The card draw starts in Azkaban

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Dowey Jones didn't say much, trying to impress Mrs. Weiss.

He knew that Mrs. Weasley cared for nothing else.

Get promoted and make a fortune with her?

Stop joking.

But there is one thing that she must care about.

family.

"Dumbledore is not a magical protective gear that will appear around us around the clock. Madam, if he was really that effective, your brother, my companion, would not have died in the hands of Voldemort."

Dowey Jones gently stroked the whiskey glass in his hand and stared at the faces of Arthur Weasley and Mrs. Weasley.

When Mrs. Weasley heard this, she was finally moved.

"I don't allow anyone to touch my child, anyone."

said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, I don't allow anyone to touch the child, anyone. It seems that we have reached an agreement. It's a good start. Mrs. Weiss, what about you? Mr. Arthur?"

Dewey Jones tilted his head and looked at Arthur Weiss.

Arthur Weiss came to look at Dowey Jones and stretched out his hand.

Dowey Jones also stretched out his hand seriously, and the two held their hands together.

He shook his hand.

Everything is left unsaid.

"Do you need us to do anything? Director?"

Arthur Weiss said.

"I need you to do something."

Du Wei stood up with some difficulty, unable to stand firmly on the first step - he wasn't lying, his joints were really painful, and he even felt stiff. Under this feeling, every step he took now

All in pain, after coughing, Dowey Jones said: "At present, it is very necessary. I need Bill Weis, your son, to join my batsmen.

Bob is a good leader, but he is only good because of some of the things he has done...

"Above Heaven"

Okay, don't look at me like that. We are all allies, so it doesn't hurt to tell you.

He participated in some facts that Mr. Voldemort wanted to cover up, so currently, his list is among those targeted for elimination. Mr. Bob is among Mr. Voldemort’s elimination targets.

I want to transfer him to some elderly care department. No matter what, Mr. Bob has done a lifetime of work for the Ministry of Magic.

We cannot let him die in front of us at this time."

Hearing this, Arthur Weiss shook hands with Dewey Jones again.

"Goodbye, sir."

After seeing off the director, Arthur turned around and returned to his usual self in front of his wife.

Exaggerated body language, and even more exaggerated, amazing sentences.

He really didn't expect that the Ministry of Magic would be so humane.

"It's unbelievable," he said, looking at his wife, "that the Ministry of Magic has a human touch, which I never expected.

There must be something wrong, Molly, I feel like this world is very unreal."

Mrs. Weasley didn't know what she should do.

On the one hand, she was worried about her younger sons, Ron and Harry Potter.

On the other hand, she was also afraid that something might happen to her son, Bill.

Maybe Charlie Weis will come too.

With the arrival of Voldemort, no one can escape this disaster.

She knew that Scrimgeour was trying to get her family back, not because he liked entertaining, but because he needed these people.

"What should we do, Arthur?"

Mrs. Weasley was a little at a loss, and Arthur was also at a loss. He couldn't find his direction either.

Someone always has to stand up to Voldemort.

They need a leader.

First it was Albus Dumbledore, now, maybe, Rufus Scrimgeour.

"It's going to be okay."

Arthur didn't know what to say, but he knew that he was the backbone of the family.

Everyone can be confused, but not him.

So he hugged his wife, comforted her back and said, "I'm here, Molly, I'm here.

We just need to do what we have to do.

There will always be smart people who can do the rest for us."

…

English overseas islands.

Voldemort stood outside, and Peter Pettigrew looked at his master in fear, and tremblingly handed him today's newspaper.

In the surrounding cauldrons, unknown potions were boiling, and several of Voldemort's loyal men were lying on the ground.

But what was different from usual was that there were some dark magical creatures around Voldemort.

One of the more special ones is the Dementor.

Dementors can do no harm to a pure evil like Voldemort.

On the ground, Bella, who had lost her bones, was still sleeping. Voldemort looked a little embarrassed, but he was in a good mood.

Voldemort held the newspaper in his hand and glanced at it roughly.

"An unexpected turn of events, Wormtail, isn't it?"

Voldemort's voice seemed to be the hissing sound of a snake, but it was not a snake's old-fashioned voice. His eyes scanned today's news, "Scrimgeour, I remember he is also a pure-blood wizard? I originally thought he could help us.

People from pure-blood families shine more brightly. But now it seems that I was wrong, he actually opened his eyes to those mudbloods."

Voldemort stroked Nagini beside him and said: "It is such a shame that people like him should be fed to Nagini. I never thought that I would hate a pure-blood wizard so much. He is simply pure-blood."

The shame among wizards.

There are also goblins. The issue of goblins also shocked me. I was shocked that there could be such a stupid wizard in this world. Since he likes the so-called justice and evil so much, that's good. I'll tell him to look at the evil one.

How much power is there?

Didn’t he want to protect the secrecy law?”

Voldemort showed a despicable smile and said: "Let all the werewolves go and let the werewolves wreak havoc in Muggle cities. I want to see the entire Muggle world fall into werewolf panic.

Also, those who went looking for giants and trolls should have come back. There are many people in Gringotts who will raise dragons, find those goblins, and find those goblins from the Ministry of Magic.

I think under Mr. Scrimgeour’s words, there will be many pure-blood wizards who want to cooperate with us, right, Wormtail?”

Voldemort said.

He also became interested and wanted to have a good time with them.

But more importantly, he needs some treasures to treasure his soul.

There was only one Horcrux around him, Nagini, which made him very uneasy.

After his Horcrux was discovered by Dumbledore, it was almost destroyed. This was originally the end of him, but what he didn't understand was why Dumbledore still didn't appear in front of him to destroy what was left of him.

Horcrux.

He thought Dumbledore didn't know how many Horcruxes he had left.

Seven is an extremely important number.

Voldemort also knew that if he split his soul again, there would definitely be problems. The problem of the soul was too complicated. He needed some ancient magic to study the magic of the soul.

"We need to capture more people who can study ancient magic. Based on my investigation, Wormtail, can you provide me with some characters?

I need to invite them all over."

Peter Pettigrew lowered his head, not daring to speak at all, and allowed his master to talk to himself.

"hehe."

Voldemort smiled disdainfully and waved to little Malfoy.

"Are you scared, kid?"

Little Malfoy swallowed and did not dare to speak. Voldemort looked at him with some disappointment and said: "You are missing something, let me take a look, what is it?"

Yes, it's self-confidence. Young man, you lack the self-confidence you should have, the self-confidence of a pure-blood family, just like me.

Believe me, the Ministry of Magic will always be stupid, we only need to guard against our dear Headmaster, that's all.

I will bring you some good news, for example, Mr. Scrimgeour's funeral."