The card draw starts in Azkaban

"You should know that there are many people who want your head now. It is irrational for you to appear outside the Ministry of Magic at this time. If those who killed you know that you are here, I will not do it for you.

Pick up your wand and fight someone else."

It was snowing heavily, and Dowey Jones sat in the bar, looking at the vague Hogsmeade village, in a daze.

Aberforth took a glass of wine, threw it in front of Dowey Jones and said.

The Hog's Head still had that disgusting smell, and Aberforth sat across from Dowey Jones, and even made a not-so-funny joke with Dowey Jones.

After Dowey Jones did these things, his attitude toward "Scrimgeour" became much better visible to the naked eye.

Aberforth's treatment of him also increased.

Whether the Ministry of Magic is doing something or not, other wizards can tell.

Especially people like Aberforth. Although Aberforth works as a bar owner in Hogsmeade, if anyone looks down on the only younger brother of the greatest white wizard, he will definitely eat it.

Big pain.

After all, he was the one who stood by Grindelwald and his brother back then.

He is also a bad-tempered wizard.

Dowey Jones has been recognized by him, which also means that he may have also been recognized by the Ministry of Magic, a large number of wizards who are interested in fighting Voldemort.

Wizards are afraid of Voldemort, but they are not cowards.

Even cowards are willing to fight against Voldemort.

Courage is the hymn of mankind.

They need a leader.

The first was Dumbledore from the Order of the Phoenix. Later, when Dumbledore died and Hogwarts fell, the teachers had to temporarily endure the dictates of the Death Eaters until Harry Potter returned.

Harry Potter becomes the leader.

Every teacher at Hogwarts, mind you, every one of them, was involved in the hero's fight against Voldemort, including the Carrow brothers and sisters - they were just stupid enough.

Now, "Rufus Scrimgeour" is the leader of the wizarding world, and he wants to ignite a raging fire. More importantly, no one knows better than Duwei that his fire will burn more than just Voldemort.

He will also burn the magical world to ashes.

That's the purpose.

Seeing the firewhiskey in front of him, Dewey Jones shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't ask for this glass of wine."

Aberforth: "Well done, mate."

Dowey Jones finally showed his long-lost smile.

"Thanks."

He held up the cup and gestured to Aberforth.

Aberforth smiled, said wait for me, and went to the basement to find what Scrimgeour needed.

Dowey Jones was left alone, sitting in the "lobby".

Then, the door was opened, and a gust of wind blew in. Outside, a tall old man wearing a cloak walked in from the wind and snow, and closed the door behind his back.

A powerful old man.

Duwey Jones raised his head slightly and saw the person who walked in, the old man with a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Albus Dumbledore first looked at the portrait in the hall, the woman named Ariana. When Ariana saw Albus Dumbledore, she ran out and quickly disappeared.

into the frame.

Dumbledore opened and closed his lips a little, but said nothing.

If Dewey Jones saw it correctly, Dumbledore's eyes dimmed for a moment when he saw Ariana leaving.

"Maybe you shouldn't come here, Dumbledore. You're not even welcome here with a table or a chair."

Dewey Jones said mockingly from the side.

"Maybe."

Dumbledore shook the snow off his body. It could be seen that he did not use magic to avoid the heavy snow in the sky. Hearing "Skrimgeour"'s words, he was not angry. Instead, he adjusted his mentality and said playfully: "No

relation."

He poked his face with his finger and said, "I've always been very thick-skinned."

"very good."

He said so, what else could Dowey Jones say?

He could only ask him to sit down. When the greatest white wizard in the world has an old naughty personality, he really can't do anything to him.

Dumbledore sat opposite him, took out a cup from his body, and poured himself a glass of wine into it.

He seemed to know that his brother would not give him a drink.

Watching him take a sip and his trembling body became slightly warmer, Dewey Jones asked: "Are you here for me, Principal Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said bluntly: "Because your invitation, you know, although I am old, it is of no use. (When he said this, Dewey Jones made a sneer, which seemed to be mocking

This old wizard was so humble that he was hypocritical, but Dumbledore didn't care and continued to talk), so many people here sent me letters with owls to ask for my opinion.

Those little cuties were standing all over my principal's office, and I didn't even have room to sit down. Because of the recent bombshells in the newspapers, there was no room left in the Owlery at Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Fox doesn't care about these owls, otherwise I would be in trouble, and they asked me to come and persuade you."

At this point, Dumbledore's teasing words disappeared.

He became quite serious.

He stopped laughing. Dowey Jones laughed.

"You're such an old fox, aren't you? Your mood changes so naturally. Principal, are you ready to have a serious conversation with me?"

Dumbledore did not laugh. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Dowey Jones's arm and said solemnly: "There is no one else here, so Mr. Scrimgeour, please tell me."

His blue eyes stared at Dowey Jones, as if he wanted to see clearly the soul of Dowey Jones, and he said: "Are you Scrimgeour or Dowey Jones?"

Dewey Jones did not panic. He looked at Dumbledore and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Albus Dumbledore, I heard that you are one of the most powerful Legilimency masters in the world.

"

Dewey Jones stared at Dumbledore's charming eyes and said tit for tat: "Then why don't you use Legilimency to take a look at me? Dumbledore? Why don't you believe in yourself and use Legilimency to take a look at other people's souls?"

Just take a look and you’ll know everything, right?”

"I'm not a Legilimency freak."

Dumbledore responded softly.

"Then what are you doing now? I thought you wouldn't do this, Dumbledore. At least I don't think you would be so stupid as to attack a senior official of the Ministry of Magic here. The principal is not exempt from guilt in the legal sense.

one."

Dewey Jones said: "If you still don't let go, I don't mind throwing another principal into Azkaban. Oh, Dumbledore, do you like Azkaban?"

Dumbledore said, "I will never go to Azkaban."

At this time, Aberforth came up from the basement carrying a lot of things. Seeing this scene, he put down the things in his hands and shouted loudly: "Albus, come to me."

What are you doing at the bar?”