The card draw starts in Azkaban

A few days before Harry left for the Forbidden Forest, Professor Lupine returned.

He came back quietly, and no one knew exactly when he came back. After he came back, he locked himself in the bedroom, closed the curtains, and saw no one.

Only Snape would bring food to their door and urge him to drink the potion.

Similarly, there is also Dumbledore who is invisible to anyone.

After chatting with Harry all afternoon, he made a new discovery. After going out for a trip, he locked himself in the office and casually told the stone carving at the door of the office not to go to him unless there was something important.

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What's the big deal?

"Dementors attack Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said.

The stone carvings at the door of the principal's office are very dedicated.

It firmly remembered Dumbledore's words, selfless and unselfish.

No matter who comes, it says so.

"Principal Dumbledore is not seeing anyone. If you have any questions, you can ask Ms. Minerva McGonagall. She is the vice-principal and will take care of these matters. She is solely responsible for all daily operations of Hogwarts."

The essence of human beings is repeaters, and the same goes for stone sculptures.

It is always like this, rereading slowly and slowly, with a very gentle look, which makes people want to blast this stubborn stone beast with a spell.

At the same time, green light flashed out from inside the striker's tent stationed outside Hogwarts.

Du Wei looked a little dusty. He was wearing a khaki hat, a khaki windbreaker, and held a magic wand in his hand.

When he lowered his head and walked into the tent, he even politely took off his hat, put it against his chest, and bent down slightly.

"Voldemort asked me to say hello to you!"

At that moment, Walker felt that his blood ran cold, not because this man said the name of the mysterious man, but because he saw Dowey Jones here!

This was something they had never thought about. They had never thought that this person would appear outside Hogwarts at this time.

Isn't he afraid that Dumbledore will come out?

"Everything is petrified."

Seeing Duwei, Walker almost screamed and pulled out his wand, trying to cast a spell on him. The other strikers were no better, they screamed and pulled out their wands, fear seized their hearts, and screamed

They have trouble breathing.

They acted very quickly, but Du Wei was faster than them.

He lowered his head and spoke, but his wand was waving.

He doesn't need to shout a spell to cast Expelliarmus.

In an instant, with Du Wei's wave, these attackers felt that the wand in their hands was like a poisonous snake, biting them and forcing them to let go.

The wands flew over, and all six wands landed on Du Wei's hand.

Duwei grabbed the wand and put the hat on his head.

He raised his head, revealing a smiling face, a terrifying smile.

His teeth were exposed, and the muscles were pulling, raising the corners of his mouth, like a smiling puppet, or like a withered mummy. The skin shrank and the face wrinkled, revealing a similar

smile.

He smiled, but tears flowed down.

Choking and intermittently, Du Wei cried and said: "Now, please let me give you a sweet death with the elegance of Voldemort."

Looking at the striker who had lost his wand, Du Wei showed a sweet smile.

The suppressed emotions in the past exploded at this moment!

He pointed his wand at a batter, looked at the batter's desperate face, and shouted the frightening curse.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A desperate green flash appeared and struck a lucky striker.

The batter looked at Du Wei blankly and fell down with a "pop".

"No!"

The people present roared in despair. Some people took out communication magic devices, and some people knelt on the ground in despair. Walker rushed towards Duwei with his bare hands.

This tent was enchanted and looked like a one-person tent from the outside. In fact, the tent was half the size of a football field inside.

The beaters usually stay here and never go out.

Hogwarts does not welcome these people. Since they have stationed the dementors on the way in and out of Hogwarts, no one will come out of Hogwarts unless necessary.

The dementors were wandering outside Hogwarts at the moment. They were very dissatisfied. They had not eaten for a long time and they were very irritable.

But there was still no smell of joy coming from inside this tent.

There is only fear here.

The dementors didn't come near here.

Du Wei watched these desperate attacks on the goalkeeper and burst into deafening laughter.

He laughed wildly and waved his wand, knocking these thugs to the ground easily. Looking at their despair, he told them to flee, but when they were about to escape from the tent, he gave them an Avada Kedavra.

He gave everyone hope, but at the last moment he extinguished their hope and plunged them back into despair.

"You're not going to end well."

Walker stepped back again and again. He looked at the madman approaching him, and there was a chill from the beginning to the end. He looked at the madman throwing the wand in front of his eyes, looked at him crying and laughing, and looked at him laughing so hard that his waist became rickets.

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"so what?"

said the madman.

Walker watched the madman pull up his sleeves and prepare for a hand-to-hand fight. Seeing that his teeth were still bloody - he had just bitten off a colleague's ear. Walker gritted his teeth, knowing that this was an opportunity.

This is his last chance.

Get the magic wand.

As long as he gets the magic wand, he can subdue this lawless madman. As long as he gets the magic wand, he can reverse the outcome. As long as he gets the magic wand, he can kill this madman and survive.

There is no other way to go!

Walker cheered himself up. He was roaring in his heart. Looking at Du Wei who was still laughing wildly, he rushed over and threw himself on the ground like a dog eating shit!

He succeeded.

His fingers touched the wand.

He caught the wand.

There was joy on his face.

He raised his wand.

He saw Du Wei.

There was confusion in his eyes.

Because Du Wei pointed his finger at him.

Duwei was faster than Walker. He seemed to have known all this and was waiting for him here.

"Fainted."

Duwei said to Walker who was holding the wand.

Walker desperately discovered that the man in front of him was like the devil in the records, best at deceiving people. He gave him a glimmer of hope, but when he thought he was going to win, all hope was taken away.

He can't win, not from the beginning!

"No!"

He shouted out the most heartbreaking word he had ever heard, and he felt blood pouring out of his hoarse throat.

The ups and downs of his mood made him numb.

After roaring, he didn't even feel angry about being played with.

Just like that.

He lay on the ground and passed out.

This may be a relief.

He thought to himself that he was tired and wanted to die.

The curse hit him and Walker fainted.

It's a pity that Du Wei doesn't know how to kill, and killing is not the most powerful form of torture. He wanted to die countless times in Azkaban.

"It would be better if I died."

"When you die, you will be at peace."

"If you die, you won't have to suffer."

"How wonderful it is to die, once and for all."

He told himself countless times that many times, he was almost successful.

But he didn't die. If he didn't die, he would make others feel the torture he had suffered.

There is nothing right or wrong.

I just want revenge.

Du Wei said to himself.

After a battle, no enemy can still stand up here.

Du Wei then started to calm down.

He wiped away his tears with his thumb and squatted down.

He struggled to pull off their clothes, revealing the broad backs of these people.

In this battle, no one died.

Avada Kedavra is still level one and can't kill anyone, they just faint.

Du Wei struggled to take out a utility knife from his pocket. He pushed out the blade and "tattooed" the backs of each fainted batter.

Blood remains. Words are revealed.

He can't use magic to do these things, so he can only engrave through the most primitive means.

"Darkness is about to return, and everything will eventually wither.

My Lord Voldemort will visit the traitors and enemies one by one."

This section is not too short.

Du Wei carefully engraved this sentence on everyone's back.

Drenched with blood.

And what such blood brings is real fear, the fear from the Dark Lord.

Du Wei looked serious.

Only Walker, he was the luckiest one, wiped away the blood, and Du Wei carefully carved another sentence on his back.

[Gift to the Ministry of Magic - Dowey Jones]

"Baby," after finishing the engraving, he said affectionately to Walker, who woke up several times but was knocked unconscious by his magic: "You will always be the most special one."

After shaking off the blood, Du Wei put the utility knife inside his clothes. He broke all the wands he collected and threw them on the ground. Looking at the mess, he suddenly lost control of his emotions again.

He rushed over, punched and kicked the thugs on the ground, and roared crazily, even worse than before.

A few minutes later, Du Wei, who was still shouting crazily, grabbed his suitcase left outside the tent, apparated and left.

"I will come back, remember, I will come back! No matter where you escape to, I will find you, I will definitely find you!"

When he faced the tent, he disappeared in an instant.

There was only the tent, still silent.

There was dead silence.

Like a cemetery.