The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 246 The fun is all theirs

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore conjured up many chairs, please sit down, Scrimgeour sat down, and Mad-Eye Moody stood behind him. This does not mean that the chief of staff sat down, The rest of the people can only sit.

No matter how outrageous Scrimgeour was, he didn't dare to show off in front of Mad-Eye Moody.

Dumbledore didn't force Mad-Eye Moody to sit down either.

Because he seems to remember that Mad-Eye Moody said that when a person is standing, it is best to defend against attacks from behind.

Mad Eye Moody is always ready to fight.

After everyone walked in, Mad-Eye Moody looked at Snape unabashedly and said, "It's not very safe to call this man in, Dumbledore."

"Are you questioning my ability to see people, Moody?"

Dumbledore said neither soft nor hard, Snape looked much better when he heard Dumbledore say that.

Mad-Eye Moody smiled, but said nothing, not knowing what it meant.

Snape actually understood what Mad-Eye Moody meant. The Dark Lord really returned. A suspected Death Eater like him should be locked up.

In fact, he agreed to such a disposition-as long as such a disposition did not appear above his head.

Similarly, he is not very clear about one thing, that is, the mark on his arm, for some reason, has not been scalded yet.

It was as if the Dark Lord hadn't summoned him.

Presumably, so did the rest of the Death Eaters.

This matter, no matter from which point of view, is not normal.

Because according to Snape's understanding of the Dark Lord, after the Dark Lord returns, he will definitely summon him. After all, Snape knows that the person the Dark Lord fears most is Dumbledore from Hogwarts. He is the Dark Lord. The most successful spy who lurks beside Dumbledore.

So logically, he should be called back and asked about Dumbledore's information.

Unfortunately, no.

He couldn't figure out what the Dark Lord's plan was. Did the Dark Lord not trust him, or was he planning some secret and didn't have time to pay attention to him?

Snape was also a little apprehensive.

Could it be that he has been ignored?
Scrimgeour didn't care so much, when he came to the principal's office, he was finally not as tough as he looked on the outside. It seemed that his tough attitude on the outside was just for others to see.

Here, he reveals his sad side.

After he sat down, he asked Dumbledore for a drink.

"Is there a drink? Dumbledore, give me a drink, my mouth is dry."

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison the wine?"

Dumbledore said jokingly, he raised his wand, and a bubble appeared beside Scrimgeour, inside the bubble was a glass, Scrimgeour picked up the drink, took a sip and said, "Dumbledore, he's back , I actually saw him.

He's the same as he was all those years ago, in his black robes, and he's really back, Dumbledore! "

Scrimgeour spoke like he was dreaming, and it was obvious that he was very nervous.

The price of facing Voldemort head-on is anxiety.

Even in the first war against Voldemort, the Aurors were proud of being able to escape from Voldemort's hands.

This is a testament to their magical powers.

It's an escape, not a confrontation.

The same is true for Scrimgeour. Mad-Eye Moody didn't laugh at Scrimgeour. After seeing Voldemort, Scrimgeour returned to normal just after shutting himself in the room for a week, which is considered to be in a good state of mind the wizard.

"I saw him, Dumbledore, I saw him, and took away a Ministry of Magic officer under my nose."

Scrimgeour said seriously: "He's back, right in front of my eyes, the man whose name cannot be mentioned, I can't even resist him.

I'm like a piece of shit. "

"Call him Voldemort, Scrimgeour."

Dumbledore could see his fear from the eyes of the person in front of him, but Dumbledore still said in his unquestionable voice: "Call him by name, Rufus Scrimgeour, call him directly His name does not call him to appear before us.

On the contrary, the more we dare not mention his name directly, the more fearful we will be.

Under fear, we may not even have the chance to fight for our lives.

So, what did you see, Scrimgeour? "

Dumbledore turned against the client and took the initiative in this office.

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore, and didn't answer his words. Instead, he said decisively: "We need Harry, he has defeated the mysterious man before, so next, he can do these things for the second time.

So we have to protect him.

We need Harry to defeat You-Know-Who! "

"He's just a kid."

Dumbledore said.

"But he beat You-Know-Who."

Scrimgeour repeated the incident.

They talk like chickens and ducks.

Dumbledore was silent.

He knew that he couldn't convince Scrimgeour. Although Scrimgeour looked normal now, in fact, he was scared out of his wits by Voldemort.

He won't listen to himself.

But is this really the case?

Scrimgeour took another sip of his wine.

"Protect Harry Potter, we can even pretend that Sirius is not here, we can turn a blind eye to the existence of Sirius."

Scrimgeour said, taking a look at Sirius and saying: "We've looked, Mr Lupine, and there's no extra Galleon to buy Firebolts from.

Headmaster Dumbledore, your previous interruption was too blunt.

Sirius Black, he can appear, but he can't appear in a fair manner. The Ministry of Magic needs a reason. We can't find Sirius Black, not that we don't catch Sirius Black. "

Scrimgeour said.

"Clever idea, but you want to use Harry to deal with Voldemort."

Dumbledore's expression was indescribable, he let out a deep breath and said, "I won't allow it."

Sirius was a little anxious, and Scrimgeour glanced at him.

"You have no business here, Sirius."

Scrimgeour said unkindly, and Sirius laughed, showing his teeth, as if he wanted to give Scrimgeour a hit.

Mad-Eye Moody grabbed his wand, Dumbledore let out a deep breath from his nose, and waved his wand helplessly.

Sirius only felt an unbearable force that fell from the sky, and he was so suppressed that he had to sit down.

"Dumbledore!"

cried Sirius, growling like a big dog, but Scrimgeour ignored him.

So did Dumbledore.

"What are you going to do?"

Dumbledore asked.

"That's what Ms. Burns did. I don't know what we're going to do next. I'm just the head of the Auror Office, not the Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour said.

"Ms. Bernsch will be here shortly."

He looked at the Floo network behind the Headmaster, waiting for Ms. Burnsch to arrive.

He wasn't telling the truth, he wasn't just the head of the Auror Office, after Ms. Burns was promoted, he was likely to take a step up and become the head of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

Take the real power!
Although it is power in the midst of the storm, it is still power!

……

in the auditorium.

The twins, Wood, Colin, and even Cedric of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw's classmates, also got together.

Everyone looked at the Firebolt in Harry's hand.

That's a Firebolt!
Among the students, who can resist the temptation of the Firebolt?
They gathered together and kept making strange noises, and from a distance, Malfoy saw all this.

His face was indifferent.

The excitement is all theirs.

Nothing to do with oneself.

Malfoy felt a little bleak.

Loneliness will be more intense when there is lively contrast.

Swallowing the last bit of food, Malfoy stood up, turned and left the auditorium.

Once upon a time, he remembered that when he replaced the academy players with flywheel series broomsticks, he had the absolute right to speak in the Slytherin team.

Say the same thing.

But all of this, because of Duwei Jones, because his father became a werewolf, all disappeared.

Especially the betrayal of Goyle and Crabbe made Draco Malfoy physically and mentally exhausted.

He hasn't seen Professor Lupine recently, and has accumulated a lot of questions that he wants to ask him.

He no longer pays attention to these things that are not there.

He finished his breakfast and quickly left the auditorium. No one noticed him. He came to the corridor alone, but when he reached a deserted corner, behind a piece of armor, the bear biscuit smashed come out.

Malfoy drew his wand.

"Who's behind that?"

he asked sharply, pointing at the armor with his wand.

Just as he was asking, a house elf walked out from behind the armor. He was wearing a black dress and looked very clean.

"Master Malfoy."

That's what he called Malfoy.

Hearing this address, Draco looked at the house elf for a while before he couldn't help asking, "Dobby?"

"Please call me Mr. Dobby."

Dobby repeated: "Call me Mr. Dobby, I call you Master Malfoy, so you should call me Mr. Dobby, I respect you, you respect me!"

Malfoy felt ridiculous, and not just because he was seeing his lost house-elf here again.

What's more, what this little elf said obviously exceeded his imagination. He was amazing in a dress, but he actually called himself Mr. Dobby.

Dobby, sir?
Malfoy glanced left and right and found no one here, he frowned.

"Who is your current master?"

"Dobby has no master, Dobby is a free elf!"

Dobby said again, "Dobby was entrusted by others to help you."

"An entrustment from someone else?"

"help me?"

Malfoy felt ridiculous, he looked at Dobby and said, "Who did you entrust, and what trouble do I have?"

(End of this chapter)