered.

A dull voice came from behind the wine cabinet.

"If you're not here to cause trouble, Scrimgeour, find a place to sit down.

What do you want to drink?”

A man walked out from behind the wine cabinet. He didn't look much like Albus Dumbledore - if you didn't look at the eyes.

His eyes are as deep as his brother Albus's.

Like a deep lake.

Everyone in the Dumbledore family is tall, and so is Aberforth. He is the owner of the Pig's Head Bar and one of the reasons why Duwei came here. His beard and hair are all messy, and his face is covered with

With his beard, I can't tell what he looks like.

Because from a certain perspective, he and his brother would still look similar if they had lost their beards.

This is somewhat similar and is a more modest way of saying it.

He is also a powerful wizard.

But at this moment, this powerful wizard was wearing a shabby apron with a dark brown, very suspicious solid on it.

Like dried blood.

"Aberforth."

Du Wei said.

Aberforth heard what he said and motioned for him to sit down.

"Don't stand there, close the door, don't let the cold wind come in!"

Aberforth said impatiently.

Du Wei walked in. The entire Pig Head Bar was a two-story structure with several oak tables on the first floor.

This is a bar.

The second floor is a small hotel used for accommodation, which can also be called a black hotel for accommodation.

It's a pity that these oak tables are so dirty that their original color cannot be seen.

The stains on it can be scraped off with a knife!

The ground is also a little slippery.

Du Wei lowered his head and glanced down, and found that the shape of the ground had long been unclear. It was a more suspicious combination of yellow-brown and black stains.

Like a combination of grease and dust.

Such a scene.

Not to mention the students of Hogwarts, even the villagers of Hogsmeade probably wouldn't walk in here and ask for a glass of wine.

Is the Three Broomsticks bar a bad environment?

Du Wei sat down, and the wizard at the same table as him stood up obediently and moved to another table.

They are all afraid of Scrimgeour.

Du Wei didn't say anything. He tapped the table with his fingers and glanced at the people around him.

After hearing the conversation between Scrimgeour and the bar owner, the masked wizards relaxed a little.

Although they are still a little nervous, it seems that they are not planning to escape now.

Du Wei also glanced at these people. What he didn't expect was that he saw an acquaintance here, not far from him. Well, this was a man who was trying hard to curl up his body and call himself

An inconspicuous looking person.

He may also want to leave, but if he leaves, he will have to pass in front of Scrimgeour, so he hesitates.

Unfortunately, the space here is too cramped, so a hybrid giant is always conspicuous here.

Hagrid sat in the corner, looking a little uneasy.

His furry face was exposed, and Hagrid was the only one inside who didn't cover his face.

Because of his size, covering his face was useless.

"Rubber Hagrid."

Du Wei greeted him warmly, and Hagrid turned his head and showed an awkward smile.

"Mr. Scrimgeour."

Poor Hagrid, he was allergic to Aurors. In his second year, he was surrounded by several, cast various spells on him, and sent to Azkaban.

Of course, even though he was captured, the Aurors who besieged him didn't get much benefit. They were injured by the curse that bounced off them.

It's so difficult to deal with a hybrid giant.

You can imagine the scene of heavy casualties for these Aurors when dealing with a pure-blood giant!

As for the person involved, Hagrid, he was sent to Azkaban and traveled for a few days. From then on, he started to tremble in his calves when he saw Aurors.

As for Azkaban, my expression changed even more when I heard about it.

"Please come here."

Dowey Jones waved to Hagrid and said, Hagrid was trembling, but still walked in.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Hagrid."

Du Wei said.

Hagrid also struggled to smile, not knowing what to say.

Aberforth also came over at this time.

"What do you want?"

He asked, bringing up a shadow.

"Two glasses of fire whiskey. I heard that this is your signature here," Duwei said, "but I heard that you also have butter beer here. Will any of the people who come here come to drink butter beer?"

Aberforth looked at Scrimgeour.

"You've never been here before."

"So I wanted to come and see you today. Now, Aberforth, open the door for business."

Du Wei looked at him and said, "So you do theirs and not mine? Be happy, I am still a customer."

"Hold on."

Aberforth said, and he continued to explain straightforwardly: "I would rather not have customers like you. Customers like you will always bring me some trouble that I don't need."

He turned and walked towards the counter, while Du Wei looked at a portrait on the wall of the bar. The girl on the portrait seemed to feel Du Wei's gaze and looked towards Du Wei, making sure that Du Wei was looking at him.

After that, the girl hid shyly.

Du Wei smiled kindly at the woman on the portrait.

Du Wei knew that the girl in this portrait was one of the reasons why Albus Dumbledore and his brother Aberforth Dumbledore had a falling out.

"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"

The girl in this photo is their sister, Albus Dumbledore's inner demon, Ariana Dumbledore.

There are two reasons why the Dumbledore brothers completely fell out. Ariana is one of the reasons, and Grindelwald is the second reason.

Hagrid was very nervous next to Scrimgeour, not knowing what to say. At this time, Aberforth came over with two glasses of firewhiskey.

Duwei's eyes were focused on the two glasses of fire whiskey.

Originally, Du Wei thought that the so-called Fire Whiskey was either describing the wine as very hot and of high purity.

Either this glass of wine is burning like a raging flame.

But after he saw the Firewhiskey with his own eyes, Duwei felt that he still underestimated the creativity of these wizards.

A cup of burning lava with a flaming sheep jumping around on it.

This is one of Aberforth's specialties, Firewhiskey.

He placed two glasses of wine on the table.

"Tell me why you are here, Scrimgeour. We have no friendship, and you don't seem like someone who would come here to spend money."

Aberforth sat down by the way and said, he looked very cold and stubborn, he sat in front of Scrimgeour, he was also taller than Scrimgeour, he put his hands on the table as if to

Listen to what this head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic plans to do here.

"A great man like you," continued Aberforth, "would not come here."

"Don't hate me so much." Dowey Jones looked at this thing and reached out to touch it. Although it looked like magma, fortunately, it was not too hot.

He raised the cup and signaled it to Aberforth. He took a sip and felt an explosion of sensory stimulation!

Du Wei felt that he had swallowed a mouthful of fire, but this flame, yes, this flame, did not hurt his esophagus at all.

It's just a sensory stimulation!

"I think I might need some fellas."

Du Wei took a sip of whiskey, and flames were coming out of his ears. Along with his beard, there were also flames curling up in his nose!

Hagrid was stunned.

It wasn't because of the fire - he also drank Firewhiskey. What he didn't expect was the words of Dewey Jones.

He even forgot about his twitching, and looked down at Scrimgeour. Aberforth didn't even think about it, but he repeated Scrimgeour's words.

"You need some guys?"

"Yes, I need some help, according to the order of the Minister of Magic, to be precise, Minister Millicent Barnold, you should know who she is, a powerful witch, she is in Voldemort, oh, sea

Grid, don't be afraid when you hear this name. She served as Minister of Magic when Voldemort was at his most rampant, and was also Fudge's previous Minister.

I carefully studied her ministerial orders, to be precise, they were emergency wartime orders.

I discovered that at that time, she not only liberated some of the powers of Aurors and Strikers, but more importantly...

She also allowed the Aurors to expand their teams independently, and gave those in the team temporary Auror powers."

Dowey Jones said: "So I need some guys, Aberforth, I asked about you, I know you have a lot of contacts, do you understand me?

I need you to help me."