The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 263 The First Gift for Voldemort

Rita Skeeter looked behind her calmly. She felt that the wind on the streets of London was getting stronger and stronger. Such a cold wind blew into her heart, making her blood freeze.

"Director Scrimgeour, what do you mean by that? I don't understand."

She asked knowingly, delaying time.

She knew that it was against the law to conceal that she was an Animagus' business.

It's just that this crime can be big or small, light or serious.

After all, the Ministry of Magic is not entirely an institution that acts according to the law. In many cases, the Ministry of Magic will bend the law for personal gain.

At least Rita Skeeter knew a lot.

But at the same time, she also knew it well.

She knew that, given the number of Ministry officers and Ministry bureaucrats she had offended, she suspected that if she was found guilty of this one crime, she would be thrown in Azkaban.

Not negotiable.

Don't think too highly of Ministry of Magic bureaucracy.

The more she understands, the more Ms. Rita Skeeter understands that the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic can do anything.

Watching a nervous Rita Skeeter, Duvi Jones smiled.

"What do I mean?"

He smiled softly, first from the corners of his mouth, then to his cheekbones, and finally to the corners of his eyes, his smile came out in an extremely stretched form from inside to outside.

"I don't mean anything. I'm waiting for someone. What are you waiting for, Ms. Rita?"

While he was talking, a lady came from the corner of the street. She was wearing thick clothes and seemed to be holding something in her hands.

It's a little far away, so I can't see clearly.

He also had a hat on his head.

Rita Skeeter was very nervous when she saw the person coming. She thought the person was Scrimgeour's helper, or maybe an Auror.

But the moment she saw the person coming, Rita Skeeter felt a little relieved.

She recognized the person.

Brainless Bertha.

A fool who could be played by her at any time.

Bertha came over. She was wearing thick dragon leather gloves and holding a rather delicate-looking box in her hand.

"Bertha, why are you here?"

Rita Skeeter pretended to be very happy and said that she felt that she had found a breakthrough, but when she was speaking, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

It was really cold, she lowered her head in disbelief.

The chest was unharmed.

But when she turned her head, he saw Scrimgeour clutching a heart.

Rita Skeeter clutched her chest, unable to feel the beating of her heart inside.

"What did you do to me?"

she asked in a trembling voice.

"What have I done to you?
To the loyalty of the Ministry of Magic, I offer my heart, Lady Rita Skeeter.

I just took out your heart and kept it safe. Well, it's a pity that your heart is not pure black. "

In front of Rita Skeeter, Du Wei snatched her heart out.

Bertha Jorkins stepped forward and opened the box.

She also smiled at Rita Skeeter.

Rita Skeeter suddenly felt dizzy.

She felt like she was about to suffocate.

The box was lined with scarlet satin, and Du Wei put his heart inside.

"The softness lies, Ms. Rita, so there are two paths before you.

Either work for me or I'll crush your heart.

Two choices, Rita, or rather, only one choice. "

Du Wei said: "Unless you can find a master alchemist to refine a new heart for you, but the original heart is a good medium for curses.

Would you gamble your life on success?Rita, or can you find an ancient magic to find a heart again in his chest?

Play for me, Rita, you have no choice! "

Rita Skeeter had thought about many possibilities, but she never imagined that the big news she came to find tonight would be a trap aimed at her.

More importantly, her heart was taken away so simply.

Even though she has seen a lot of magic, she has never seen a magic that can easily take a human heart out of the chest and keep it alive.

Even the Dark Lord and Dumbledore don't have such evil magic, do they?
She looked at Scrimgeour in horror, feeling that she no longer knew Scrimgeour.

Even, a terrible idea popped up in her heart.

The Scrimgeour in front of him, has he been replaced?

Otherwise, how could someone change so quickly in a short period of time.

The former Mr. Scrimgeour, although he was reckless, he would not be such a person. Just because he wanted to get others to work for him, he actually did such a thing!
He'll hollow out other people's chests!
Bertha Jorkins closed and locked the box in his presence.

Bertha should have finalized some kind of magic on it.

Rita felt dizzy, and more than that, Bertha also took out a piece of parchment. On this parchment, there was a curse attached, which was a spell that Bertha remembered.

Bertha Jorkins is also a qualified Hogwarts graduate, but because of her personality and the later Oblivion Curse, Bertha Jorkins' magical growth is not very satisfactory. Fortunately, now, with After developing a strong self-confidence, Bertha Jorkins' ability to learn returned.

She spread the spell with confidence, and motioned for Britta Skeeter to sign the text on it, and left a bloody fingerprint.

Rita Skeeter hesitated.

Bertha Jorkins knocked on the box dissatisfied, and a red light flashed from her wand, which pierced Rita's heart.

She raised her hand in surrender!
"Okay, I'll write, I'll write."

He tremblingly wrote his name on the piece of paper.

As for what effect the curse will have on her after writing down the name.

She couldn't care less.

After doing this, she looked at Scrimgeour, she wanted to know what Scrimgeour asked her to do.

"What to do? It's simple, speak up for me."

Scrimgeour hid himself in the dark and said: "As you all know, Christmas is the next few days, so I want to give Voldemort a Christmas present.

Putting this story out, I thought, Voldemort would love the thrill of it. "

Rita Skeeter swallowed in horror, she looked at Scrimgeour, shook her head and said, "No, you can't do this, he will kill me."

"You reported this matter, Voldemort may not kill you, but if you don't report this matter, I will definitely kill you."

Du Wei frivolously picked Rita Skeeter's chin with his wand and said: "When danger comes, Skeeter, we should understand that most of the time, we have no choice.

We can only bear it.

Tomorrow morning, headlines, I can't see, you're going to jail for illegal Animagus, Azkaban is waiting for you, my friend, do this before Bob comes. "

(End of this chapter)