The card draw starts in Azkaban

"If we cannot be the last line of defense for the wizarding world, then who do you expect to protect the world in our place?

Those kids at Hogwarts?"

Du Wei's voice was still in their ears, and everyone knew that this time, they had no choice.

"Do something, everyone, protect yourselves, and if anyone is alive, bring them back.

I hope I can see you all again in the next day and you can see me.

If, I mean if I die in the next action, you don't need to worry about my body, if nothing can be done, you can retreat."

After saying these words, Du Wei looked at the Aurors behind him and bowed lightly.

It seems like this is the farewell to the final battle.

Although doing so may destroy morale.

But so what?

In the English wizarding world, who doesn’t know Voldemort’s famous name, and who doesn’t know what the consequences will be if you become his enemy?

These Aurors knew very well what they were going to face, especially after seeing how Voldemort dealt with the "retired" former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. They all knew that they were no better than Cornelius Fudge.

A person with a more noble status will not have a more pure blood than him.

Even Cornelius Fudge suffered a murderous attack.

After Voldemort came to power, they didn't believe they could survive.

Mr. Scrimgeour is right.

They are doing something they have no choice about.

…

There are a large number of Weasleys working in the Ministry of Magic. Weasleys all have distinctive looks and they are easy to identify.

On the one hand, these people contacted the officials of the Ministry of Magic and arrested those colleagues who usually complained. On the other hand, they closed the transportation network here and opened the defense mechanisms.

These fiery red Weasleys with flame-like hair and freckled faces are active in various places.

Among these Weasleys, a tall wizard stood out particularly conspicuously.

When Bernsch and his batters came here, they were extremely tired.

A double image appeared in front of Bernsch's eyes.

"This is it. Put her here. She needs a spacious place and some magical potions."

The wizard said in a booming voice.

Next to him, Bob - he was deliberately kept at the Ministry of Magic to prevent this veteran Ministry of Magic operator who knew too much from being hit by an [Avada Kedavra] and dying when he went out on a mission.

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A pair of hands stretched out, and Ms. Bernsch subconsciously grabbed the arms. She opened her eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes right in front of her.

"Dumbledore."

Seeing the familiar eyes in front of her, Ms. Bernsch subconsciously said his name, but soon she knew that she had guessed wrong. The old wizard in front of her was even burlier than Dumbledore. If Dumbledore was

Bumbledore is a restrained wisdom, so this "Dumbledore" is a hot spring volcano that has not yet exploded.

Perhaps this was because of the eyes that were the same as Dumbledore's, which made Ms. Bernsch have a much higher opinion of the person in front of her. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Ms. Bernsch would have said something to this smelly wizard.

Come up with your own review: "A rude gentleman."

How could there be such a similar pair of eyes in this world?

Ms. Bernsch looked at his wand.

Sure enough, he is not Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's wand wouldn't be like that.

It was such simple reasoning and thinking that made her feel dizzy as if a magic wand was stirring in her mind, just like she was using magic to sift cocoa and blend it into milk.

Ms. Bernsch subconsciously wanted to vomit, she wanted to cover her mouth, and the blood vessels near her temples began to "bulge."

Aberforth Dumbledore rudely took out a bottle of potion.

"Drink it and you will feel much better, but don't think about it, just drink it in one gulp."

Aberforth Dumbledore said.

"Thanks."

Ms. Bernsch did not do this rashly. She looked at the tall wizard and asked: "But I haven't asked yet, who are you?"

"who I am?"

Aberforth said: "I am a friend of Rufus. What you see now, they are all friends of Rufus. They were called here urgently by him. He even moved towards Hogwarts and some

The reclusive old wizard sent a distress signal, but we all know that they will not come.

Even Dumbledore..."

Halfway through the words, the green fire in the hall flashed, and Dumbledore walked out. The Department of Transportation officer who was blocking the place opened his eyes wide. He couldn't believe it, because he had just blocked the floo network here.

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Dumbledore came out and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Karma, if I must see it, these spells may not be able to block me.

You did well, as well as you did in school, and I remember you, Hufflepuff."

Having said this, Dumbledore quickly walked over and met Aberforth Dumbledore. Aberforth Dumbledore ignored his brother and turned around and left. Dumbledore was used to this.

His eyes were slightly lowered, without contact with his brother, and then he came to Ms. Bernsch's side.

"How's it going, Amelia?"

Dumbledore asked, his tone was quite kind, with a power that could soothe everything. Ms. Burnsch also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Dumbledore coming over. Dumbledore saw the potion in Ms. Burnsch's hand and said

: "Drink it, this potion is quite effective."

"Thanks."

Ms. Bernsch drank these potions, relieved the severe pain and said: "We have been attacked by the Dark Lord."

This time, Dumbledore did not correct Ms. Burnsch's reminder. It was time for the Dark Lord to be the Dark Lord. Ms. Burnsch had not lost her determination to confront Voldemort head-on, so it didn't matter what he called it.

He also wanted to call Voldemort Tom.

It's a pity that Voldemort didn't allow himself to call him that.

Somewhat disappointing.

Dumbledore listened intently and heard what happened, then nodded and said: "Yes, it sounds like something Voldemort would do. He always makes things very drastic, but when it comes to actually executing some decisions,

time to hesitate...

His old problem is gone."

Dumbledore looked at the Ministry of Magic officials who were left behind and said: "Who are these people?"

Ms. Burnsch said: "Just in case, Dumbledore, there are people among us who are Voldemort's people. They know my whereabouts well and have cut off the escape route.

If there was no one to help me, I wouldn't be in such a panic."

Dumbledore nodded and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Holding back the severe pain, Ms. Bernsch said: "Wait until Rufus comes back."

(End of chapter)