The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 121 One Twenty If You Can Shine In The Darkness
Fudge was not the cowardly fool that everyone imagined, he knew nothing, at least after being the Minister of Magic for a few years, he still learned some tricks.

The position of the Minister of Magic also gave him some qualifications that can be tossed about.

After the fierce quarrel with Dumbledore, he quickly contacted the former Death Eaters of the Ministry of Magic and some stubborn old wizards of the Wizengamot, trying to use them to suppress this matter.

Suppress Dumbledore, and throw the sewage back on Dumbledore by the way.

He believes that the speed of doing it himself is not slow.

Plan ahead.

In Fudge's heart, there was a vague sense of urgency.

About You-Know-Who, about Death Eaters, about Dumbledore.

He knew that Dumbledore was much smarter than him, but, but what did it matter.

No matter how smart Dumbledore is, he is not the Minister of Magic.

I'm!

Fudge no longer has any ambitions. He doesn't want to be famous in history, and he is not qualified to be famous in history.

What he wants is humble.

He just wanted everything to be safe and secure during his tenure.

He doesn't want to do something earth-shattering, he just wants to retire!
Retire peacefully and steadily, without any disturbances!

He has passed the stable period for decades, and he only needs to last a little longer, just a little bit, before he can resign. After he resigns, what happens in the magic world has nothing to do with him.

Even if the bloody Dark Lord returns, it has nothing to do with him at all.

Dumbledore, why are you forcing me!

Fudge put on his purple striped suit, put on his hat with a grim face, disappeared into the Ministry of Magic, and went to contact his allies.

Umbridge followed him, wearing a red suit, with a fake smile on his face, chatting endlessly to comfort Fudge.

However, this set, Fudge is very useful.

Mr. Arthur Weasley was fishing in other offices, holding the biscuits made by Molly, and exchanging tea with others, watching Fudge and Umbridge leaving quickly, Arthur Weasley showed a disgust expression.

He still doesn't know what happened, what happened at Hogwarts has not been circulated for the time being.

But soon, Mr. Arthur Weasley knew what was going on.

The news cannot be concealed, let alone a place as big as the Ministry of Magic.

"what?"

After hearing the news, Mr. Arthur looked disbelieving, and he raised his voice and said, "What did you say? Hogwarts was attacked again?

Harry, something went wrong?

Do not! "

This is a big event. The last attack was because Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts, but what about this attack?
First the dementor, followed by the mark of the mysterious man, Mr. Arthur Weasley felt deeply disturbed!
He made a loud voice, which startled the people around him, but when the people around heard Mr. Weasley's yelling message, they immediately came over to inquire about the news, and when they got the news, the office was silent for a while.

what is this?
Not only Mr. Weasley, but the rest of the people also had a very disturbing thought when they heard this.

Dementor, isn't it a little too active?
Isn't the recent incident a bit too coincidental?

That group of monsters took refuge in the mysterious man?Mysterious man, is he really coming back?
They glanced at each other. After the news spread, the entire Ministry of Magic suddenly had a lot fewer people.

A large number of operators disappeared in the Ministry of Magic. They randomly found an excuse and went home to find out the news.

The directors of the various departments are also not intimidated, because they are not necessarily calm.

When Ms. Bernsch heard the news, she frowned in the office.

She was also extremely puzzled.

Why did the Death Eaters, who had not made any movement for more than ten years, suddenly appear in such a short period of time in such a short period of time?

Is there any information in this that she didn't know and ignored?

Also, Magneil, she has an impression of this person. After investigating this person, Ms. Burns knows it well.

A standard sleeper Death Eater, exonerated by rhetoric, and still stubborn in the Ministry of Magic.

Those who have been with him, there is a high probability that everyone is a Death Eater.

They all have previous convictions.

The resumes of these people are clear.

Some things don't take much time if the Ministry of Magic wants to investigate.Because those people didn't keep things secret at all.

They are openly carrying out association activities.

However, even if Ms. Bernshi knew the information, he couldn't do anything about it.

Take a long sigh.

She has no way to arrest these people.These people were all pardoned by the Ministry of Magic, and many people were turned over by a powerful force because of their meritorious service or silence, and they were stripped of their sinner status.

These people are all dust from the past.

Unless someone wants to forcibly turn these things over, otherwise, whoever touches this force will suffer a head-on blow.

Not even her.

If you really want to lift the lid, the best candidate is the Minister of Magic.But Ms. Burns knew that this was impossible. Fudge's rule was based on these people. He would never be so stupid as to overthrow his own base.

Therefore, this matter, with a high probability, will pass like this.

Ms. Bernsch let out a long sigh.

In this chaos, for a while, she was also a little confused and a little tired.

Not sure what to do.

Time passed by every minute, and today, the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and many more places stayed up all night.

The same was true for Du Wei. He sat on the roof of the building, by the wall, and the wind around him was so strong that his whole body was a little erratic. If he fell from this height, he would definitely die.

Turn into minced meat.

The darkness is gradually dissipating, and a new day in London is coming.

Today is a rare good weather, Du Wei saw the rising, the strong wind made his hair flutter.

It's very stable and won't fall off.Of course, even if he falls, he will still be at a safe distance. Apparition, the anti-apparition of the whole London, is like a curtain to him, and he can pass through it with a light dash.

From the teacher level, Du Wei still lacks 230 purple cards.

Now level six apparition is enough to get rid of some wizards.

The next time he appears in London, he should be able to completely solve the problem of not being able to use Apparition in some places with anti-curse.

He will be a big devil who is elusive.

Holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his feet kept shaking in the air, looking at the guest room below, feeling the brilliance of the sun.

He was waiting, waiting for today's Daily Prophet, The Quibbler, Weekly Witches, Daily Ghoul...

For this reason, he spent a lot of money to buy these newspapers.

The sun jumped out half of his face, and one owl after another struggled to fly to the top floor of the building. While sipping the cold coffee, Du Wei picked up these newspapers. He didn't give any money. The owls all tilted their heads to look at him.

Another owl jumped over and pecked his finger. It didn't hurt, and it was a reminder.

Du Wei laughed. He found a few copper nuts and threw them to the owls. After watching the owls leave, he shook the newspapers. The wind was very strong. He needed to hold on to these newspapers, otherwise, the newspapers would be destroyed. fly away.

He looked at the newspapers, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Awesome."

He said softly that the first newspaper he saw was the "Daily Prophet". On this newspaper, the headline on the front page was a skeleton swallowing a giant snake. Dementors.

The original photo had no dementors.

Du Wei can be sure of this.

This photo was originally taken by Du Wei himself. How could he not know what the original photo looked like?

This photo has been artistically manipulated.

"It turns out that photos of the magic world can also be photoshopped."

Du Wei said softly, he looked at the pungent headline on the "Daily Prophet", and pointed his finger at Minister of Magic Fudge.

"Another Death Eater from a Ministry of Magic officer? Whose fault is it for the dementor riot?"

The subtitle is "Who's Responsible for Our Children".

Signed Rita Skeeter.

"Very beautiful name, very sharp strokes."

He said in a low voice, and when he had finished reading the article, he let go of his hand and let the paper fly away.

Then, he woke up to the Witch Weekly. Although it was a weekly magazine, it was obvious that the one in front of him today was an additional issue of this journal for the sake of popularity.

The headlines were indeed the information he wanted.

Dementors: Safety and Control, Top Secret

There is also a subtitle below.

"Mistakes of the staff of the Ministry of Magic (internal top-secret dictation, absolutely true)"

"Internal, dictate."

Du Wei threw away this magazine again, picked up "The Quibbler", and found that the title of this corner tabloid published by Luna's father was the most shocking. He seemed not afraid of death, and wrote the title "Photography Ghosts attack Hogwarts: Is it Dumbledore, or Cornelius Fudge? "

Du Wei laughed.

What should he say?
Master Xienuo tall, Master Xienuo hard, Master Xienuo, tall and hard?Du Wei has long heard that Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood is so bold that he dares to say and write anything.

But it never occurred to him that Xenophilius Lovegood would dare to write that.

He didn't know how Fudge felt when he saw this impurity, he only knew that he was very happy.

He happily hummed an out-of-tune tune, and then started to sing loudly, embracing the sun with both arms, dancing, pretending not to know that the police had climbed up behind him.He sat here for some time. After dawn, someone saw the person sitting on the top floor of the building in the dim light of daylight. Someone thought he was going to jump off the building and called the police.

The policeman came up to him and wanted to drag him down. Du Wei stumbled to his feet, the wind made him shake, and the policemen who came up were trembling in fright.

Du Wei stretched out his arms, trying to maintain his body balance, so as not to let himself fall, he turned his head so that the policemen saw his face.

Those police officers subconsciously raised their guns and aimed them at Du Wei.

In an instant, they recognized the face.

The face of a wanted man across the country.

One, the face of Duvi Jones.

"Hello, police officer, are you coming to see the sun in the early morning?

However, gentlemen, you have made a mistake.

You, you. "

Du Wei stood on the vent and shouted loudly: "You shouldn't have come here by yourself, you should have reported to your superiors, gentlemen."

The policemen subconsciously glanced at each other and squeezed the trigger. Just as they were hesitating whether to persuade them to surrender, the lunatic in front of them laughed and leaned back!
The gold rim of the sun was inlaid behind this lunatic, so that these people could not see the face of this lunatic clearly, but they saw that this lunatic jumped directly from the top of the building.

"my God."

A policeman subconsciously said that Du Wei floated down from the top of the building, and those police officers rushed over and lay on the edge of the building.

Looking at these terrified police officers, Du Wei stretched out two fingers, kissed them, blew a kiss to them, and then laughed.

"This is a madman!"

A few policemen said bitterly, who knew that just as they were talking bitterly, this lunatic spun in the air.

In just a split second, faster than the blink of an eye, they saw the falling lunatic, gone!
"Ok?"

These people opened their eyes wide in horror, and in the next second, a person appeared out of thin air in front of them, and a twisted branch appeared in his hand, aiming at the sky.

"surprise!"

He shouted, and on top of his branch, a Dark Lord's Mark, which had appeared not long ago, reappeared over London.

This time, it was dawn.

(End of this chapter)