The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 242 Sorry [33]

When he came to the Ministry of Magic again, Du Wei was no longer a lost dog.

He is no longer an intruder either.

Du Wei walked slowly in the corridor. There was no one in the corridor. All the people who should have come to the corridor at this time went to the pantry and his office "smartly". Some people were dismissed. At this time, there is only Duvi Jones, and walking behind him, Lady Bertha Jorkins with Peter Pettigrew.

He came to the seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic. This is the office of Mr. Ludo, the director. Bertha Jorkins took out his wand and gently knocked on the door of the office.

She thoughtfully opened the door of the office for Du Wei.

Du Wei came to the office.

"let's start."

Du Wei sat on the office chair in the office, and Ms. Bertha Jorkins tapped her wand lightly on the fireplace again.

After a while, the Floo network in the office started to work, and a large number of letters flew out of the Floo network and landed on Du Wei's desk.

They put themselves on the desk in order of priority, and the most important thing was to turn it into a shouting letter, but they didn't dare to shout at Duwei Jones.

They're just talking to Duvi Jones about things here.

Complaining about Ms. Burns' poor means.

"I know, I know, I know you have been wronged, so I am here."

Du Wei comforted them softly. By his side, the black mist in the diary was about to appear again, which he easily suppressed.

"Quiet."

He said to himself: "Don't worry, it's not the time for you to show up, my dear."

Dewey said.

He knew that the information on the case in front of him was not all that Mr. Ludo should deal with, because the news here, from the Department of Law Enforcement to the Department of Management and Control of Magical Beasts, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation to the Department of Magical Sports, the entire magic All of the information is mentioned in these letters.

There are also some information that a big man like Bernsch would not take into account.

These fringe characters, and even some people who are obviously not fringe characters, began to confide in a person who could not mention their names.

At this moment, when Duvi Jones entered the Ministry of Magic, he received more news than any other director.

What's more, at this moment, he has more information than the Minister of Magic, Ms. Burns.

He held up the letter in his hand.

He saw the details in these letters.

"It seems that the situation in the Ministry of Magic is a little worse than I thought."

Du Wei said that he took Ludo's office as his own and started his own office.

He started writing letters, writing to everyone who believed in him, telling them what to do?
As for Ludo?
Sorry, starting today, this Ministry of Magic is called Du Wei's Ministry of Magic, and this office is called Du Wei's Office.

Mr. Ludo, he can do whatever he likes.

For example.

Go to the bar and relax.

Ludo feels extremely bad now, he looks a little nervous looking at the goblins in formal suits in front of him.

Logically, he shouldn't be found by these goblins.

But soon, he thought of his situation.

He doesn't owe these goblins any money.

Thinking of this, he coughed and felt his waist stiffen.

He has spent a lot of effort on avoiding debts, which is reflected in his behavior. As long as he does not want to be discovered by debt collectors, he can not be discovered by debt collectors.

A very practical means of escape.

Only this time, he overturned.

The reason for the overturn was that he was too confident. He thought that under the protection of Mr. Duwei Jones, no one would come to blackmail him anymore, but what he didn't expect was that the goblin always played cards out of common sense.

They seem to be the embodiment of greed, and they will never know how to write the word "satisfaction".

As long as the profit is high enough, like now, they even dare to put their own lives on the other end of the balance as a bargaining chip!

They want to play a rare commodity.

They want to take Mr. Ludo as their prey and further encroach on the Ministry of Magic.

This benefit outweighed their fear of Duwei Jones.

Never underestimate the folly that comes with greed.

Inside the bar, these goblins showed despicable smiles.

"Mr. Ludo, I think, you don't want your work for Duvi Jones to be known by others, do you?"

said one of the fairies.

Intimidation, temptation.

Half an hour later, Mr. Ludo walked out of the bar in a daze, and several elves disappeared behind him with smug smiles on their faces.

They knew they had made another deal.

Their reason for blackmailing Ludo is simple.

"We know who you play for."

These goblins said with deep meaning.

It was Dewey Jones who bought his debt, so he was a puppet of Dewey Jones as it should be.

They used this to coerce the new director to be obedient. Ludo didn't know what he should do?
But these goblins really gave him a lot of money.

"We will be happy to cooperate."

Before leaving, these goblins spoke truthfully.

He walked back to his office listlessly along the way.

No sooner had he opened the office door than he saw Ms. Bertha Jorkins standing in front of his desk.

He has no problem with that.

However, when he saw the office chair in his office turned around, and Duvi Jones held a letter in his hand and looked up at him, Mr. Ludo's legs softened, and he felt as if he was about to kneel on the ground.

"Your complexion is not very good."

Dewey Jones dropped the letter on the table and watched his face.

"You look like you need a little help, don't you, Mr. Ludo?"

Ludo swallowed, his eyes wandered for a while, and he glanced towards the corridor, but soon, he reacted and looked away.

"Looks like you really need a little help, you look disturbed."

Du Wei pulled out his wand.

"Please share your difficulties, Ludo, as your friend."

Du Wei put a notebook in front of his eyes, motioned to Ludo's hand to press the notebook and said: "Please tell me about your difficulties, I think I have an obligation to help you, if you want.

Yes, you will definitely want to.

Now, put your hand on this journal, listen to your inner voice, and follow your inner guidance. "

Du Wei said in a breathy voice: "Face yourself, my friend."

Ludo was distraught.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to have a drink.

He is refusing.

wave.

back.

"No, no, sir, I don't think I need that much."

"No, you need to."

Du Wei said indisputably, he hit Ludo with a spell, and Ludo's wand flew high and landed in Du Wei's hand. When it appeared again, Du Wei strode forward and grabbed Ludo. Get up Ludo's hand.

Du Wei grabbed his hand and pressed it hard on the diary!

"Relax, take it easy."

Du Wei said cruelly, Ludo let out a deafening roar, and thick smoke billowed out from the place where his hand touched the diary!
……

"Ding Dong".

It was the sound of ice cubes smashing into a glass.

Dumbledore poured the liquor into the glass and took a sip.

His face looked much better.

"Because of your arrogance, huh." Although Snape often satirized others with harsh words, he never satirized Dumbledore, this time was an exception.

Because he was really angry.

Because he knew that if Dumbledore really died, he would be alone and taste the taste of loneliness-the pain of Lily's death, Voldemort's secrets, his secrets, and the cooperation between them would all be because of Dumbledore. Bullido's death vanished.

All of them must be borne by him.

He can't afford it.

Living is more painful than dying.

More courage is needed.

"You almost died because you believed in Dewey Jones."

Severus said viciously, he took out the potion and asked Dumbledore to drink it, Dumbledore waved his hand, and he stubbornly signaled that he should drink first and drink the potion.

Willful mess.

"It's not because of my arrogance," said Dumbledore, one of his fingers was now a scorched black color, but he didn't seem to have any problem paying such a price, "If there is no Dewey Jones , next time, when I actually meet that thing..."

Before he could speak, Severus Snape interrupted him.

"Yes, Dumbledore, what a great feat it is to put a Horcrux directly on your own hand. You should know that Horcruxes are cursed, you should know?"

Snape said angrily.

Finally, I asked a question.

"Yes, yes, that's right, I know."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "But I was tricked, Severus. At that moment, I wanted to see my sister and my parents so much..."

Silence, lick your lips, and smile again.

Dumbledore said: "Maybe I'm too old, I'm starting to feel nostalgic."

He said.

"You are not even over two hundred years old!"

Snape retorted.

Dumbledore waved his hand again, "Although this doesn't look very old," he said, "but are you sure you want to discuss this with me? About my age?

The problem now is not this, it's about Harry, I finally figured out how many Horcruxes Voldemort has, but it's too early, Severus, it's still too early...

Voldemort is moving too fast, and there are things I'm not ready for. "

He looked at his fingers and said, "But my fingers, that doesn't seem like a bad thing.

At least I know, I never forgive myself.

Ignoring one's own desires is a terrible thing, Severus, although I have paid some price, but I finally know how to avoid him, otherwise, he will appear in my future battles, that is A terrible thing. "

He talked a lot with Snape, and like Severus, Dumbledore knew, he was actually lonely too.

He handed Snape the drink and said, "Would you like some?"

"Do not."

Snape flatly refused and said, "You should be grateful for your curse, it's just an insignificant part of the huge curse, otherwise, I'm afraid I can't save you."

"You can always survive, Severus, don't worry about it."

Dumbledore said, if he doesn't want to die, then he must admit that ordinary means can't kill him.

He was left alone in the room.

Dumbledore sat alone in his chair and waved his wand.

In front of him, the Mirror of Erised gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

He stood up, trembling a little, as if he was really a terminally ill old man.

He held the Mirror of Erised with one hand, and stroked the person in the mirror with the other.

He looked greedily at the existence in the mirror and muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry," he said to the person in the mirror and to himself, "I'm really sorry..."

(End of this chapter)