The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 148 Save Buckbeak

The goblin came to the wizard?

Du Wei was not surprised at all about this. He would feel strange if there was no connection between wizards and goblins.

A race with some power, they will not be willing to be slaves to wizards.

What they want must be more.

Contacting officials of the Ministry of Magic is nothing more than an attempt by them to gain higher powers.

A smile bloomed on Du Wei's face.

"Very well, very well, Ms. Josiah."

Du Wei said, he picked up the coffee with sugar in his hand, looked at the red wine raised in the hands of the others and said, "Call us to have another cup for Ms. Josiah!"

A short meeting, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

During this short talk, Du Wei behaved exactly like a normal person.

Steady, ambitious, provocative, and more importantly, he knows these people and he understands what these people need to hear.

Between the final curtain call, he spoke profoundly about the pain points of these people.

Sensational is not the point.

When giving a speech, it is not the technique that impresses people the most.

When giving a speech, the most moving basis is the investigation. The investigation clearly understands what the audience needs, what they want, and what they taboo!
Du Wei's speech made some people who have been deposited for many years feel emotional.

There are still some people who don't believe in Du Wei, but it doesn't matter, they are picking Du Wei, so why isn't Du Wei picking them?

In the cemetery speech, Grindelwald used the fear caused by Muggle technology to unite and win over wizards.

Voldemort is even simpler.

He represents the interests of the pure-blood family at Sunset West Mountain.

What he said is that mudbloods are dirty, mixed blood is disgusting, and only pure blood can save the world.

What Du Wei has to do is even simpler.

He learned from Grindelwald and Voldemort. The magic world needs an enemy, so create an enemy for him.There is no enemy more suitable than Voldemort, who set off a bloody storm in the wizarding world more than ten years ago.

This world needs a big devil.

Voldemort is the big devil.

There is nothing more suitable for unity than the interest groups of half-bloods, Muggle wizards who are gradually rising.

They were squeezed out and squeezed by the pure bloods, and they were robbing the few resources from the pure blood families. Because the resources were limited, they became more and more embroiled and dissatisfied.

All interest groups need a spokesperson, half-blood and Muggle-born wizards, they need more seats in the Ministry of Magic, they need more voice channels, they need more benefits, but the magic world just like this resources, they It can only be snatched from the hands of pure-blood wizards.

Pure-blood wizards will not hand over these benefits to others.

Half-blood and Muggle-born wizards, temporarily suppressed.

But they won't be suppressed forever.

War is the prelude to a big reshuffle.

What Du Wei wants is to start this war, no matter big or small.

Du Wei looked at the dispersed crowd, took a sip of coffee, kissed Bertha Jorkins on the forehead and said: "The new world is about to begin, Bertha Jorkins, the new world created by us The world has already begun."

"Yes, the new world is about to open."

The freckles were reddening on Lady Bertha Jorkins' happy face.

She looked at Du Wei admiringly.

"The goblin liaison office, or Gringotts goblins, and wizards with professions like Gringotts spellbreakers, contacted them for me, Bertha."

Du Wei said softly to Bertha Jorkins.

Lady Bertha nodded.

These wizards are not difficult to find. In the wizarding world, everyone is related, either relatives or old friends. If you want to find someone, there is always a way.

"Very well, Bertha."

Du Wei rubbed Ms. Jorkins's head and said, "Go, bring Mr. Allen back, I have something to tell him."

Ms. Bertha Jorkins left, leaving Dewey alone.

While waiting for someone, Du Wei put the unconscious coffee shop owner on the bed, told him to sleep more comfortably, and left a silver Sickle on him.

Mr. Allen came, and after the two talked, he left again.

He kept Mr. Du Wei's words firmly in his mind.

After a while, there were only two people left in the whole coffee shop.

The moonlight shone on Du Wei, revealing the shadows of four people.

The awake Du Wei and the sleeping boss, Du Wei Jones did not leave, he sat beside the boss and hummed a lullaby, until it was almost dawn, he gradually disappeared.

He's going back to fight.

……

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Umbridge called out Dumbledore's full name accurately.

Even Dumbledore was a little shocked.

From behind his desk, he slightly raised his eyes and looked at the speaker.

"Oh."

As if he just came back to his senses, he whispered to Umbridge, "It's such a long-lost memory, Ms. Umbridge.

It's been a long time since I've heard someone call me by my full name.

It's been about a few decades.

Albus... Dumbledore. "

He repeated his name and stood up in his robe.

"You want me to oversee Buckbeak's execution?"

he asked, and Umbridge said, laughing, "If the beast is called Buckbeak then, yes."

Dumbledore smiled indulgently.

"Fantastic animals are not beasts."

He said something to indicate to Umbridge that everyone can go.

He didn't want to continue communicating with Umbridge.

They were originally two different people.

Dumbledore can talk to the magic zoologist and his student, Newt, about those rare and little-known magical animals, and he can also talk to Snape about some knowledge about potions, even alchemy, he You can have a long conversation with Nick Flamel.

Only for someone like Umbridge, he didn't have the idea of ​​in-depth communication with her. It would be a waste of life to communicate with someone like her.

He picked up his wand and said, "Let's go, Ms. Umbridge, ladies first, you first."

He glanced at the unfamiliar person next to him, the former executioner McNeil, and now he must not be able to come to Hogwarts for execution.

Umbridge didn't seem to want to introduce Dumbledore to this new Ministry of Magic officer.

But Dumbledore thought about it carefully and recognized him.

"Mr. Allen, Hufflepuff, hello."

Dumbledore said, "I remember when you were in school, you were good at Transfiguration."

Mr. Allen did not expect that until now, Dumbledore remembered himself.

He showed an expression of disbelief, and just when he was about to speak again excitedly, Umbridge interrupted the reminiscence with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Allen, Principal Dumbledore, don't waste time here.

We are running out of time, hurry up and go to the hunting ground! "

Umbridge led the men towards the hunting grounds.

When they were walking towards the hunting ground, the three little ones poked their heads out from the corner of the corridor of the castle furtively.

They should thank Sirius for removing Umbridge's eyes in the hallway.

Otherwise, they might be spotted by Umbridge as soon as they appeared in the corridor.

"They're going."

Harry said quietly.

"Yes, they are going, what do we do now? Put on the invisibility cloak?"

asked Ron.

"Yes."

said Harry, taking out the Invisibility Cloak and throwing himself on them all, covering them all.

"Follow the past."

The three little ones whispered, Dumbledore felt something when they did this.

The smile on his face grew brighter.

He didn't expose these children. He, Umbridge, Walker and seven other people came to the hunting ground together. When they saw Hagrid, Hagrid's Fang was chained and taken away.

Keep it from scaring the Ministry of Magic.

The three little ones followed these people wearing invisibility cloaks.

Du Wei was also wearing an invisibility cloak, and he followed behind the three little ones.

A ring within a ring.

Du Wei's invisibility cloak came from the goblin casting masters. Asking the goblin casting masters to cast the invisibility cloak is a bit overkill, but it doesn't matter. He knows that those goblin casting masters won't be angry.

They didn't dare to be angry.

Du Wei followed behind them and arrived at the hunting ground.Inside the hunting ground, the window of Hagrid's hut was open, and from the window of this hut, one could see Buckbeak tied to the wooden pier outside.

Buckbeak was disturbed.

Mr. Allen deliberately observed Buckbeak around here. He held a rusty ax in his hand. Buckbeak was struggling, but there was nothing he could do. It couldn't escape from the prison, and neither could Hagrid. Courage to let Buckbeak go.

He knew that if he let Buckbeak go, what awaited him would be a trip to Azkaban.

He was unwilling and did not dare to go to Azkaban. For this reason, he could only abandon Buckbeak.

He is guilty, sad and disturbed.

In the hut, he made a howling sound, and even Umbridge couldn't help but look disgusted when he heard the sound.

She stopped pretending, or she stopped pretending in front of this dirty half-blood giant.

He wasn't worth Umbridge's laugh yet.

She also couldn't bear such a loud howling sound.

Just when she wanted to make a quick cut and ask Mr. Allen to kill Buckbeak, Dumbledore raised an objection.

"Tell me to finish listening to the original text of the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge knew he was stalling, he said, but, glancing at the tethered hippogriff outside, she said nothing.

Dumbledore's fingers moved a little, and a wind blew outside, which narrowed Alan's eyes.

"Oh!"

Mr. Allen said in a very cooperative manner: "Merlin, please close this window for me."

Turner closed the window subconsciously.

"It's now!"

Harry said that he felt his heart beating constantly, and his mouth was parched, but this kind of nervous emotion not only did not make him lose ground, but made him more bold, he was like a berserker, The more tense he is, the calmer he is. Even though others are panicking, his movements never change shape!

(End of this chapter)