The card draw starts in Azkaban

The stormy conversation made the students around them a little confused. The professors at the school would not talk to them like this. Mr. Diggory wanted to remind the Director several times that this was not the Ministry of Magic, and these people were not under his command.

Auror and striker, but feeling Scrimgeour's momentum, he still kept his mouth shut.

Making a gesture to his son, Duwei Jones waved his hand, "Let's go, kid, have you checked what's going on here? Very good, very good. Take the injured to the school hospital.

Let me see who is suitable to do this.

Oh, it’s you, it’s you, Professor Luping, take these injured children to the school hospital, and the remaining children, go to the auditorium with me. At this time, it is always beneficial for everyone to get together, no need

Worried about searching for people one by one, if someone really comes into Hogwarts..."

"No one comes into Hogwarts."

I don’t know who underestimated it in a low voice. Unfortunately, when Dowey Jones was speaking, no one dared to speak. This caused one thing, that is, this sentence was heard.

Very clear.

The speaker also realized that he had made a mistake and couldn't help but cover his mouth. Fortunately, Dowey Jones didn't care about this.

He wouldn't hang Hogwarts students in the basement either.

He just waved his hand to signal everyone to move out of the way and follow him, and while walking, he was still talking.

Although Dowey Jones was using other people's faces, the contempt and deliberateness that appeared on Rufus Scrimgeour's face still caused the students at Hogwarts to become angry with the same enemy in an instant.

Even Percy felt that the director did something wrong this time because he was slandering Hogwarts.

Because what he said was, "Oh, really?"

Who would have thought that after hearing this, Dowey Jones said disdainfully: "Did you let go of the Dark Lord's mark, or did I?

There’s no way the wand could have released it on its own, right?”

For a moment, no one spoke here. Duwei Jones walked in front of everyone and said loudly: "Okay, children, now is not the time to talk. Send people away, and then go back with me.

The Great Hall, after the people from the Ministry of Magic have checked this place, you can return to your dormitories.

For your safety."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward and walked toward the auditorium alone. After only two steps, he seemed to remember something and came back again.

"Percy Weasley, you are a Weasley child, right? Take me to the Great Hall."

Percy felt iron-like hands clamping on his shoulders, pushing him forward.

The other students looked at each other.

Mr. Diggory had no choice but to cough and said: "Follow us, kid. Just follow the prefect's orders. The four houses are separated. Don't crowd. Be careful of pushing."

Dewey Jones's order was very precise. He took the children back to the auditorium. Dumbledore had not left yet. He was still checking the rest of the magic in the auditorium to see if there was still magic that could harm the children. When he saw someone

Come in, especially with "Rufus Scrimgeour" back, he doesn't look surprised.

The two people's eyes collided in space, and Snape's face was a little ugly, mainly because every time Scrimgeour came over, he would attack him like an angry fire dragon.

More importantly, Snape knew that he sent many people to Azkaban, and he meant it!

After meeting Rufus Scrimgeour, Snape felt uncomfortable all over. He always felt as if this man wanted to send him in too.

As expected, Scrimgeour's eyes looked at him and glanced around.

"Everyone, children, sit down in your seats. If you haven't finished eating, you can continue to eat. Your principal and I have something to say. Also, I haven't eaten either. Is there still dinner? Deng

Principal Bullydo?"

Dowey Jones walked forward and looked up at the ceiling, as if to see if there would be any more flowers on the ceiling.

Dumbledore put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and Dewey Jones stood beside him. There was not much difference in height between the two. Dewey Jones raised his head, and Dumbledore smiled and shouted to the students: "Everyone."

Sit down, kids, it’s okay, maybe we can have another dinner, we just need to clean up the surroundings!”

You really need to clean up the surroundings. The temperature inside the auditorium has become very low now, and there is water and snow everywhere on the ground.

Dumbledore bent down slightly, made a "please" gesture to Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, and smiled. Professor McGonagall gave the offending principal an annoyed look, but Dumbledore didn't care.

Smiling like an old naughty boy, he turned sideways and talked to Flitwick

The professor said something, and Professor Flitwick nodded. He waved his wand lightly as if playing music, cleaning up the traces here. The chairs that had fallen down stood up on their own, and all the water on the ground also jumped.

He stood up, turned into elves, and disappeared here.

After the children all sat down, the plates in front of them were suddenly filled with delicious food. Dumbledore flicked his wand, and after the candles around him were lit, they flew up, illuminating the place as if it were daylight.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Gentlemen, we came all the way and didn't even attend the dinner..."

Before Dewey Jones finished speaking, Dumbledore said loudly: "Then let's start the dinner, children, forget the unpleasantness just now."

A warm atmosphere once again enveloped the school. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an inconspicuous illusion. Dewey Jones stood next to the table. He looked at Snape with evil intentions. Dumbledore had already expected it.

I clicked on the table, and part of the table pulled out from the middle!

It became a little longer, and as he waved the wand again, instead of a chair flying here, a chair appeared here!

He clicked forward again, and a table appeared between the students and professors, just right for people from the Ministry of Magic to sit down.

"Please sit down."

Dumbledore said that these magics created from scratch are always refreshing, and he invited Dowey Jones to sit next to him.

Dowey Jones is still looking at the ceiling.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's magic is indeed very reliable. The stars are swaying on the ceiling, and meteors streak across from time to time. It seems that there won't be any problems for the time being.

The students sat below. They were actually a little absent-minded. They didn't know what the school would become. Today, they met Director Scrimgeour. Simply from Director Scrimgeour's attitude, they could feel it.

, Director Scrimgeour must be coming here with bad intentions!