The card draw starts in Azkaban

Du Wei was like a conductor, waving the wand in his hand gracefully and accurately, using "Expelliarmus" plus "Strength Release". With the graceful combo, Bertha watched her wand fly past.

Then his legs softened and he sat on the bed.

She didn't even have the strength to resist.

She opened her eyes wide in fear and dilated her pupils as she watched this prestigious and dangerous person approaching her.

My heart beat as if it was about to burst out of my chest.

Her ears felt like a train had passed by, rumbling and rumbling.

No matter what the other party said now, she couldn't hear it.

She just felt that she was going to die.

Her body was sending warnings, but she couldn't escape.

Du Wei stared at the other person, his eyes were very beautiful, and his hands were also very beautiful.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He leaned forward and put his hands on his knees.

Just the opposite of Bertha, he was not nervous at all, and even after staring at Bertha for a while, he still had the thought to take out his mobile phone to order food.

He is starving.

On the way, he saw the signboard of a family kitchen, and he even remembered its phone number.

After making the call, Du Wei pulled up a chair and sat across from Ms. Bertha, looking at the unpopular Ms. Bertha seriously.

Don't know why.

Lady Bertha had not cried out until now.

Du Wei held his chin in his hands, slapped his face, and stared at the person in front of him.

Bertha Jorkins graduated from Hogwarts. When she was in school, she was not a popular classmate.

She complained that she had negative energy all day long and was not very outstanding in her studies. Naturally, she was not a scumbag either.

After graduating from Hogwarts, she was successfully admitted to the Ministry of Magic. However, she was not satisfied with her studies and was careless at work, and was regarded as a burden.

She was kicked from one club to another, like a football that no one wanted.

A few years ago, or more than ten years ago, what Du Wei didn't like the most was to study time carefully, which would remind him of where he was.

Yes, yes, sometimes he still doesn't want to say the name of that place. Azkaban, he lost the memory and the concept of time in that place, and he gained a precise concept of time because of the Polyjuice Potion.

At a certain time, she was the head of Barty Crouch Sr.'s Department of International Magical Cooperation. When she was also sent to work in this place, she went to Barty Crouch Sr.'s department for work reasons.

Home, Barty Crouch Jr. was discovered.

Although she has all kinds of shortcomings, at least she has courage - courage without brains is also courage. She discovered little Barty.

She figured out what happened.

She didn't report Bady Sr. to anyone else.

She decided to question Old Barty in person.

A kind of courage to live towards death?

have no idea.

Duwei guessed that at that time, Old Barty must have been frightened when he heard Bertha Jorkins reveal his deepest secret. When he was sure that his stupid subordinate had not told the others about it,

He must have breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Barty Crouch Sr. used a powerful amnesia spell to destroy poor Bertha Jorkins's brain. Like Neville, she began to become forgetful, forgetful, and even less likeable.

In the end, she was like garbage, thrown into the Department of Magical Sports and Sports that no one cared about, and became a marginal figure. She was like a marginal invisible person in the Ministry of Magic, no one cared about her, no one cared about her

She, even if she died outside, everyone would just laugh at her.

"Stupid Jorkins is lost again."

What is this, workplace bullying?

Du Wei didn't know.

He only knew how she would die in the future without him.

Soon after, she will choose to take a vacation and go to Albania for vacation. There, she meets the escaped Peter Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew controls her and discovers that her brain has been destroyed by a powerful amnesia spell.

Then, Voldemort got the information he wanted from her brain. His loyal subordinate, Barty Crouch Jr., was still alive.

Then came the Goblet of Fire in Harry Potter's fourth year.

Why does Dumbledore think that it is enough for Harry Potter to have the courage to die?

Because Dumbledore knew who Harry Potter was facing.

The person he faced was Voldemort.

He was able to escape from Voldemort because he was a Horcrux, because his wand had the same phoenix feather as Voldemort's, because he was Voldemort's opponent in the prophecy, and he was a person with the magic of love.

He could protect himself, but he couldn't protect his friends from the Death Eaters.

He couldn't defeat so many Death Eaters. Among the high-level Death Eaters, there were only a few who were good at fighting.

They have no brains, not no power.

Harry is not a genius, Dumbledore has known this for a long time. Although many of Voldemort's men are afraid of Harry, they do not know the magic of love, and they do not believe in the magic of love.

They only want to believe one thing.

The only thing that can defeat black magic is more powerful black magic.

Just like everyone is afraid of Voldemort and dare not know Voldemort's name, many Death Eaters still dare not say Harry Potter's name.

They absurdly believed that Harry Potter, who was less than one year old, used black magic to kill his master.

Incredible, isn’t it?

Makes people laugh, right?

They all called Harry Potter "The Boy Who Lived", "The Child", as if the name Harry Potter, like Voldemort's name, had a curse on it.

Duwei sat in front of the frightened Bertha Jorkins, and gently brushed her face with his fingers.

Bertha's frightened figure seemed petrified.

But what she didn't expect was that Duwei didn't hurt her. This man who was notorious in the Ministry of Magic and whose bounty amount exceeded that of Sirius Black, actually stared at her face and shed tears.

Full of compassion and love.

"Poor child."

He said compassionately, "Are you still in pain?"

…

"I'm sorry, but..."

At St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, the therapists looked at the lady in front of them with some embarrassment, some of them speechless.

There is no cure for the werewolf infection, and besides, this is a level three exposure. The werewolf's saliva is directly mixed with Lucius Malfoy's blood, and it is certain that Lucius Malfoy will become a werewolf wizard.

In fact, he was already sick.

They can't change this either.

Narcissa's body swayed slightly.

She closed her eyes in pain.

"I see."

Several therapists took a look and left the ward.

He did not continue to comfort the lady.

Narcissa looked at the sleeping Lucius Malfoy. After a while, someone opened the door and walked in.

He had an unhappy face and greasy hair, like a big bat.

Who else but Professor Severus Snape could have such greasy hair and such sallow skin?

"Severus."

Narcissa called Snape's name as if asking for help and grabbed his sleeve.

Professor Snape nodded and signaled Narcissa not to be nervous.

Walking over, he personally investigated Lucius Malfoy's injuries and shook his head.

Narcissa's heart sank to the bottom of the lake, and her whole body was cold.

Snape apologized for this.

He was a foreign aid invited by Narcissa in a personal capacity, but in the face of this situation, there was nothing he could do.

"I can prepare wolfsbane potion for him to keep him sane during the full moon."

He took out a bottle of improved wolfsbane potion from his sleeve, which was part of the ration he withheld from "Lupin". Tomorrow was the night of the full moon, and Dumbledore asked him to pay attention to Lupine.

For this reason, he brewed a lot of wolfsbane potion.

Giving part of it to Lucius is not a big deal.

He comforted Narcissa and expressed his condolences and apology for being unable to do anything about Lucius.

"sorry."

he said.

Snape was helpless in the situation before him. He was a genius potion master, but even top modern potion masters like Dumbledore and Voldemort had not figured out how to suppress the werewolf virus.

He couldn't find a way either.

"I really have no way, if anyone can do these things."

Snape hesitated to speak.

Looking at the desperate Narcissa, he said a name.

Former Potions teacher at Hogwarts.

Founder of the Slug Club.

Horace Slughorn.

He is also a potion master. What Snape wants now is to throw this hot potato out, which is somewhat of a hope.

Narcissa is also a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. It is always better to have a glimmer of hope than no glimmer of hope.

Narcissa doesn't value other things very much, such as fame.

He just wanted to help his husband.

She also doesn't want to know what the Malfoy family's fame does!

Fame is a very strange thing. When it exists, it can overwhelm people and you can use it to do many things. But when it is gone, it is not a good thing.

The Malfoy family occupies some too many resources.

Especially for Lucius Malfoy, Malfoy focuses on a pure-blood family and a pure-blood wizard. Werewolf wizards are lower-level existences than half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards.

When reputation is gone, some other things will have to give way.

Narcissa didn't care about this, as long as she could keep Malfoy Manor, even Malfoy Manor was left for her son.

But she didn't care, Lucius did.

After Snape left, Lucius woke up slowly.

"Draco, I want to see Draco."

Lucius Malfoy said.

Narcissa didn't want Draco to know these things, she said she was going to find Horace.

However, something happened that she didn't expect.

She saw Lucius saying seriously with an expression she had never seen before: "Now, I want to see Draco!

He is from the Malfoy family! There are some things that he is destined to bear!

Narcissa, I'm not discussing with you, I'm ordering you! I want to see Draco, immediately, immediately!

Stop looking for these stupid potion masters for me. It is inevitable that I will become a werewolf. What we have to do now is to minimize the losses.

This is the last thing we can do!"