The card draw starts in Azkaban

The Minister replaced the Director, personally presided over the new Wizengamot Trial Conference, and visited the wounded. He announced that Director Scrimgeour was seriously injured and went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic to rest.

Actually...

Six hours before Dowe Jones "left."

"I'll go with you."

St Mungo's Hospital.

When Aberforth heard the news, he glanced at his brother, gritted his teeth, and said to "Scrimgeour".

"You can't go to Nurmengard alone. You don't know the situation of those Ministry of Magic officials, and you are not familiar with Nurmengard."

Aberforth made a suggestion.

Albus Dumbledore was silent.

Aberforth's suggestion, Dowey Jones agreed.

"Okay, if that's the case, you have to listen to me first.

This is a matter for the Ministry of Magic. Since there was no negotiation, we actually used some personal connections to take Grindelwald away in advance. We didn’t know whether this would succeed, so we could only reduce the losses.

It's our Ministry of Magic's business, and it's also what I, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, should do - even though it doesn't seem very reasonable and legal, no matter what Voldemort wants to do, we have to stop him.

doubt.

Ms. Bernsch, and I, as well as some wizards from the Ministry of Magic who support us, have good relations with members of the Ministry of Magic in several places in Romania. They pointed out a clear way for us... The MACUSA's response to Grindelwald

The guarding depends entirely on Grindelwald's consciousness.

In other words, outside Nurmengard, those Ministry of Magic officials are just acting as a facade.

I even heard that among the wizards outside Nurmengard, there are admirers of Grindelwald.

It’s a terrible mess.”

Dowey Jones said, Albus Dumbledore still said nothing.

He is responsible for dealing with the surrounding Ministry of Magic agents to ensure that they do not turn into werewolf bite healers.

Just when they were talking.

In the darkness of Nurmengard.

Grindelwald saw this scene with an expressionless face.

In front of him was a lake-like mirror.

In the mirror, he can see everything here.

Everything about him.

He could even see Voldemort coming.

The entire Nurmengard Prison and the castle where Grindelwald lived back then are not the same type of building.

The Magical Congress and the Ministry of Magic of other countries have exerted a lot of magic on it.

They renovated this place.

Grindelwald, the famous Dark Lord in Europe, voluntarily was imprisoned.

Where Nurmengard is located, there is a serious lack of light.

Extremely cold.

When Nurmengard Castle was transformed into Nurmengard Prison, living comfort was naturally not considered. This used to be Grindelwald's bedroom, but now it has become Grindelwald's longest rest time. He can't read.

, and won’t do anything else.

He meditated inside.

The whole castle was so cold that it seemed like it would turn into ice as soon as you took a breath.

Hit it hard from the side of your mouth.

Grindelwald remained motionless, leaning against the cold and biting wall. Regarding Voldemort's arrival, he did not intend to tell the members of the Ministry of Magic stationed outside, nor did he intend to deal with it.

It would be nice to die like this.

More importantly, he couldn't even think of fighting against Voldemort.

Compared to resistance.

He felt that death was more meaningful.

…

It was half an hour before Aberforth and "Skrimgeour" left.

An uninvited guest came to Malfoy Manor, and he hid himself in the shadows, quietly.

Malfoy Manor was not well prepared.

Mrs. Malfoy had already prepared for the Ministry of Magic to come and clean things up, but no one thought that they would not "take care" of this place at all.

There are no Death Eaters stationed in the entire Malfoy Manor.

After confirming that there was no problem, the young master of the Malfoy family also returned to the manor.

He was silent, and Mrs. Malfoy thought he was frightened and worried. She desperately wanted her son to speak, but little Malfoy was deaf to external stimulation.

He has his own ideas.

He had his own thoughts. In the past few days with the Dark Lord, he faced his fear for the first time.

A moody, cruel, cold-blooded, and somewhat emotionally out of control Dark Lord.

Little Malfoy saw the furious Voldemort with his own eyes. After seeing the God of Death, Voldemort lost control of his emotions.

Under such stimulation.

He always felt vaguely and vaguely, as if he remembered something.

"There is no use crying and crying. The beast will not let you go just because of your crying."

Someone said this in his ear.

Calmness is a virtue.

When he was sleeping, he could always dream that he was learning spells in the school classroom. In front of him, sometimes it was Lupin, sometimes it was Snape, and sometimes it was Dumbledore.

He is calm and he feels a sense of security.

This was what Dumbledore left for him when he confessed the matter and left Hogwarts.

Dumbledore would not ask others to take risks unless it was inevitable.

He used to be a professor and now he is the principal.

Malfoy's sacrifice has no meaning.

Sacrifice without any meaning is murder.

The principal won't murder anyone.

Little Malfoy sat in the darkness without saying a word. Mrs. Malfoy stood outside, looking at her son worriedly. Her expression was very complicated. Lucius Malfoy went to the werewolf tribe, and the entire family almost

After being sidelined by the Dark Lord, her son also appeared "drifty" when he returned, which made her very worried.

She stood outside and someone came to comfort her, but she wasn't very good at comforting people.

"Don't be nervous, Narcissa, the master will not do anything to him. Draco is the patriarch of the Malfoy family and the future of the pure-blood family. The master just brought him with him. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Malfoy.

It’s a great opportunity, and some people can’t get it even if they want it!”

Narcissa's sister Bella said on the side.

She said this sincerely.

But she forgot one thing, not everyone puts Voldemort first like her.

Narcissa was completely bored with her sister.

But she didn't say anything serious, and Malfoy still didn't speak. She had no choice but to return to the bedroom, and then she saw someone quietly appearing beside her.

As soon as she raised her wand, it fell into the hand of the person who came.

"Narcissa Malfoy," the person's voice rang, "you don't have to be so malicious towards me, I came here at your invitation."

The cloaked man did not take off his disguise. He took out the information at hand and said: "Look at this. You should be familiar with it. This is the memory you gave me. Inside is the agreement we both abide by - I will help you."

Save your son and help me deal with the Dark Lord.

You should be familiar with this, and speculators should be familiar with this.

Hedging your bets, isn't it, Narcissa, look at this, I need you to help me and your son, no matter what the situation is."

Dowey Jones poured out his body and said in Narcissa's ear: "We can only defeat the Dark Lord by helping each other, right?

At least we still have a bottom line, oh, bottom line, what a beautiful word, at least we know that we won't attack your son.

Voldemort is different.

For Voldemort, once a slave, always a slave."