The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 262 Rita Skeeter's Christmas Present
not only that.

The excitement tonight is not limited to the scene in front of me.

Du Wei found out the reason why these Death Eaters came to London from the brain of the last survivor.

It's about fairies.

For Voldemort to form an army, he needed armor and weapons.

Some of these armors and weapons can be produced by pure blood families.

For example, Bella, in Bella's treasury, there are quite a few full-body armors, and a large part of these armors comes from the handwriting of the goblin master.

However, there are still relatively few purebloods like Bella.

For the rest of the gap, the goblins have to come out.

Goblins have no choice.

Either move closer to the Dark Lord and become his servant, or be uprooted by the Dark Lord.

They have no right to be neutral.

Duwey Jones wouldn't call them neutral either.

Du Wei changed into Scrimgeour again and stood on the long street.

The snow has grown, but it should also stop by tomorrow morning.

Not necessarily the wind.

Beside him, a mass of ribbons snapped the necks of the Death Eaters and hoisted them from the lamppost.

The wind blew the corpses, and these corpses were not shaking neatly.

It looks spooky and scary.

With his back to these corpses, Du Wei smoked his mint pipe.

Pirate style is to hang betrayers and enemies on the mast.

Until it becomes a skeleton!

The same is true for the English navy in the queen's time when it faced pirates!
The Vikings had a similar tradition.

They prefer bloodship duels.

Du Wei stood in the wind and snow, sipping the flaming whiskey he brought from the Pig's Head Bar, smoking a pipe, and from time to time, flames burst out from his body.

Beside him, several goblins knelt on the ground, trembling.

"You can't, Scrimgeour, it's against the law.

You can't do this, we have relations with Ms. Burns, we have relations with the Flint family, we have relations with most of the wizarding world, please, please let us go!
We will not help the Dark Lord. "

The goblins begged bitterly.

"That man forced us to do it."

Duwei Jones didn't speak, and dense layers of ribbons appeared from behind these goblins, tightly tying them up.

Ribbons bound them like mummies, leaving only a nose.

After doing all this, Du Wei was quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

The goblins became chairs, and Duvi Jones sat on them.

Now on this street, there's only Dewey Jones, the Goblin Seat, and these hanging Death Eaters.

He started his not too long wait.

But before that, Du Wei seemed to have thought of something. He knocked open a shop that was scared to death. After all, whether it was flames or screams outside, they clearly entered the ears of these Muggles.

Even if they wanted to pretend that they couldn't hear or see, it was still difficult.

After a while, Du Wei saw someone coming.

He's waiting for someone.

Rita Skeeter in tortoiseshell frames.

She was dressed in heavy clothes like a ball, and came to the street in the cold wind, which was her second favorite.

Not long ago, her friends in the Ministry of Magic had told her that there was big news here today.

Hearing the big news, Ms. Rita Skeeter who was sleeping looked like a goblin who had been thrown out of the garden. She stood up from the bed with a lot of energy. She quickly painted a simple makeup and rushed towards Came to the scene.

First-hand big news, here I come!

It's just that after arriving at the scene, the scene was slightly different from what Rita had imagined.

Only one, judging by his attire, looked like Scrimgeour.

There was no moon in the sky, the surrounding street lamps were bright, and the corpses hanging below covered most of the light.

Rita Skeeter swallowed a mouthful of saliva as she looked at the corpse in the wind and snow, as well as the tightly bound goblin.

She tried to force herself into a false smile.

"Director Scrimgeour."

She greeted Scrimgeour from a distance, and said with some guilt: "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No," Duvi Jones raised his head, stared at her and said, "It's time for you to come."

He handed Rita Skeeter his box of chocolates and said, "Merry Christmas."

Even though it was still several days before Christmas, Rita Skeeter didn't think much of this box of Muggle chocolates as a gift. After weighing the pros and cons, she came over and took the chocolates.

"What's so funny about that?"

She was terrified. As an excellent reporter, no matter what the situation was, sensing danger was a necessary skill.

Rita felt extremely dangerous right now, and her whole body had goosebumps.

Even though she didn't want to believe it, Scrimgeour would kill himself here.

But what if?
Thinking of what might happen, her whole body was terrified, and she wished she could run away now.

Unfortunately, the conditions are not ripe.

Scrimgeour had a wand in his hand, and Rita Skeeter didn't think she could outrun an Auror anytime soon.

She regretted coming here without verification as soon as she heard the news.

"You seem nervous, Ms. Rita Skeeter. That's not your style. You've always been bold, Rita."

Scrimgeour hid himself in the wind and snow, with half of his face in the shadow, and said sinisterly.

Rita Skeeter swallowed again.

"No, I'm not nervous at all, Director, you are too worried."

As Rita spoke, she firmly held the wand in her hand, and all the muscles in her body were terribly stiff.

She was a little speechless.

Scrimgeour ignored her, and said to himself, "Oh? You're not nervous, are you?
Well, Rita, why are you still here?
You see, in front of your eyes, such an explosive news, don't you plan to report it?

Where's your camera?
Where's your quill?

What about your passion?
When Bob arrives later, he will definitely stop your interview. At that time, you may lose a chance to become famous.

Are you going to pass up this opportunity? "

Scrimgeour looked at Rita Skeeter with searching eyes, and Rita gave a stiff smile.

"The director was joking."

Rita said dryly.

"I'm not kidding you, Rita Skeeter!

How about this, seeing how dull your atmosphere is, let me tell you a story, Ms. Rita Skeeter, the beginning of this story is a magic introduction.

Amador, Animo, Animador, Animagus. "

Du Wei easily recited the spell that Animagus practiced, stared at Rita Skeeter maliciously and said, "Listen to this familiar spell, Rita Skeeter, don't you, What do you remember?"

(End of this chapter)