The card draw starts in Azkaban

Downing Street.

Both Kingsley and the Prime Minister looked at the rising symbol of the Dark Lord and the giant snake spreading across the sky.

"What is that?"

the Prime Minister asked.

Kingsley didn't answer him. He signaled the Prime Minister to stay here safely and walked out.

Before leaving, he took a look at the portrait.

The person in the portrait has left, and I don’t know where he went to report the news.

In the office of each generation of Prime Minister, there is a portrait of the Minister of Magic. His name is Ulric Gump. He is the first Minister of Magic and is also the bridge between Fudge and the Prime Minister.

Muggles are not unaware of the existence of wizards.

The upper echelons of Muggles have always had connections with wizards.

Starting from the age of kings in the English Empire, the existence of wizards was no longer a secret to the upper class. The wizards' secrecy laws were fundamentally about wizards protecting themselves.

All the Ministry of Magic has to do is keep wizards from being discovered by Muggles.

In the medieval era, wizards were no longer opponents of Muggles - although many pure-blood families and radical wizards refused to admit this, this was a fact. The decline in the overall level of wizards was an indisputable fact.

Now, it looks like the Law of Wizarding Secrecy is about to be broken.

"Merlin, I hope Fudge can handle this matter."

Kingsley looked at the symbol of Voldemort in the sky and knew that London was in big trouble. He gently tapped his wand and arranged all the protection around it.

Before the Ministry of Magic Aurors came to join him in protecting the Prime Minister.

He's not going anywhere.

He won't call anyone over either.

He likes fishing, but he is not a fool.

As for the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic may not be able to send extra personnel to protect the Prime Minister.

The Ministry of Magic has seven chief departments. At this moment, the seven directors of magic, plus Fudge, are all looking at the Dark Lord's mark in the sky, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic are unable to care about the work at hand.

Many people came out of the underground of the Ministry of Magic and stood on the street, watching this scene in a daze.

Pureblood wizard.

Half-blood wizard.

Muggle-born wizard.

Emilia, Old Barty, Fudge, and even some members of the Wizengamot were standing on the street, stunned.

They were like Muggles, staring blankly at the mark in the distance.

"Oh my God."

Someone said with a trembling voice, the voice was very loud, but no one paid attention to it.

Because they are all equally uneasy.

Some of them trembled all over because of fear and fear.

They recalled the scary time in the past.

It was only then that they remembered that the time when Voldemort had ruled the entire magical world had actually not been that long.

His cruelty and cruelty did not last long.

Old Barty clenched and put down his fists uneasily. The secret in his heart seemed to be evoked by the Dark Lord's Mark in front of him, and his whole body became cold. He didn't want to think about why the Dark Lord's Mark appeared in London now.

He wanted to go home right now and give the person at home another large dose of potions and spells.

He no longer believed in his Imperius Curse.

If only that man knew that someone had placed the Dark Lord's mark in London...

Old Barty couldn't imagine it any longer. He was extremely uneasy. He knew that if little Barty knew about this, his Soul-Iresting Curse might not be effective.

The caster's willpower is inversely proportional. The more times the Imperius Curse is used, the stronger the caster's willpower is, and the weaker the effect of the Imperius Curse.

Eventually, the Imperius Curse may lose its effectiveness.

As for the most panicked person here.

Maybe it's Fudge.

Fudge no longer wanted to speak. His head looked wet with sweat and reflected light. He was constantly licking his lips, as if he was about to faint.

Everyone was looking at him, waiting for his order.

But he had no orders to give.

Umbridge moved closer to the minister and could only hear the minister's fragmentary thoughts.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? The mysterious man is already dead..."

The scene was very peaceful. After everyone read the Mark of the Dark Lord, they were all waiting for Fudge's mission, but Fudge just stood there stupidly, saying nothing.

Emilia turned her face.

She let out a long breath, disappointed.

There was no hope for Fudge anymore.

If she wants to handle this matter, she still needs to do it herself.

She shouted loudly: "Bob! Bob Ogden, where are you?"

Soon, a short, fat man with thick glasses came out. He looked like a mole. Judging from his frightened appearance, he was no different from the ordinary people around him.

"Bob," Amelia said, "I want you to take your team members, yes, that's right, it's you, it's you, that's right, this is an order!

Take your remaining team members and go to the scene where the mark was issued to see who is issuing the mark of the mysterious person. Capture him and bring him back. Do you understand?

Don't tell me you can't!

You have no right to refuse me!

Either go now, or I'll throw you to Azkaban! Go! Now!"

Bob was so frightened by Amelia that he trembled. He muttered something, turned and left, with a look of despair on his face.

He knew that no matter what he said, it would be of no use to his iron-blooded boss. In desperation, he could only summon his men - those batters, yes, he was Walker and Turner.

Hand's immediate boss.

He is the Strike Team Leader of the Ministry of Magic's Legal Enforcement Department.

He also had a share in catching Sirius back then.

"Let's go, boys."

He said helplessly to the people around him, who left the street and rushed toward the building in the distance.

Casting spells and riding magic broomsticks to make sure the Muggles didn't see them.

When Emilia gave the order, she glanced at Fudge again, but Fudge still couldn't come to his senses.

She gave up completely.

Okay, okay, Emilia, you can do all this. This powerful witch tried to calm down. Looking at the people who were still in chaos, she used "loud voice."

"Arthur, Mr. Arthur Weasley."

She saw Arthur not far away, and quickly waved to him and said, "Please come here."

Arthur Weasley came over, and Amelia asked him to find Mad-Eye Moody, "Tell him not to be impulsive, mobilize some Aurors, come to the Ministry of Magic, and ask them to block all magical roads in London.

Then ask him to come see me, do you understand?"

Arthur Weasley nodded.

She then called for the other directors and asked them to shut down the entire floo network. However, she was severely rejected by this order.

All matters related to the Floo Network belong to another department of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Magical Transport. Faced with Emilia's order, the director refused her order.

It's not just because of her orders that she can't give orders to this department.

They are of the same level.

There are more reasons, there are already people who want people to leave London via Floo network first.

Yes, Voldemort's power is so terrifying. Even if he himself does not appear, just the appearance of his mark, someone is already planning to run away.

They didn't even have the courage to explore the truth.

Emilia looked at this scene. Even though she had expected it, she was still so angry that her eyes turned black and her hands and feet became numb.

…

Du Wei looked at the Dark Lord's mark in the sky and knew he should run away.

Next, it’s a battle royale in London.

He turned his head and showed a ferocious smile to Lucius Malfoy, who was in pain. He believed that Lucius could understand his malice.

He calmly disappeared here. Below, the wizards just rushed up. Not every wizard is good at dueling, not to mention that several of these wizards were patients a few minutes ago.

After Du Wei easily slapped away the two wizards, the werewolf mode disappeared. He knocked out a Muggle at will, stripped off his clothes, drank the polyjuice potion, then screamed and followed the equally panicked crowd.

Left the building.

After passing a few streets, Du Wei continued to look for prey with a normal expression.

The real trouble has just begun now.

Making trouble is not my thing.

The greatest skill is not getting caught after causing trouble.

His actions will certainly make some people panic and lose their fighting spirit. But at the same time, there will also be some people who want to kill him.

If anyone here poses the greatest threat to him now, Du Wei thinks it has to be Mad Eye Moody.

At least half of the people in Azkaban were thrown into Azkaban by this madman.

Oh, so does he.

He was no match for Mad Eye Moody. Du Wei knew this very well. Even if he attacked by surprise, there was no chance of winning.

Mad-Eye Moody spent most of his life on guard against someone sneaking up on him.

Du Wei's armor protection can block physical damage, but what about magic damage?

What if Moody had magic he had never seen or heard of?

But Du Wei never intended to confront these people.

They could never catch Duwei.

Because they lack Muggle thinking.

A little Muggle thinking and a little magical means can create a pot of delicious food.

With brains and magic, that's Grindelwald.

There is no brain, no magic, it is a noseless "hey hey".