The card draw starts in Azkaban

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Ministry of Magic, a pot of boiling porridge.

There were owls everywhere. When Du Wei came out of the public floo network, he thought he had come to some owl market.

The owls seemed to be free of charge, flying over from all directions, and there were some strange magic among them that Du Wei had never seen before. They flew out of the floo network, turned into a line, and arrived at their destination without any error.

Looking for the owner.

Seeing Scrimgeour, the wizards who were coming and going seemed to be silent for a moment.

They stopped and looked at the iron-blooded new Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Scrimgeour looked at them too.

His face was expressionless and full of dignity.

Seeing Scrimgeour like this, these people immediately turned their faces, and the scene seemed to have returned to normal. However, everyone looked sideways at Scrimgeour, secretly looking at him, and at the newly promoted iron-blooded director.

.

He has already been compared to Mr. Barty Crouch Sr.

You know, Barty Crouch Sr., a fighting hero. If Barty Crouch Jr. hadn't been involved, Barty Crouch Sr. would have been a sure candidate for the Minister of Magic.

Someone called Scrimgeour that, just as Duwei expected.

Du Wei ignored them, but before he took two steps, he saw an acquaintance among the bustling crowd.

Mad-Eye Moody walked over from a distance.

"Hahaha."

He looked very happy, and the voice came first before the people arrived.

"You're finally back, Scrimgeour. The Ministry of Magic has been having a huge quarrel over you recently."

Mad-Eye Moody came over, and Duwei followed him upstairs. Mad-Eye Moody was leading the way and talking. Duwei heard, because of his actions last night - hanging so many people.

Death Eaters, the entire wizarding world was shocked.

Not only the Ministry of Magic, but also some retired wizards have written to inquire about this matter.

Some of the wizards had some sharp criticism of Scrimgeour.

Duwei did not respond to what Mad-Eye Moody said.

As expected.

He followed Mad-Eye Moody to the minister's office. Before he walked in, Duwei heard the noisy noise inside. It was as if someone had stuffed a magic firework inside and caused the firework to explode inside.

Sounds a lot like what the Weasley twins would do.

Du Wei is much calmer now and already knows that he shouldn't throw bombs at random at the crowd.

He has matured and knows that if he really wants to kill them, it is best to cast a bunch of transformation spells inside and hang them all up.

As if sensing Scrimgeour's perception, the notebook in his arms became a little restless.

Scrimgeour's Comfort Notebook.

"Shh!"

He hissed.

Mad Eye Moody's magic eye looked over. Scrimgeour didn't pick up his wand, but he said, "Be polite."

Mad-Eye Moody cursed and stopped at the door of the office.

Duwei glanced at Mad-Eye Moody and said, "Would you like to go in together?"

Mad Eye Moody glanced back at Dowey Jones and said, "No, I still have some things to do. I also need to take people to Diagon Alley to protect the safety there. I wish you good luck."

He blessed Scrimgeour.

"Very well, please be safe."

Du Wei also turned to face him and said.

He opened the door, but the moment he opened it, he noticed that there were many people behind him eating melon and watching a show.

The eyes of these people were fixed behind him, as if they wanted to watch the fun.

Duwei glanced back and, as expected, saw Mr. Arthur Weasley among these people.

This professional fisherman at work was holding a cup of black tea and chatting with the person next to him. If Du Wei saw it correctly, the person next to him was also one of Du Wei's own.

To be precise, Mr. Arthur Weasley was surrounded by Duwei's own people.

Seeing Scrimgeour looking over, Arthur Weasley's expression turned serious for a second.

He turned his head as if nothing had happened, pretending that he was busy.

Du Wei withdrew his gaze.

For some reason, Mr. Arthur Weasley always felt that Scrimgeour looked at him in a strange way.

It's like he has another agenda.

He frowned, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

While I was still watching, Scrimgeour had already walked in.

Dowey Jones closed the door, turned around, and as expected, saw the scene in his imagination here.

Poor Ms. Bernsch sat behind her desk, exhausted.

In front of her were the noisy department heads and the old wizard.

They are verbally attacking Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch was exhausted mentally and physically. She didn't speak. She stretched out her hand to touch her eyebrows and lowered her head, as if she was asleep.

When she heard someone coming in, Ms. Bernsch didn't even have the strength to raise her head.

But when she heard someone talking, Ms. Bernsch finally cheered up.

She raised her head suddenly.

"Rufus."

She spoke, with a lot of surprise in her tone.

"Yes, it's me, Minister."

He is like an old lion patrolling the territory, although someone once described him like this when he was not the director - like a majestic old lion with a slight lame leg, but before, this one

Old lions can sometimes be timid and uneasy.

Because he knows what he is facing.

But now, this old lion is fearless.

Because he knows that he is not afraid of anything.

If you have nothing to fear, you have nothing to fear.

He just stared at the division chiefs in front of him, staring at them, staring into their eyes, without taking a step back.

He just looked at these old wizards and provoked them.

Come closer and say nothing.

The powerful feeling of oppression made these wizards feel suffocated.

The originally noisy office gradually became quiet. Scrimgeour stopped his posture and just looked at them, scanning them one after another.

After the noise here finally stopped, he saw that in this office, there were not only wizards, but also goblins. Several ugly-looking goblins stood between the wizards, looking arrogant.

"Okay, okay, okay, there are some Mr. Goblins."

Du Wei said disdainfully, and he looked at Ms. Bernsch again, "Is it an unlucky time for me to come here? Minister, I heard Alastor say that you are looking for me?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you."

Ms. Bernsch said,

Pierce Sinix, the newly appointed Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, wanted to come over to speak, but Scrimgeour looked back.

Duwei ignored these wizards and goblins and came to Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch hesitated, then picked up the newspaper and said, "Did you do this? Rufus?"

Du Wei glanced at the hanging corpses still floating in the wind, and said matter-of-factly: "Of course I did it, Minister, I hanged these Death Eaters with my own hands.

Because they resisted arrest."