The card draw starts in Azkaban

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"I'm your Christmas present, how about a surprise, Draco?"

Duwei sat opposite him and said to him, the pain of elation that was inflicted on Malfoy was not one ten thousandth of the pain in Mr. Malfoy's heart now.

Anger at being betrayed or anger at being played?

Du Wei didn't know, and he didn't need to know.

He struggled to stand up and kill the man in front of him with his wand.

But, no.

The flames of hatred burned in Draco's eyes, and Dowey Jones sat opposite him, speaking slowly.

"Your guess is not wrong at all."

"I was the one who hurt your father."

"I was the one who asked your father to become a werewolf."

"I'm the one who taught you how to kill werewolves."

"Your growth is all due to me."

"Your hatred and your support are all mine."

Dowey Jones exposed these things. Draco's eyes looked crazy as if he wanted to shed blood. He kept struggling in the carriage, but could not stand up.

The effect of being elated was extremely obvious when used on him.

"very good."

Dowey Jones looked at the fluttering Draco Malfoy with satisfaction and said, "It's this look, yes, it's this look. Only anger can bring unexpected power. Malfoy, this is what I use my

Open your face and teach you some things.

A teacher’s heartfelt words.”

He looked at Draco Malfoy and said easily: "Remember your anger today, remember all this, and understand that only if you are alive can you take revenge.

I think Voldemort will definitely need a good Avenger.

Listen to him, understand him, and in anger, know what you want, Draco.

Voldemort only needs people who are useful to him from beginning to end, so Draco, try to be a person who is useful to him. This is my, as your teacher, my last advice to you.

We will meet again.

But not now."

Du Wei finally picked up the wand, put it against his forehead, brought out his memory, and put it in the memory bottle.

"Next time we meet," he said, "I will return this thing to you. I believe that day will not be too far away, Malfoy."

After extracting this memory, Draco Malfoy took a [faint] and fainted.

Wrapping his coat tightly, Du Wei looked at the capped mountains outside and apparated away.

He still has things to do.

He had a premonition that he would be very busy today.

As the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, he needs to preside over a big event today.

Presiding over the session of Mr. Nott's trial.

And, this meeting is just the beginning.

He would regularly search the members of the Ministry of Magic to see if anyone had liaisons with Voldemort. This was not without precedent. Last year, Draco Malfoy's father stuffed the diary that Voldemort had given him to keep.

Miss Ginny Weasley's schoolbag.

If that counts as a schoolbag.

Over the years, Lucius Malfoy has continuously sent magic props involving dark magic in his home to Borgin Bock Magic Shop for sale.

Du Wei didn't mind continuing this tradition of searching.

He didn't cajole Walker.

He was indeed planning to do something ruthless.

Throwing those people from the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, isn't this his ideal when he is released from prison?

He made an appointment with Mr. Arthur Weasley to have afternoon tea at his house.

"Can you allow me, a lonely old man with no family, no children, to come to your house for a cup of tea?"

Earlier, he told Mr. Arthur Weasley that to a certain extent, he was Mr. Arthur Weasley's boss.

Immediate supervisor.

Mr. Arthur Weasley did not expect that Scrimgeour would come to him for afternoon tea and confess that he was at the Burrow.

This is not considered polite behavior.

But fortunately, thinking on the bright side, is this a notice?

Mr. Arthur Weasley certainly agreed.

"Of course, you are welcome, Director."

Mr. Arthur Weasley said that they had finalized the time. Duwei stood in the forest and looked into the distance, looking like a long white snake - the snow fell on the Hogwarts Express, looking at the long white snake.

Leaving his eyes, Dowey Jones finally disappeared completely. He put on Scrimgeour's hat and clothes again and came to the Ministry of Magic.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the trial began.

Dewey Jones arrived at the host's seat on time. He glanced at the trial seat. This time, there were many people from the Ministry of Magic on the trial seat, new faces that he had never seen before.

"First Evolution"

Old wizards, middle-aged wizards with serious faces, and some wizards who look very old.

The same thing is that they carry a lot of medals.

Among them are the Order of Merlin and wizard members of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance. These people are also members of the Wizengamot, but in many cases, they are not notified of attending the Wizengamot trials. After all, Fudge

In Mr. Wang’s words, “They are all busy people.”

At every trial, the personnel are operational.

Every time Fudge recruits people, there are always more people who agree with his ideas.

However, busy people can still communicate.

Especially against the backdrop of Voldemort's resurgence, Du Wei wrote to them in advance and in a sincere tone, invited them to attend this "extraordinary" trial.

Sure enough, they came.

Dumbledore sat in the most prominent position among them.

Because Dumbledore's power was already astonishing, what I'm talking about here is that he exercised his power normally.

Seeing Scrimgeour looking at him, Dumbledore nodded slightly at the wizard.

Dewey Jones also nodded slightly to the principal.

"Thank you, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to the Ministry of Magic and participate in a trial. I think I have told you in advance what a despicable deal this is. Under our noses, No.

Mr. Special, colluded with Voldemort..."

The door opened, and Mad-Eye Moody grabbed Mr. Nott by one hand, like a chicken, and lifted him in.

Duwei's voice continued, "...So, today we are gathered here to personally witness the collapse of a sinful deal, even though Mr. Nott swore that he was not a Death Eater."

Dewey Jones looked at Mr. Nott and said, "But speaking from the very beginning, I was the first person to discover this matter."

He said: "I have enough evidence here to prove that Mr. Nott communicated with Voldemort."