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It's more than that.

The excitement tonight is not just the scene in front of you.

Duwei found out the reason why these Death Eaters came to London from the brain of the last living person.

Related to fairies.

If Voldemort wanted to form an army, he would need armor and weapons.

Pure-blood families can produce some of these armors and weapons.

For example, Bella, in Bella's treasure house, there are a lot of full-body armors, and a large part of these armors come from the handiwork of the goblin master.

But there are still relatively few purebloods like Bella.

The remaining gaps require goblins to come out.

The goblins have no choice.

Either move closer to the Dark Lord and become his servant, or be uprooted by the Dark Lord.

They have no neutral qualifications.

Dewey Jones wouldn't call them neutral either.

Duwei once again transformed into Scrimgeour, standing on the long street.

The snow is getting heavier, but it should stop by tomorrow morning.

Not so with the wind.

Beside him, a large number of ribbons strangled the necks of the Death Eaters and hung them up on the street lamps.

The wind blew the corpses, and they swayed in an irregular manner.

It looks a little scary and scary.

Du Wei turned his back to the corpses and smoked a menthol pipe.

The style of pirates is to hang betrayers and enemies on the mast.

Until it becomes a skeleton!

The same was true when the English Navy faced pirates during the Queen's period!

The Vikings had similar traditions.

They prefer blood ship duels.

Duwei stood in the wind and snow, sipping the fire whiskey he took from the Pig's Head Bar and smoking his pipe. From time to time, flames came out of his body.

Beside him, several goblins were kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"You can't do this, Scrimgeour, it's against the law.

You can't do this. We are related to Ms. Burnsch, we are related to the Flint family, and we are related to most of the wizarding world. Please, please let us go!

We will not help the Dark Lord."

These goblins begged and begged.

"That person forced us to do it."

Duwei Jones didn't say anything, and layers of dense ribbons appeared from behind these goblins, tying them up tightly.

The ribbons bound them like mummies, leaving only a nose.

After doing all this, Du Wei was quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

The goblins became chairs, and Dowey Jones sat on them.

Now on this street, there are only Dowey Jones, the Goblin Chair, and these hanging Death Eaters.

He began his not-so-long wait.

But before that, Du Wei seemed to have thought of something. He knocked open a shop that was almost scared to death. After all, whether there were flames or screams outside, they clearly entered the ears of these Muggles.

Even if they want to pretend that they can't hear or see, it's a little difficult.

After a while, Du Wei saw the person coming.

The one he is waiting for.

Rita Skeeter in tortoiseshell frames.

Wearing heavy clothes, she looked like a ball, and came to the street in the cold wind, which was her second favorite.

Not long ago, her friends in the Ministry of Magic told her that there was big news here today.

After hearing the big news, Ms. Rita Skeeter, who was sleeping, stood up from the bed energetically like a gnome who had been thrown out of the garden. She quickly put on a simple make-up and walked towards her in a hurry.

Came over to the scene.

First-hand big news, here I come!

But after arriving at the scene, the scene was slightly different from the scene Rita imagined.

There is only one person. Judging from his costume, he looks like Scrimgeour.

There was no moon in the sky, and the surrounding street lights were bright, but most of the light was blocked by the bodies hanging below.

Rita Skeeter swallowed as she looked at the corpse in the snow and the tightly tied goblin.

She tried her best to put on a false smile.

"Director Scrimgeour."

She greeted Scrimgeour from a distance and said with some guilt, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No," Dowey Jones raised his head, stared at her and said, "You came at the right time."

He handed a box of chocolates to Rita Skeeter and said, "Merry Christmas."

Even though Christmas was still several days away, Rita Skeeter didn't like this box of Muggle chocolates as a gift. After weighing the pros and cons, she still came over and took the chocolates.

"How can this be so embarrassing?"

She was terrified. As an excellent reporter, sensing danger is a necessary skill no matter what the situation.

Rita felt extremely dangerous now, and she had goosebumps all over her body.

Even though she didn't want to believe that Scrimgeour would kill him here.

But what if?

Thinking of what might happen, she felt terrified and wanted to run away now.

Unfortunately, the conditions are not mature yet.

Scrimgeour held the wand in his hand. If he did, Rita Skeeter didn't think she could outrun an Auror.

She regretted coming here without verifying the news as soon as she heard it.

"You seem nervous, Ms. Rita Skeeter. That's not your style. You're always bold, Rita."

Scrimgeour hid himself in the snow and wind, with half of his face in shadow, and said in a conspiratorial tone.

Rita Skeeter swallowed again.

"No, I'm not nervous at all. Director, you are too worried."

As Rita spoke, she held onto the wand in her hand. All the muscles in her body were horribly stiff.

She was a bit arrogant.

Scrimgeour ignored her and said to himself: "Oh? You're not nervous, are you?

Okay, Rita, then why are you still here?

Look, you have such explosive news right in front of you, aren’t you going to report it?

Where is your camera?

Where is your quill?

Where is your passion?

When Bob comes later, he will definitely stop your interview. By then, you may have lost an opportunity to become famous.

Do you want to give up this opportunity?"

Scrimgeour looked at Rita Skeeter with searching eyes, and Rita gave a stiff smile.

"The director is joking."

Rita said dryly.

"I'm not kidding you, Rita Skeeter!

Well, seeing as your mood is so dull, let me tell you a story, Ms. Rita Skeeter. The beginning of this story starts with a magic spell.

Amador, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

Duwei easily recited the spell used during Animagus training, stared at Rita Skeeter maliciously and said: "Listen to this familiar spell, Rita Skeeter, are you,

What did you remember?"