The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 139 The Savior
In the minister's office, Fudge's complexion was worse than that of old Barty Crouch. It hadn't been long since Du Wei set off fireworks over the city of London last time. Before he could sit still, Du Wei Jones appeared again London.

Fortunately, this time he went to Gringotts to pick up things, obeyed the law, and did not cause any major incidents.

But what about next time?

What about the next time?

Fudge was panicked, and Du Wei's casual appearance in and out of London, as if he was traveling, gave Fudge a great sense of insecurity.

This time, he came to London purely to withdraw money.

So what about next time?

Next time, will he set off a giant Dark Lord firework over London after withdrawing his money?
Maybe instead of a giant Dark Lord firework, he just needs to murder a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official, or wizard of renown.

Fudge is absolutely hopeless.

The contradictions that have been forcibly suppressed by using the position of Minister of Magic several times will explode in an instant one day in the future and blow him to pieces.

He feels bad.

He felt that, to use an inappropriate metaphor, he looked at his Dandan and was pinched by Du Wei, making him feel completely insecure.

Because of this, as long as Du Wei is willing, he can crush his body at any time and make him die without a place to bury him.

"How did things develop like this!"

Fudge was very desperate. He begged those from the pure-blood family to give him more support. Unfortunately, among the 28 existing pure-blood families, those who could support him in terms of numbers, I'm afraid that's the only family left.

Pure blood, the Weasley family.

Fudge has tried his best, but it is obvious that the Weasley family among the pure-blood families is obviously biased towards Ms. Burns.In the office, Fudge couldn't tell whether Mr. Arthur Weasley of the Ministry of Magic was a master at pretending to be confused, or he himself was an idiot.

The middle-aged man didn't respond at all to the Minister of Magic's solicitation and appeal for help.

He was smiling, his attitude was correct, and his ability was not good at all.

In the end, Fudge had no choice but to ask him to go back.

Of course, this was because Mr. Arthur Weasley was kinder and didn't irritate his ministers.If Fudge knew that Arthur Weasley was not only supporting Ms. Burns, but also a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, and had an unusually close relationship with Dumbledore.

Minister Fudge, might break down.

Had a heart attack on the spot.

Fudge had no choice but the Weasleys.

After the suicide of Lucius Malfoy, the Malfoy family retreated significantly, completely unable to give Mr. Minister any help.

The Ebbo family declined his invitation, the Bock family was concentrating on their own business, and had no intention of interfering in these bullshit things, the last pure blood of the Gunter family was still imprisoned in Azkaban, and the Crow family was a standard Death Eater The old Batty of the Crouch family confronted him tit for tat, and the three members of the Lestrange family were all in Azkaban...

He really had no choice but to find any useful help.

Powerless, he even had a bold idea.

Make a deal with some Death Eaters who are not too crazy, bring them out of Azkaban, restrain them with a magic contract, and ask them to support him like those Death Eaters who have escaped sin, and become a force that can support him ...

But, soon, he dismissed this stupid idea.

No, no, it can't be like this.

Fortunately, Fudge is not completely at the end of his rope, he still has reason, he knows that he can't do this, if he does this, when this incident breaks out, he will die without a place to bury him.

Those people in the Ministry of Magic, well, forget it, without those people in the Ministry of Magic, even those ordinary supporters who know about this matter will definitely bite him back.Not all pure-blood families support Voldemort, and some do.

There are not only 28 pure-blood families, but also some pure-blood families. Their genealogy is not so clear, so they were not selected into the 28 pure-blood families. Among these people, some still support Fudge for the time being, although Fudge does not Know how far this support can support him.

But something is better than nothing, right?

Fudge often comforted himself this way.

So he was at a loss.

Now the people of the Ministry of Magic have nothing to do with Du Wei.

Those Aurors and strikers are trash.

This feeling of powerlessness made him very uncomfortable.

The feeling that his life was in someone else's hands made him hesitate.

In desperation, Fudge sat behind his office, took out a towel to wipe off his sweat, and began to write letters again, asking for help.This time, though, of the many owls that flew out, none of them made their way to Hogwarts.

The room was obviously not very hot, but the sweat still flowed down layer by layer on his head, so he had to wipe the sweat off his head with a towel frequently.

He wrote more and more letters, but instead of feeling peaceful, Fudge felt more and more panic as the ink poured out.He licked his lips uneasily, with so many letters in his hand to send out, Fudge still had no idea, he didn't know how many people would respond effectively to his call for help.

Will there be ten people?

After sending the letter, he rarely pulled out a box of cigars from his drawer—the cigars were a gift from the Muggle executives. Over the years, the Ministry of Magic and Downing Street have had extremely close ties. He tried to , lit the cigar like a Muggle, and put it in his mouth, the aroma of the cigar filled his mouth.

As if this could soothe his restless heart.

After sitting in the office for a while, the floo network behind him finally lit up.

Under the miserable green light, a person got out from inside.

Fudge turned his head in surprise and saw the person coming. Fudge put down his cigar and opened his arms, apparently wanting to hug him.

"Thank goodness, it's a pleasure to meet you, Karkaroff."

He wanted to hug someone, but Igor Karkaroff ruthlessly refused the Minister of Magic's hug. It seemed that he was not interested in Fudge's hug.

"Let's get down to business, my minister, I'm wearing thick clothes, not suitable for hugging you."

He said slyly, he showed his yellowed teeth to the minister, smiled, pretended to be confused, and asked Fudge what the great Mr. Minister wanted from him.

what's the matter?
Fudge gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he couldn't help it. He knew very well in his heart that the status of the damned former Death Eater in front of him was not what it used to be.

If more than ten years ago, the one kneeling in front of him and begging him now, it should be this damned former Death Eater. He would have kissed the ground and begged Fudge to forgive him, but now, this damned Death Eater is already a German. Headmaster of Armstrong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Wearing a thick robe, he stood in front of Fudge with a smug expression on his face.

Fudge asks for others and bows down to others.

This is the help he found.

Compared to the bad idea of ​​finding people from Azkaban, who had no other choice, he chose to cooperate with the former Death Eaters.

Facing Karkaroff, our minister put forward his own conditions, and Karkaroff showed a reserved smile when he heard these conditions.

Because he could see, Secretary Fudge, that something was going on right now.

He was forced by Duwei Jones and had no power to resist.

This means that as long as he can stabilize, he can get more benefits from Fudge.

As for offending Fudge, he wasn't afraid at all.

His current main scope of activities is not in the UK.His school does not prohibit the use of black magic. Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a place full of talents. It is the favorite of pure-blood wizards. It is different from Hogwarts' eclecticism. This magic school All the ones accepted are pure-blood wizards.

Both men and women are welcome.

The famous first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald studied at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but because this great dark wizard went too far when he was in school, he was a half-baked student, and he was a half-time student. Expelled from school.

Karkaroff looked at the pleading Fudge, and put on a show.

He is not afraid of Duwei Jones, because he knows that Duwei Jones will not be more terrifying than the Dark Lord, as long as the mark on his arm is not hot, he will not worry about the return of the Dark Lord.

"My minister, don't worry. I have great confidence in you. I know that you will be able to stabilize the magic world."

Although Fudge went to the doctor in a hurry, he still had a basic sense of smell. Of course he could hear that the damned and despicable ex-Death Eater opposite him was asking for more benefits from him, but he knew it was the same thing. No matter how angry Fudge was, he couldn't vent his anger.

He can only bear it.

So even though Fudge wanted to beat the bastard to death with a cane, he still had a smile on his face.

"Of course, Igor."

Fudge said with a smile on his face: "I can indeed control the current situation, but at the same time, I also need a little help from you."

He's about to bleed.

……

That night.

Hogwarts.

In the Gryffindor student bedroom, the twins drew the bedpost curtains and smiled maliciously.

George produced a box.

Fred looked at the box with burning eyes, waiting for the cross-age work they created this time, which has a great possibility of being tricky.

Boggart box.

This is something they created by taking advantage of Boggart's characteristics, and it is specially used to trick others.

Originally, they planned to stuff this box into Ron's quilt and test the results.

But now, they have changed their minds.

Compared to their younger brother, they felt that Ms. Umbridge seemed a little more repulsive.

They are willing to give this honorable test qualification to Ms. Umbridge.

"What should we do?"

George said in a low voice.

Fred thought about it seriously, and said, "First of all, we need to find out where she is."

"Then we tucked this thing under her covers."

George excused.

Having said that, the twin brothers showed a tacit smirk.

(End of this chapter)