The card draw starts in Azkaban

Lucius Malfoy has never been sober as he is now.

In a short period of time, he lost all his strength and decided to abandon a large amount of property and real estate.

He even wanted to take advantage of this time to meet many "old friends".

He knew very clearly which old friends could not be trusted during these years of interactions, and which old friends could be entrusted to temporarily protect Draco.

He began to write letters and sign magical contracts with others for final stability.

He even planned to arrange for Fudge to come and witness his death.

He must die.

He also wanted to die in front of Fudge, in front of some old Wizengamot wizards and people from the pure-blood family.

"Only death can clear away the fact that I have dirty werewolf blood, so I need a decent death.

Not during the full moon.”

If he died during the full moon, he could only be cremated as a werewolf.

He doesn't allow this to happen.

He did not allow himself to be buried in the Malfoy family cemetery with a dirty look.

He sat up from the hospital bed, put on his clothes, and stood up decently.

Holding the staff of civilization vigorously, he ordered some words to Narcissa in an orderly manner. With the Wolfsbane potion, he did not need to stay at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. He wanted to go home and prepare for the funeral.

"Take me back, go home, I don't need treatment anymore."

He stood up again. There was not much time before the full moon, and he needed to put everything in order. All of this was too sudden, and it suddenly reached a level that he had never thought about at all.

Fortunately, he is still awake at the moment.

Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living.

According to his current calculation, he would be much more useful dead than alive.

However, when he died, how he died, and who was around when he died, all required careful calculation.

"I will protect Malfoy Manor and you."

He said to Narcissa: "As long as we still have Malfoy Manor, we can make a comeback."

Narcissa said nothing.

It's not that she doesn't understand these principles, she just doesn't want to lose her family.

"If, if."

Determined to leave St. Mungo's Hospital, Narcissa asked quietly while there was no one around: "If that man comes back, can he cure your werewolf disease?"

Hearing this, Lucius Malfoy was stunned.

He turned his head and looked at his wife with complicated eyes.

He never thought that his wife would have such treacherous thoughts in order to save him.

It was a pity that Lucius shook his head at his wife and smiled.

Not possible.

"Never count on that guy, honey.

If you haven't met him, you won't know how cruel and heartless he is.

Descendants of pure-blood families are his supporters and his servants, while werewolf wizards can only become his slaves, not even as good as house elves."

Lucius Malfoy did not say the second half of the sentence.

"Especially when you become a subordinate who has no effect on him, his ruthlessness will exceed your imagination."

The Dark Lord never shows any mercy to trash.

Lucius never counted on the Dark Lord.

He knows who the Dark Lord is.

He is a facilitator because he is not qualified to be a leader.

If there is a choice.

The Malfoy family also did not want to serve Voldemort, an unstable monarch.

In this crisis, the Malfoy family suffered a massive hemorrhage and spit out their many benefits. They retreated to Malfoy Manor to lick their wounds and recuperate silently. This was the best future Lucius could think of.

If this wave is not handled well, the Malfoy family may even be like the Black family, with the population declining, the industry collapsing, and never being able to recover.

Everything he cherished was torn apart because of this damn werewolf bite.

This is worse than killing him.

Lucius' heart was bleeding.

Twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Except for the Weasley family, the other families are declining step by step, both in terms of numbers and industry.

Although Lucius Malfoy ridiculed the Weasley family, there was one thing he had to admit.

That is the Weasley family, which will definitely not die out in a short time.

Even if one of the Weasley family was bitten by a werewolf, they would never be in such a mess as they are now.

There are many of them.

There is a lot of room for error.

Even if Arthur Weasley is killed, the Weasley family will not have any big problems.

…

One afternoon and one evening.

London.

A certain express hotel.

Duwei gently held Bertha Jorkins' forehead and kissed her, just like a father kissing his daughter.

It also seems that the priest, who represents the authority of the gods, is kissing the believers.

This is a ritual, and it is also an extremely necessary experience for the Duvila people. It is like the ministers who need to kneel before the emperor, like the believers who need to sacrifice flesh and blood to the gods, just like Grindelwald

After the speech at the cemetery, everyone is asked to cross the ring of fire and magic is used to confirm sincerity.

This is the ritual.

Obtaining the same identity is one of the functions of ritual.

Ritual activities are a form of action with a performative nature, which can bring two completely different people into the same relationship.

Just like now, a kind of emotional identification, sustenance, and concern.

This emotional identification itself is also part of the cultural identity in the ceremony, and it is also a small part of Du Wei.

Duwei stroked Bertha Jorkins' head as if stroking a little kitten.

Bertha Jorkins made no resistance.

Du Wei knew that he had succeeded.

He finally drove a nail into the Ministry of Magic. This was progress and his second step.

He looked at Bertha Jorkins with pity and smiled like a saint.

The speech, expressions, and magic just now were Du Wei's first attempt. He had exhausted his own understanding and added everything imaginable.

The principles of religious rituals, the shortcomings of character investigation, the use of magical skills, the understanding of human flaws, and a sincere heart.

This is much easier to use than the Imperius Curse.

The Imperius Curse has huge flaws.

Its casting effect is closely related to the will of the caster, the number of times the spell is cast, and the mana of the caster.

Even if the Imperius Curse is used against a Muggle for a long time, the Muggle can break away from the Imperius Curse, not to mention that the Imperius Curse actually has some magic items to defend against.

The method he just used is more troublesome than the Imperius Curse, and it is also more effective than the Imperius Curse. Small tricks are just tools to open the boundaries between people. If you want to go long-term, your goals, interests, and emotions are all better than small ones.

The means are much more effective.

No matter what, when people are not pursuing survival, they will have higher-level pursuits.

All kinds of emotions.

Emotions cannot be suppressed.

Suppressed emotion will never disappear, it just lurks deeper. The more yearning, the more suppressed, and the more urgent it is, the more terrifying it will be when it breaks out.

The easier it is to be exploited.

Just like it is now.

Little Barty's childhood repression made him prefer to "recognize a thief as his father." He could kill his biological father indifferently, but he would obey Voldemort, the father in his heart.

The strict suppression and "Western ethics" of the big family made Bella regard the Dark Lord as her father and partner, and the only one in her life.

Bertha Jorkins' experience made her urgently need someone to fill a void in her heart.

Du Wei is the one who is vacant.

Put your emotions on others without reservation. In order to retain this last bit of emotion, or touching, or the so-called love, friendship, people can give everything when their emotions are high.

Du Wei channeled this emotion into worship.

Worship of the father.

Worship of authority.

The worship of uncertain excitement.

To the extent that it is a mess that humans cannot resist worshiping.

What a disgusting, disappointing, and evil person.

Du Wei handed another mobile phone to Bertha Jorkins and patiently taught her how to use dialing and how to contact him. At that time, the Nokia mobile phone in her hand did not have a color screen or a flip cover, but it did not affect its expensiveness.

, there is also a signal problem.

But it doesn't matter. The person who will contact her in the future is not Duwei, but Sirius. He doesn't need to stay in the Shrieking Shack all the time.

Duwei needs him to go around and commit crimes, strengthen people's fear of Voldemort, and continue to weaken the prestige of the Ministry of Magic.

In the next time, he wants Fudge's authority to be reduced to dust, so low that he can no longer order the Ministry of Magic's staff, so low that he becomes a puppet, until he voluntarily resigns, and then dies under Voldemort.

Hand, till now.

Duwei never forgot his dream of throwing people into Azkaban.

He will do the most unjust things in the most righteous way possible.

He patiently taught Bertha these methods, and then made a request. He needed Bertha to help him do something. It was not too difficult, but Bertha must do it.

From easy to difficult.

For this reason, he stayed here for two days. Bertha Jorkins tremblingly brought back what Duwei wanted, from the simplest things to now, she knocked out a Muggle with her own hands and tied his hair

and the polyjuice potion, which was obviously purchased from prohibited channels, was handed to Du Wei.

Duwei drank the polyjuice potion gently and looked at the uncontrollably excited Bertha Jorkins in front of him. Duwei knew that this was the so-called, three years to learn well and three days to learn bad.

Bertha Jorkins was almost lost.

"very good."

Duwe was not stingy with his praise, and as a reward he told Bertha Jorkins before he left London.

He would show Bertha Jorkins a beautiful fireworks display.

"A firework that the whole of London will never forget."