The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 255 Who is the real Du Wei

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Hearing his words, Flint said in disbelief.

Even Ms. Burnsch looked back at Scrimgeour in surprise.

Now Mr. Scrimgeour made her a little afraid to recognize him.

Behind the square glasses, Ms. Bernsch was examining her former subordinate.

He seemed to have an aura that shouldn't belong here.

A confidence that can master it all.

Du Wei ignored these people present.

He took out the evidence in his hand, and after knocking it, the evidence in his hand began to change.

The scene at that time appeared, but did not change.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, would you like to see what's on this piece of paper?

right here?Right under your noses? "

He looked around at the old wizards around him, and said coldly: "Or in other words, do you want to know what Mr. Calf said? Do you need me to make it public?"

Deathly silence.

The people present suddenly stopped talking.

The scene was a little dry.

Ms. Burns was keenly aware that this piece of paper was not simple, but she didn't know what was on it, because she was called over suddenly, so she was very concerned about Scrimgeour's progress during this period. I don't know what I did.

Fortunately, she felt that they had already grasped the situation and gained the upper hand.

Du Wei smiled again, holding the piece of paper between his fingers and said: "So, gentlemen, if I were you, I will definitely restrain myself, especially when the tiger bites your neck, put it away." Your impotent arrogance, gentlemen, I can't stand it!"

Scrimgeour was aggressive.

Several people looked ugly.

Flint in particular, with his restless hands clenched, was especially nervous.

Because he is the most direct leader in this matter, if it is said that Calf confessed who, then the most likely thing is that he confessed himself.

In other words, he was very likely to be sent to Azkaban because of this incident.

He knows this.

Some things can be done, but absolutely not said.

Like this thing.

Old Flint felt his brow start to sweat, and he stared at the piece of paper in Scrimgeour's hand, knowing that if it really spoke, the rest of the Pure-Bloods would cut him off too.

He looked at Scrimgeour viciously.

Scrimgeour also looked at him.

Don't be afraid.

He handed this thing to Ms. Burns. Seeing the scene, Ms. Burns also knew that this letter was very important, so she put it away with great care.

"I'll take care of this, Rufus, don't worry."

Miss Burnsch assured Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour pursed his lips and smiled.

He still had something to say, but at this moment, Bob interrupted the rattling of the office.

The somewhat pudgy batter elite knocked on the door and walked in nervously without getting permission.

"Something went wrong, Minister Burns."

He yelled loudly as soon as he entered the door.

Duwei Jones saw that Bob's body was covered with sweat, even though it was cold outside, he was wearing that bloated jacket that looked like a toad, and he was wearing a hat. He was still sweating, and he was flustered visible to the naked eye.

He looked at several people present, and repeated: "Dewey Jones killed Cornelius Fudge, and not long ago, he showed the Dark Lord's mark!"

Duvi Jones strode over.

"I'll take care of this, Ms. Bernsch."

He said to Ms. Burns.

Ms. Burnsham shouted after him.

"Be careful, Scrimgeour, and, Bob."

She said.

"I will be careful."

Duvi Jones said, he came to the corridor, Bob nodded to the people in the office, closed the door smoothly, and followed Scrimgeour in small steps.

Scrimgeour didn't mobilize many members of the Ministry of Magic, because he didn't have any extra subordinates on his side. The best talents among Aurors were either guarding the Muggle Prime Minister, or staying here at Hogwarts, Some are not as good as batter captain Bob.

"Tell me carefully, what's going on."

Duvi Jones asked Bob as he walked. He returned to the office, opened the drawer, and took out his diary. The diary could not be suppressed by the spell, even though Duvi Jones thought of many ways, it was still the same I go my own way.

Unless Du Wei brought it with him, otherwise, it would always spread darkness and madness all the time.

Bob looked at the flailing notebook next to Scrimgeour in surprise. Even though he had seen many strange things, this thing was still in the forefront of the strangest things he felt.

As he stared at this thing, he felt a noisy voice in his head.

It was as if something was constantly stirring his brain with a silver spoon!
But after Mr. Scrimgeour kicked it viciously, the sound died away.

"How's it going, Bob? Are you all right?"

Scrimgeour grabbed Bob with his powerful hands, and pulled up Bob, who fell half-kneeling to the ground at some point. Mr. Bob nodded, and the sweat on his head became more intense.

"I am fine."

He said supportively.

Scrimgeour nodded.

"That would be the best, Bob.

We need to see what's going on in the field now.

Bring your subordinates, preferably experienced ones, we need to go and see, Dewey Jones..."

He spoke in general and did not continue.

Whether Duwei Jones killed anyone, Duwei Jones himself is very clear, he is Duwei Jones himself, these days, he has no intention of killing people.

He was dealing with his own affairs, such as raising his barbaric fairy forging technique to a certain level.

So he wants to capture a lot of goblins.

This is not only because of selfishness, more importantly, this is what Scrimgeour should do.

This thing works for him.

At least the high-level barbaric goblin forging technique can allow him to gather an army in a short period of time to fight against Voldemort's supporters.

Alternative shapeshifting, no?

Besides, he also discovered something, something about black magic.

He needs to pay attention to Voldemort all the time, even if that Voldemort is a broken soul.

He might not be a Horcrux.

Du Wei stuffed the resurrection stone into Voldemort's finger, and the curse carefully prepared by Voldemort was on the other self, and it showed its power excellently.

Facts have proved that Voldemort's curse is indeed very powerful.

Even another Voldemort was helpless in the face of the curse, and half of Voldemort's alchemy body withered.

shriveled like a dehydrated mummy.

Although he tried his best to resist the curse, under the collision of the two forces, Du Wei's figure Voldemort retreated steadily.

It doesn't take long for this body of his to decay.

As for whether something will happen to the soul, isn't that what Du Wei is studying?

At the same time, Du Wei also found that he did not seem to be a complete Horcrux.

Voldemort accidentally put the soul fragments in Duwei's body, but the trouble is that the creation of Horcruxes, only soul fragments, is a sufficient and unnecessary condition.

The production of Horcruxes also requires sacrifices.

That is, death.

Even Harry Potter, he has offerings.

The sacrifice was Lily Potter's death.

But when Duwei Jones turned into a Horcrux, there was no sacrifice.

All of them were killed by Duvi Jones.

Whether this counted as a sacrifice, Duvi Jones didn't know.

After all, his Horcrux manufacturing level is a means of opportunism.

For the real solid manufacturing method, you still have to ask Tom, Tom is an expert in this field, but unfortunately, Tom will not have a good conversation with him.

Always a naughty and willful child.

Dewey thought.

At the residence of Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Du Wei met the dead Mr. Fudge.

There are also plenty of hitters.

Fudge looked panic-stricken, he wasn't killed by Avada Kedavra.

He was beaten to death.

This doesn't look like Voldemort's method.

In order to imitate the way Duvi Jones killed, Voldemort chose the most clumsy means-he ordered someone to kill Cornelius Fudge.

That is what Voldemort despises the most, "Muggle means".

parody.

Du Wei didn't speak. He took out the flagon and took a sip before bending down to examine the corpse.

The Minister of Magic, who took the blame and resigned, looked full of panic. The fear on his face stopped forever at that moment, and the pain completely broke his expression.

"How did he die? Was there any trace of a spell on him?"

Du Wei asked.

Bob played his professional side, and he explained for Duvi Jones: "Yes, Mr. Scrimgeour, according to the Muggles around, you can rest assured that I have them under control.

According to the eyewitness testimony of those Muggles around, the person who killed Mr. Connelly should be Dewey Jones.

After he killed someone, he deliberately left the Mark of the Dark Lord.

has been erased by us. "

Bob explained that Duvi Jones was noncommittal about this. He stood up, observed the surrounding scenes, and said again: "Speak a little more, I want to hear some professional opinions."

"Mr. Connelly should have been tortured by some spells before his death. According to our preliminary investigation, it is likely to be the Imperius Curse and the Confusion Curse.

But on him, whether there are more spells, we need more time to investigate. "

Duvi Jones nodded thoughtfully, and he motioned for Bob to take him to meet the Muggles.

The Muggles all looked terrified. They saw a murderer, "like a wild animal," one man described, "he roared loudly, pinned the gentleman to the ground, and beat him hard. , His blood was spattered, after the beating, he glanced towards me, and I happened to see his face."

This is what my husband said.

"Oh," whispered Duvi Jones, lighting his pipe, "what a coincidence!
He was so careless that you saw his face just right. "

(End of this chapter)