The card draw starts in Azkaban

In terms of escaping and sneaking, Lockhart is among the top elites in the wizarding world. Even some famous masters were defeated by him. They were confused by his expression and attitude, and were unprepared and fell by this person.

He used his own experience to clear his mind and achieve Lockhart's fame.

"Holiday with a Dominatrix".

"Walking with Trolls".

There are also some catchy books, but behind them are the blood and tears of wizards who have really dealt with dark magical creatures!

They were all easily deceived by the young man in front of them, and he used the Forgetting Curse to take away the glory that should have belonged to them.

It's just a pity.

In his most glorious moment, his wand backfired and he forgot all about it.

In the dark townhouse, Lockhart's hand touched the door. He turned his wrist and quietly opened the door.

Until this moment, his heartbeat was suppressed by himself to a very stable speed. His beating heart would not alarm anyone at all.

A heart beating at this speed will not expose itself in this silent environment.

His heartbeat was no different from usual.

What is professionalism?

This is professionalism!

His expression was even more indifferent.

I didn't feel lucky at all because I was escaping from the wolf's den.

His control of his expressions and heartbeats has reached a top level. He is a natural performer. At this moment, he can even control the secretion of hormones in his body.

It's a pity.

Everything has no effect in front of a person who cannot sleep.

Before he opened the door, Du Wei was standing behind him.

He was like a sculpture, watching all this without expression or emotion.

Looking at Lockhart who had opened the door and was about to escape, he raised his wand.

Fainted to the ground.

No mantras were chanted, and no lights were turned on.

Duwei in the darkness, like a top killer, quietly "killed" the equally top pretender by "passing out". The curse was cast on Lockhart, and Lockhart "

With a "pop" sound, he fell to the ground. Just in case, Duwei gave Lockhart two more "fainting" blows.

Even though he knew it would be bad for Lockhart.

But when he did the last hit, he still showed no mercy.

He's just a brutal copy editor.

After confirming that Lockhart had really fainted, Duwei approached Lockhart, lifted one of his ankles, and dragged him into the bedroom.

Tie him tightly to the chair.

He put several layers of cashmere rugs under the chairs.

He moved his wrist and punched him in the face!

After he cried out in pain, Duwei used "Strength Relaxation and Strength Release" on Mr. Lockhart's left and right wrists and left and right ankles.

Lockhart felt weak all over.

He looked at the wand pointed at his nose in horror, his eyes became cross-eyed.

"I once wanted to let you go," Duwei said emotionlessly in the darkness: "But you are too smart, Lockhart.

Were you once a Ravenclaw? Well, you did not lose the reputation of Ravenclaw, and you were indeed very smart. Even if you lost part of your memory, your wisdom is still there.

But you are smart, but not smart enough.

I never cover up other people's shining points, so Gilderoy, why don't you act stupid?

Of course, there is another question, why don't you just come to my bedroom and kill me while I'm sleeping?

It's possible, you'll succeed, my dear.

Wouldn't it be better to kill me and settle the matter once and for all?"

He said as if gibbering.

Gilderoy Lockhart didn't know if it was an illusion.

He felt that in the darkness, when this man spoke, a liquid fell on his face.

Maybe it's saliva.

It could also be tears.

It fell into his hand.

Cool and cool.

…

A few hours later.

It's sunny again.

A beautiful day started again, but the Ministry of Magic was still in a state of panic.

The entire Ministry of Magic is still in a bad state, and even sunshine and black tea can't dispel this smell of doom.

No one is in the mood to go to work.

The Aurors and strikers were overloaded, and Mad-Eye Moody originally wanted to mobilize more manpower and authority to investigate Duwei.

But Scrimgeour comes back to stop him.

Mad-Eye Moody still maintained a certain amount of respect for Stlinker, his old friend.

At least he didn't just pull out the wand and point it at his nose to cast the curse.

Yesterday, two disobedient wizards were turned into bugs by Mad-Eye Moody. This crime was actually enough to get him into Azkaban. But if you want to get him into Azkaban, you first need someone.

To capture him, secondly, we need the respected old wizards of the Wizengamot to watch him be judged.

Both of these are unrealistic.

Scrimgeour had no intention of asking his men to try out Mad-Eye Moody.

That's so stupid.

The old wizards in the Wizengamot are also a little afraid. They are afraid that after these idiots from the Ministry of Magic finish trying Mad-Eye Moody, this person will escape.

At that time, old wizards like them will also be threatened.

Law-abiding people are subject to the constraints of the law, but no one can punish people like Mad-Eye Moody.

No one is willing to take responsibility and risk.

The dark wizards who usually fanned the flames were now trembling and waiting for the judgment to come. They were waiting at home, rolling up their sleeves and anxiously waiting for the call of the Dark Lord. They didn't bother to bother Mad-Eye Moody at all.

As for the rest of the people?

The rest of the department heads and office members seemed to be ignoring the matter as it had nothing to do with them.

The minister didn't even come, so why are everyone working so hard?

Mad-Eye Moody did not make things difficult for these useless guys. He spoke to Scrimgeour and left with the others.

He started patrolling again.

The wizards in London are in a state of panic.

Because of the appearance of the Dark Lord's mark this time, every one of their faces was filled with dark clouds.

But Du Wei was still very happy. He went out in the morning, had breakfast, took the bus, walked, pulled out his hair, and stole clothes. After a while, he arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

He changed his face and took one last sip of Polyjuice Potion on the bus. After throwing the bottle filled with Polyjuice Potion into the trash can, he turned into the street with a civilized staff and arrived at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

The entire Leaky Cauldron was filled with a depressing atmosphere. There were far fewer people drinking in the bar. They saw a strange face walking in with a suitcase. Behind the wine cabinet, Moody's magic eye was looking at him.

Tom stood aside, helpless.

Mad-Eye Moody is here.

His business has deteriorated a lot.

Moody glanced at the unfamiliar face, and Duwei also looked at Mad-Eye Moody with a slightly fearful expression, as if a normal person had seen a madman.

Inside the fear, there is even some disgust.

"A new wizard? A new face?

Where are you from?

What's in your box?"

Mad-Eye Moody seemed to ask casually. Here, he still only drinks wine from his own hip flask. There must be something strange about his hip flask that can provide a steady stream of wine.

Du Wei said in a dialect with a foreign accent: "They are some fireworks for children and some clothes.

What, are you going to see it, Mad-Eye Moody?

Can I think you are exploiting me?

Do you have authorization from the Ministry of Magic?

I'm from Cleveland, so what are you going to do to me?"

Du Wei asked.

"No, of course, if you want, you can open the box and ask me to see what's inside. This is all of your own free will, and I will thank you."

What he said was, if you want.

But his wand was raised and pointed at Duwei.

It seemed obvious that Du Wei was accepted.

"Don't look at me like that, wizard. If you ask me to look at your box, I can apply for an outstanding wizard award for you and report it to the Ministry of Magic.

They might give you some Knuts or something, but now, let me see your suitcase!"

At the last moment, he was roaring loudly, and it seemed that he might cast a spell on Du Wei at any time.

The rest of the people in the bar couldn't help but shrink their heads when they heard Mad-Eye Moody's roar. This new middle-aged wizard is not the first person to be questioned, and he will not be the last one. The Leaky Cauldron

Business is so bad today because Mad-Eye Moody is sitting here, checking everyone, as if searching for something.

He also did not allow the other wizards to spread the news that he was here.

Duwei still didn't move, and the tip of Mad-Eye Moody's wand began to burst into flames. His magic eye could see through. He just took a clear look and found that there were no flasks or jars on this man's body. This was also a sign of his patience and patience.

The reason for this person’s struggle.

If he had anything on him that could hold liquid, he would have knocked the opponent down long ago.

He's looking for someone who carries the potion with him.

Just at this moment, the Auror next to Mad-Eye Moody came up to persuade him.

"Don't do this, Moody, we can discuss it."

The young Auror came up and said.

One is a good person and the other is a bad person?

Du Wei glanced at the young lady, seemingly aware of the Ministry of Magic's determination, and said with a sullen face: "That's enough, if you want to check, just check.

I will complain to the Ministry of Magic."

He seemed very afraid of this madman.

This madman doesn't care about this either.

"Do it yourself."

Mad Eye Moody said, he watched the other party let go of his hand and used magic to make Duwei's suitcase fly over.

"Open her, newcomer, be careful."

Moody's wand was still pointed at Duwei steadily. The young lady was checking the box. The box had a spell cast on it, but it wasn't very big. Inside were a few changes of clothes and a few fireworks.

There are no bottles or jars.

Du Wei didn't lie.

Tonks looked up at the middle-aged gentleman and shook her head at Moody.

Moody still didn't let Du Wei go.

"What are you doing in Diagon Alley?"

he asked fiercely.

Du Wei said angrily: "Gringotts is here, sir. I'm here to withdraw money. Is that okay, sir? Otherwise, I sit here and you go and help me withdraw money?"

Do you treat me like a criminal? What, do you still want to throw me into Azkaban?

Just because I came all the way to London to get money, and because I took one of his damn boxes!"

It seemed that the endless exploitation had made this old gentleman a little irritable, and the number of f-words in his words was a little too high.

Tonks thought of the director's instructions and signaled that he could leave.

Moody snorted coldly and said nothing.

Duwei glanced at Mad-Eye Moody, grabbed his suitcase with all his strength, turned around and left with an unhappy look on his face.

Before leaving, he saw a short and fat lady walking in from the door of the bar, with an unhappy look on her face that was even worse than him.

This lady still had freckles on her face. Before she left, he heard the Auror lady call this person's name.

"Bertha Jorkins."