The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 164 Who is the Minister of Magic [33]

Scrimgeour didn't speak, he pointed his wand at Duvi Jones, and his eyes fell on Karkaroff's face on the ground.

He wants to confirm whether Karkaroff is still alive.

is alive.

He was still panting.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Scrimgeour was a little nervous, but he wasn't flustered at all.

"Dewey Jones." He solemnly shook his wand and cast a spell silently, but Duwei easily dodged it.

The pointing of the wand is the direction of the spell.

Directionality is too obvious.

It was so obvious that there was no need to guess at all.

Duwei Jones kept changing locations and making sounds.

"Yes, it's me."

Du Wei stood in the distance, still looking at Scrimgeour.

"You're an official from the Ministry of Magic. Let me guess. Judging by the way you dress, your height, and your style of doing things, you're the head of the Auror office, isn't it Scrimgeour?"

"I guess right?"

"Wizard, speak up, wizard, if you can't hit me, don't waste your efforts."

"Answer my question, wizard, what I ask you is, do you really want to be a hero, wizard?"

Du Wei was joking, appearing and disappearing constantly, irregularly, Scrimgeour didn't speak, he approached Karkaroff, and kept releasing spells to prevent Du Wei from approaching, he stared at Du Wei cautiously and said: " No, I never thought of being a hero."

"Yes, yes, my friend, only those who don't want to be heroes can be heroes, and only saints who don't want to be the masters of the Deathly Hallows can become the true masters of the Deathly Hallows.

That's it, Mr Scrimgeour, you've done a good job. "

Du Wei laughed wildly. His back was facing the moonlight, so that Scrimgeour could not see his face clearly. His voice flickered from east to west, and every word seemed to hit the apex of Scrimgeour's heart.

"The wizarding world needs a hero, my friend, and you should think about the meaning of this sentence.

That hero could be Dumbledore, it could be Harry Potter.

But someone has to be.

do you understand me?

I think you are very suitable, I have a crush on you, my friend. "

Du Wei grinned and smiled silently.

Scrimgeour ignored the lunatic's madness.

He came to Karkaroff's side and awakened Karkaroff.

"I'll give you a choice for entertainment."

Du Wei didn't respond to Scrimgeour's small movements. He was talking and pointing his wand at Karkaroff on the ground-even though he didn't know this person.

"My big hero, the rules of the game are like this.

You see, on me, I still carry a lot of explosives.

Oh, you don't need to worry about explosives, you just need to know that if the explosives on my body explode, boom, it can flatten a whole floor of the Ministry of Magic, just like I blew up this place.

Even if there is a spell guardian in the Ministry of Magic.

You believe me, my dynamite is also a magical creation.

I still have a lot of dynamite on me right now, so I want to play a game with you, hero. "

Du Wei said with a despicable smile: "I will plant a bomb in the corridor of the office of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department, and then I will put another bomb in the Leaky Cauldron.

I can guarantee that my Apparation is faster than you, and I can also guarantee that in these three places, where you appear first, I will not blow up there.

But oh, you get the point.

If you go to the first place, it means that you give up the other two places.

At that time, whether it is the death of this person or the explosion of the Ministry of Magic, you will be fully responsible, my hero. "

Du Wei waved his wand around, and said to Scrimgeour: "Then, Mr. Wizard, can you tell me, who will you choose to save?
It is this wizard on the ground.

Still the surviving wizard of the Ministry of Magic.

Or, what about the innocent wizard at the Leaky Cauldron? "

Du Wei smiled, playing with it, licking the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, forcing Scrimgeour to make a choice.

Scrimgeour didn't speak, he picked up his wand, and didn't talk nonsense with Du Wei.

He chose to beat Du Wei here.

A large number of spells appeared from the tip of his wand, and Du Wei disappeared in place with a twist, and disappeared.

His spell hit the air without any effect.

"The game begins, my friend, the first target, the Leaky Cauldron."

After a while of twisting, Du Wei disappeared in place, and Scrimgeour only had time to cast a protective spell on Karkaroff on the ground, and also Apparated.

Karkaroff hadn't stood up yet, and just as he was about to disapparate and leave this dangerous place, he felt his eyes go dark again, and the feeling of heartache reappeared.

【Excited】

【stunned】

Du Wei appeared here again, grabbing the rope with great effort.

"Excuse me, sir."

Du Wei said to the sleeping Karkaroff, "It seems that Mr. Scrimgeour, he seems to have given up on you."

He said to several werewolf wizards and Death Eaters who came over, "Who is he?"

The Death Eater walked over tremblingly.

"My lord," said the Death Eater obsequiously, "he is Igor Karkaroff, a vile traitor."

The Death Eater was hunched over in humility.

"very good."

He signaled to the Death Eaters and the werewolf wizards to hang Karkaroff up.

"Hang him on the lamppost."

Du Wei said: "Let everyone else see what the fate of betraying the master is."

……

Scrimgeour's apparition was obviously slower than Du Wei's.

After he came to the Leaky Cauldron.

He saw a mop bouncing and writing on the wall of the Leaky Cauldron.

There is no Du Wei here.

There is no so-called bomb here either.

Here only the mop was dancing, and there was the faint sound of music, and Scrimgeour didn't know what this little tune was humming.

If only he knew Muggle music.

he will know.

This music is called Ode to Joy.

"The Lady of Joy is holy and beautiful; her radiance shines upon the earth.

Our hearts are full of enthusiasm; come to your holy temple.

......"

The Leaky Cauldron was not bombed, and Scrimgeour knew that he had been transferred from the mountain.

After he went back again, Karkaroff, who was lying on the ground, had been hanged on the street lamp.

On the street lamp not far away, Karkaroff hung alone on it, and those Death Eaters and werewolf wizards who had done all this had left.

Karkaroff, wobbly.

Under his flickering orange light, there was a line of blood writing.

"Who else wants to betray the Dark Lord?"

The bloody long words were spread crookedly all over the ground. Not only Scrimgeour, but even the Death Eaters felt chills when they saw this.

On the street lamp where he hanged.

And the Dark Lord's Mark.

A green skeleton, spitting out a giant snake.

Death Eaters kill, standard traces.

"Dewey Jones.

This, madman. "

Scrimgeour couldn't help but said that he knew very well that even if Voldemort came back, he could do nothing more than this.

Duwei Jones' attainments in the dark arts are definitely not as strong as Voldemort.

However, he was more cunning and cruel than Voldemort. He made a high-profile appearance, but he failed to deal with Muggles. He first killed two high-ranking Death Eaters.

why?
Scrimgeour didn't know.

Nor did he know where Duvi Jones had gone.

Duvi Jones disappeared.

His knowledge of apparation is too deep.

Scrimgeour hadn't had time to leave the beacon on him at all.

Losing his target, Scrimgeour could only add a lot of magic to himself, and came to the Ministry of Magic.

As he expected, there were some Death Eaters gathered by the fireplace, planning to sit back and wait.

It's a pity that the target they want to sit on the sidelines is a skilled old Auror.

Scrimgeour went out cautiously when he saw Scrimgeour raised the knife and fell, two spells stunned the Death Eaters and tied them together.

He had just walked out for less than two steps when he saw the dead body of the operator lying on the ground.

They lay peacefully on the ground, as if they were asleep.

Avada Kedavra.

They were hit by Avada Kedavra.

Only after being hit by Avada Kedavra, will they be preserved in such a complete way.

Scrimgeour didn't know where the enemy was, he released his equipment, like a patient hunter, looking for his prey.

……

The message was delivered to Hogwarts.

Inside the frame, the Hogwarts headmasters were chirping excitedly.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet."

Dumbledore turned his back to Fudge.

In the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Fudge collapsed on the sofa, unable to pull himself up.

Dumbledore remained motionless.

Fudge knew that he had lost his bet.

His wooing of the Death Eaters, his compromise with the Death Eaters, and the helpers he called, all didn't work.

He lost, a complete defeat.

"Moody, I need you to go back to London, and, Connelly, if I were you, I would bring all these people you brought back to London.

What do you think of my suggestion, Connelly? "

At this moment, Dumbledore, who gave orders, looked more like the Minister of Magic than Fudge, who was limp on the ground and looked panic-stricken.

"No problem, Albus."

said Moody, walking into the fireplace with floo powder in hand.

"Follow me, you little brats."

He said to the hitters.

"Ministry of Magic."

He called out the name of the Ministry of Magic and slammed the Floo powder on himself.

A light flashed.

Moody disappeared.

Bob and the rest of the people hesitated a little. There was no doubt that going to the Ministry of Magic now would entail great danger.To be honest, they are not that great, especially when their boss is someone like Fudge.

But under Dumbledore's blue eyes, they still bite the bullet and came into the fireplace, disappearing one by one.

Dawlish stood still.

Dumbledore looked at him, and he looked at Dumbledore.

"Very well, Mr. Dawlish, you can stay here."

Dumbledore said that he was too lazy to talk to these people.

Fudge himself, dug a hole for himself.

Dumbledore couldn't leave Hogwarts. The flying dementors outside were like shackles, which locked Dumbledore severely, preventing him from leaving Hogwarts.

Before he was the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

He is responsible for the students of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood quietly in front of Fudge. He knew that Fudge was completely screwed this time, and his resignation was almost a foregone conclusion.

He wondered what Fudge had done behind his back.

But he knew that Fudge's backhand did not play any role in front of Duwei Jones.

He also knew.

The power of Duvi Jones has nothing to do with Voldemort.

Because they haven't met yet.

"Bring my loyal subject, Dewey Jones, to me."

……

"Damn Dewey Jones, this madman, this..."

London.

The wizards finally reacted and formed an effective counterattack.

Old Barty Crouch appeared from his manor with several subordinates. They came to London and knocked down several Death Eaters. Looking at the Death Eaters who fell on the ground, they appeared from time to time and attacked them. The werewolf wizard, Barty Crouch Sr. was also deeply shocked.

This kind of hand-to-hand death made people truly feel the cruelty of war.

Nothing like this happened when the Dark Lord first ruled the British wizarding world.Because Voldemort was unstoppable after his first official appearance, he and his Death Eaters were invincible.

Those who submit, become puppets.

Rebels, either join Dumbledore's side, or hide, not daring to resist directly.

Even the Ministry of Magic is in jeopardy.

The Auror, who was supposed to capture the Death Eaters, proved himself by being able to escape from the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord himself is like a sharp arrow that pierces through everything.

He was not afraid of anyone but Dumbledore.

Those Death Eaters seemed to be waved and shouted after him. They had never been like this before, as the vanguard, fighting face-to-face with the real elite of the Ministry of Magic, the wizards of the wizarding world!

This is the real war.

This is the real death!

At this moment, Old Batty had a plan to kill Duvi Jones the next time they met.

He was bone-chilled.

What is this man going to do?
Is he going to destroy the wizarding world?
How many wizards are there in the wizarding world, and how many wizards can fight?Every wizard is a precious resource.

At this moment, they are consumed in the streets and alleys like this.

Of course, werewolf wizards don't count.

Duvi Jones didn't seem to care about the lives of Death Eaters, or the lives of wizards at all.

What does he want to do?
Barty Crouch Sr. knocks out a werewolf wizard, heads to the Ministry of Magic, and reunites with Ms. Burns.

At this moment, Ms. Bernsch is showing her demeanor.

She is not a vase.

She is a powerful witch with profound powers and praised by Dumbledore. She waved her wand and put her monocle on the table. clerk, walked out of the office, and knocked down a few Death Eaters who were overwhelmed.

Brother Carlo rushed out from the corridor. She saw Ms. Burns and raised her wand cruelly.

"Awada..."

He wanted to cast the Killing Curse, but Ms. Burns had a quick eye and a quick hand.

She is faster than brother Carlo.

"Lip lock and tongue stiff."

She quickly used a curse to stop Brother Carlo's Avada Kedavra, and then waved her magic wand, and many ropes appeared out of thin air beside Brother Carlo.

Transfiguration spell.

There are also comprehensive applications of some other powerful spells.

With one move, Brother Carlo was tied up tightly.

"Except your weapons."

It wasn't until she came to his side that Mrs. Bernard took off his weapon.

"Keep an eye on him, contact all the beaters and Aurors out there and tell them to hurry back to the Ministry.

The Ministry of Magic needs them. "

Ms. Burns said in an orderly manner.

Sterling knocked down from upstairs, and when he saw Ms. Bernsch, he obviously showed a look of relief.

"Ma'am," he said, "it was Dewey Jones who killed Karkaroff and hung him from the lamp outside."

Burns didn't speak.

She doesn't care who is doing the tricks now, what he has to do now is to gather all the people from the Ministry of Magic and drive out all the Death Eaters who broke in.

"I can't care about things outside."

Bernsch said, "We need to rescue the colleagues of the Ministry of Magic, then leave the Ministry of Magic, block the Ministry of Magic, and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

We have a way out, but these Death Eaters, they don't have any backup. "

After Bernshi finished speaking, he said to the people behind him, "Are you willing to follow me and help our colleagues?"

"Of course, ma'am."

Scrimgeour was the first to respond, picked up the wand in his hand, and stood behind Ms. Burns.

(End of this chapter)