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"The carpet under our feet should be dyed red with the blood of betrayers. The incompetent will eventually kneel at our feet and beg for mercy, whether they are wizards or goblins, whether they are purebloods or Muggles.

When will wizards no longer value blood, and when will hard work be appreciated?

At that time, we will leave, everyone..."

He took out a cup and a wine bottle from under the table, which were the hard currency of the Pig Head Bar. Watching everyone present drink the spirits, Du Wei also put the wine to his lips.

"We will leave. After we leave, pure blood will no longer be noble, and fools will no longer hold the throne."

He accurately called out the names of everyone present and said to them: "For the future of the Ministry of Magic."

"For the future of the Ministry of Magic."

Those people drank the strong wine generously, and Duwei placed a piece of parchment in front of them. This was a magic contract produced by Aberforth under his supervision.

"Sign the contract and prepare for the work. Ladies and gentlemen, the future is in our hands."

"Understood, sir!"

These agents of the Ministry of Magic were full of fighting spirit and left their names on a piece of parchment filled with curses to ensure that they would not leak the secret.

Du Wei stood behind his desk and stared at these excited people.

It has to be said that the historical blood of this secret society is deeply rooted in their blood.

They are accustomed to this.

After they all signed their names, Du Wei raised the cup in his hand again.

"To the Wizarding World."

"To the Wizarding World."

"To the future."

"To the future."

The light and shadow dispersed.

The building is empty.

The entire room seemed to still have the image of just now. Inside the desk, someone made a shocking declaration in front of those in the office. However, after everyone left, Du Wei stood alone.

There.

It's lonely here again.

He took out his notebook and poured liquor on it.

"Drink."

He said softly, sat back in the chair, folded his hands together, and sat quietly on the chair, falling into deep thought.

What he said just now was not only treasonous, not even Voldemort had ever said such outrageous words.

However, he knew that the people who followed him here were extremely excited when they heard these words.

This is what they want.

Du Wei knew clearly that they needed a goal and a slogan.

At least this slogan.

You can ask them all to unite.

At least several people who followed Duwei have been promoted under Mr. Ludo (the Quidditch star, now the Director of the Department of Magical Sports). This is a visible improvement, and they were overthrown in pure-blood families.

After that, it will be visible to the naked eye that more seats will be available in the Ministry of Magic.

This excited everyone.

In an office with only one person.

Du Wei let out a long breath.

The Vanishing Cabinet was grandly placed in the corner of the office of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It was covered with a layer of floral cloth, like a decoration. Voldemort was right to say that the safest place in the world is the ancient one.

The other is Hogwarts.

So Duwei sent people to Hogwarts.

He aimed at Gringotts and planned to take Gringotts back, even though it would cost him blood.

So what?

This is what Du Wei wants.

Death and blood, pain and lamentation, are equally sweet and melodious.

The tenderness ended long ago.

Gentleness, it's best to just stay at Hogwarts.

Blood should be the eternal background of the magic world.

As long as magic is based on talent and cannot be fully deployed, then magic will always be a game for the strong.

After opening the information in front of him, Du Wei began to study Gringotts seriously again.

Gringotts has always had an unclear relationship with the Ministry of Magic. When Minister Fudge wanted to take control of the Ministry of Magic, he was pushed back, not only because of his lack of prestige, but also for more important reasons.

His supporters chose to defect when it mattered.

The pure-blood family chose to retreat. Logically speaking, the pure-blood family hated goblins the most. They were the main force that defeated the coalition of werewolves and goblins back then, but because of this, the goblins became their servants.

Even great wizards like Dumbledore were not able to occupy a treasure house in the deepest part of Gringotts.

"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"

Not to mention the rest of the people.

"corrosion."

"Arrogance."

"madness."

"As arrogant as me."

Du Wei saw the reason of the matter sharply. The biggest problem of Gringotts is that some pure-blood families and old stubborns, they stupidly think that goblins are their own house elves. They will be like when they were first defeated.

Like a loyal dog, he will always be the slave of a pure-blood wizard.

But is this really the case?

"All problems are actually one problem."

Du Wei continued to pour a glass of wine into his notebook and said.

"In the final analysis, all problems are actually human problems."

Du Wei did not drink freely.

That will make his thinking dull.

He crossed his hands, folded them on his chest, and closed his eyes.

He knew exactly what he should do.

In fact, what he should do most now is to attack Gringotts at night and deal with the matter there before the goblins react.

In this way, things over there can be handled in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

But why use the minimum cost?

He wanted the Ministry of Magic to feel the pain.

Unless they are heartbroken, they will not wake up.

Of course, it is more likely that they will not repent even if they are heartbroken.

This kind of thing has happened countless times in history.

Whether it is Muggles or wizards, the laws that everyone has learned from history are that humans will always obey the laws.

…

Ministry of Magic, Department of Legal Enforcement, Office of the Striker.

Walker returned to his workstation exhausted. Speaking of which, the Ministry of Magic is quite tolerant to its employees to a certain extent. For example, they all have their own separate workstations, and there are many things that can be demonstrated at their workstations.

Something personal.

Not only Walker, but also the other batters, they all sat silently in the office.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere was oppressively dull.

After a long while, one of the beaters finally said with a dry throat: "Let me tell you, can we really consider the director's wishes?"

His voice sounded like a night owl.

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, when he suddenly spoke, even he was shocked.

No one responded to him, and no one refuted him.

Everyone was hesitant and didn't know what they were thinking, but after a while, Walker suddenly stood up, put his coat on his arm, and walked towards the director's office.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on his back, which was profound.