The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 247 I Have Nothing
"You're about to die."

Thinking of Mr. Duvi Jones' entrustment, Dobby said with his hands behind his back, "My client wants to keep you alive, so Dobby is here to help you."

Malfoy didn't speak.

He looked at Dobby.

After a long while, he said, "Are you cursing me, Dobby?"

Although I know that if I continue to delay like this, there will not be enough time.

He will be late for the first class.

But he still couldn't help but want to hear what this so-called free house elf was going to tell him.

Why did he die.

"You're going to die."

Dobby said: "My client said that you will be killed by Voldemort."

Hearing this name, Malfoy felt as if he had been whipped, and he felt trembling all over.

"Mystery man."

He couldn't help but said: "What are you talking about? Shut up your stinking mouth, Dobby, and stop talking nonsense."

Mr. Dobby was not angry.

Still following Mr. Du Wei's instructions, he repeated, "You still have hatred for Voldemort."

Mr. Dobby said: "Your feelings like this cannot be hidden from Voldemort.

So the first time you see Voldemort, you will be killed.

That time will come soon. "

He took out a book and said, "This book is given to you by my client.

On this book, there is Occlumency.

Of course, my client recommends that you go to see Dumbledore now, tell him all these things, and ask for his help.

Otherwise, it will be too late. "

After Dobby finished speaking, he disappeared in an instant.

Malfoy remained standing in the corridor.

He stood alone on the spot, with a surprised expression on his face.

Dobby said so many words, but he didn't say the most important words.

For example, the news that Mr. Malfoy most wants to know.

Dobby, who is his client?

He picked up the book on the floor, it was a book on how to learn Occlumency, it looked like a manuscript, it was a notebook.

But what exactly Dobby meant.

See Voldemort?
Why is he meeting me?

Where will he meet me?
Malfoy can be sure that Dobby's master will definitely not be a mysterious person.

His father said that for the house elves, or for all the existence of non-pure blood wizards, the mysterious man looked at them from a cannon fodder perspective.

You-Know-Who does not use house-elves to deliver messages.

Especially, You-Know-Who wouldn't be so boring.

tease him.

Malfoy couldn't figure it out, and at this moment, an owl flew in and hovered over his head - this was an extremely rare thing, because their student's owl, in a normal state, They all dropped off in the auditorium, that is, during breakfast.

For the rest of the time, they were not allowed to enter the main castle.

They all rested at Hagrid's owl hut.

The owl landed and bit Malfoy with its pointy beak.

Malfoy groaned in pain.

"oops."

He recognized the owl.

This is his home owl.

But how did it get in here?
Malfoy didn't understand, he took out the letter and saw that it was in his mother's handwriting.

Dark green ink, quill pen.

The content of the letter is simple.

It is Mrs. Malfoy's property, she told Malfoy to go back to the manor for Christmas when it was Christmas.

Specially exhorted.

Originally, this was a very normal thing. Mrs. Malfoy had always hoped that Malfoy would return to the manor and reunite with his family in the past few years.

But now.

Thinking of what Dobby said just now, Malfoy suddenly froze when he saw this letter.

He felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

In the past, he would return to the manor every year, and his mother never wrote him a letter, specifically asking him.

Why this year?
Frustrating the letter with both hands, Malfoy fell into deep thought, but when he came to his senses, he suddenly found that the letter in his hand had suddenly turned into ashes.

Not a single clue remained.

Even the owls flew away and disappeared.

Draco Malfoy swallowed, rubbed his face restlessly, thought for a while, and finally skipped class—this is an extremely rare thing, in Hogwarts, no one would Skipping class because that doesn't make sense.

There are only a few people in a college.

skip class?

The dean can't beat you to death!

……

Ministry of Magic.

Endless meetings.

Endless gossip.

Endless internal friction.

Ms. Burns doesn't know whether a meeting can solve the problem, but she knows that the problem cannot be solved without a meeting. Sometimes she wonders about the heads of those old wizards. Could it be that holding a meeting here can really kill Voldemort outside, die?

But she couldn't help but have a meeting.

At this moment, she was speaking, categorically, "Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour, no matter in terms of qualifications or ability, he is qualified to be the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

His promotion has been confirmed, I think we don't need to hold a meeting to study this matter. "

Although Burns knew that time was running out and she was about to go to Hogwarts for a meeting to meet Dumbledore, but here, she really couldn't get away.

Especially at this moment, in front of her, there is an annoying ghost.

The woman she had rescued against all odds, Umbridge, also opened fire on her, and she was the most lunatic attack on her among these people.

As if not so.

It doesn't prove her loyalty.

She once again became the sharpest knife in the hands of those old wizards.

They forced Ms. Burns to fill the place vacated by Barty Crouch Sr.'s death and fill it with one of their own.

Ms. Bernsch has done her best.

But she couldn't keep these interests. Obviously, the upright Ms. Burns didn't connect some loose sands from the Ministry of Magic. What's more deadly is that the real Voldemort has appeared in the face of the enemy, but in the Ministry of Magic, there is Still disagree.

Everyone has their own ghosts.

Some people don't regard Voldemort as an enemy.

It's very English.

When the tiger doesn't have their heads in their mouths.

They will still fight among themselves.

Unless the tiger has their heads in their mouths.

Crisis is imminent.

But at that time.

I am sorry.

They don't have time to think at all.

Just half a century ago.

Muggle Prime Minister, Sir Arthur Neville Chamberlain.

He hatched a plan that later looked ridiculous.

Appeasement.

Like Muggles, wizards who look down on Muggles, when the crisis emerges, the choices they make are no different from Muggles.

This time the meeting broke up again, and Ms. Burns ended the meeting angrily and came to Hogwarts through the Floo network.

It's just that after she left, the rest of the people in the meeting room showed joyful expressions.

They know they have succeeded.

"People always have to pick a side to stand on."

The old wizard of the Flint family sat in the office and said: "Go and ask the rest of the people, since Scrimgeour has chosen to stand behind Ms. Burns and fight against us.

Then the rest of the people, I want to know the attitude of the other directors.

Who do they want to stand behind? "

The rest of the old wizards didn't speak. They all looked confident. In this Ministry of Magic, they were the ones who could turn their hands into clouds and rain.

Whether it's Burns or Scrimgeour, they're just a small fish trying to stir up a storm.

Not worth mentioning.

……

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

The energetic Ms. Burns finally came over through the Floo network.

It's just that at this moment, the conversation here has reached its limit.

Limit means Dumbledore and Scrimgeour have nothing to say, Scrimgeour is terrified and tossing and turning is "he's back", "we need Harry", "we're going to protect Harry" In other words, Dumbledore just bought him a drink.

Dumbledore didn't want to say a word.

It's not that there's no way to say it, and if he insists on talking, Dumbledore can also make Scrimgeour happy again, but it's not necessary.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ms.

Scrimgeour also stood up, put on his deerstalker hat again, and seemed to be going to leave.

"Here you are, Minister."

Scrimgeour said.

Ms. Burnsham nodded to Scrimgeour, and she said softly to Scrimgeour, "Go back, Rufus, you are now the Acting Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and you may need some refreshments recently."

"No problem. It is an honor to serve for the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour planned to leave, but before he left, he said to Sirius viciously: "It's best to be honest these days, sir.

Aurors will be watching you. "

Sirius looked at Scrimgeour without fear.

"Need me to go back with you, Scrimgeour?"

Mad-Eye Moody said.

"No, you stay at Hogwarts, stay with Mr. Harry Potter at all times, I want you to swear to me, as long as you live, Mr. Harry Potter will not be killed by Death Eaters kill."

Scrimgeour said solemnly.

"I could swear."

Mad-Eye Moody said, "Mr. Harry Potter will be all right."

Scrimgeour came to the fireplace, and in the floo network, he stirred up a little floo powder with his hands, and the green light flickered.

"Ministry of Magic, Great Hall".

After he finished speaking, Scrimgeour disappeared into Hogwarts.

he left.

"professor."

Ms. Burns looked around and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Okay, Susan."

said Dumbledore, signaling for the others to go out.

Everyone went out, and Mr. Scrimgeour also returned to his Auror office. He returned to his own office and put his hat and scarf on the hangers.

Behind him, Mr. Dobby in a tuxedo appeared behind him.

"Mr. Du Wei, Dobby has already told Master Malfoy what you said, Master Malfoy, he should pay attention to this."

(End of this chapter)