The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 269 The stubbornness of the old lion
Ministry of Magic, a pot of porridge is boiling.

There are owls everywhere. When Du Wei walked out of the public floo network, he thought he had come to some kind of owl market.

The owls flew over from all directions as if they didn't want money, and there were some strange magics that Du Wei had never seen before. Looking for the owner.

Seeing Scrimgeour, those wizards who came and went in a hurry seemed to be silent for a while.

They stopped and looked at the iron-blooded new head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Scrimgeour looked at them too.

His face was expressionless and majestic.

Seeing Scrimgeour like this, these people immediately turned their faces away, and the scene seemed to return to normal, but everyone squinted at Scrimgeour, secretly looking at him, looking at the newly promoted iron-blooded director .

He's already been compared to Mr. Barty Crouch Sr.

You know, old Barty Crouch, a battle hero, if Barty Crouch Jr. wasn't involved, Barty Crouch Jr. would be a sure candidate for Minister of Magic.

Someone called Scrimgeour that way, just as Du Wei expected.

Du Wei ignored them, but before he took two steps, he saw an acquaintance among the bustling crowd.

Mad-Eye Moody came from afar.

"Hahaha."

He looked very happy. Before the person arrived, the voice came first.

"You're finally back, Scrimgeour. The Ministry of Magic is recent, but there's been a lot of quarrel because of you."

Mad-Eye Moody came over, Du Wei followed him upstairs, Mad-Eye Moody was leading the way while talking, Du Wei heard, because of his actions last night—hanging so many people Death Eaters, the entire wizarding world was shocked.

Not only the Ministry of Magic, but even some retired wizards wrote to ask about this matter.

Some of these wizards have no shortage of sharp criticisms of Scrimgeour.

Du Wei did not respond to what Mad-Eye Moody said.

Expected.

He followed Mad-Eye Moody to the minister's office, and before he walked in, Du Wei heard the noisy voice inside.It's like someone stuffed a magic firework into it and made the firework explode inside.

Sounds a lot like what the Weasley twins do.

Du Wei is much calmer now, and he already knows that he should not throw bombs at the crowd at will.

He was mature enough to know that if he really wanted to kill them, it would be best to throw a cluster of Transfiguration Spells into it and hang them all to death.

As if sensing Scrimgeour's perception, the notebook in his arms became a little restless.

Scrimgeour reassured the notebook.

"Shh!"

He hissed.

Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye looked over, and Scrimgeour didn't pick up his wand, but said, "Be polite."

Mad-Eye Moody cursed and stopped at the door of the office.

Du Wei glanced at Mad-Eye Moody, "Do you want to go in together?"

Mad-Eye Moody glanced back at Duvi Jones and said, "No, I still have some things to do. I also want to take people to Diagon Alley and keep it safe. Good luck."

He blesses Scrimgeour.

"Very well, be safe."

Du Wei also turned to him and said.

He pushed the door open, but the moment he opened it, he noticed that there were many people behind him eating melons and watching the show.

The gazes of these people were firmly fixed behind him, as if they wanted to watch the excitement.

Du Wei glanced back, and as expected, he saw Mr. Arthur Weasley among these people.

This professional fisherman at work is holding a cup of black tea and chatting with the people around him. If Du Wei is not mistaken, the person next to him is also Du Wei's own person.

To be precise, Mr. Arthur Weasley was surrounded by Du Wei's own people.

Seeing Scrimgeour looking over, Arthur Weasley's expression was serious for a second.

He turned his head nonchalantly, pretending that he was busy.

Du Wei looked away.

For some reason, Mr. Arthur Weasley always felt that the way Scrimgeour looked at him was weird.

Like another plot.

Frowning, he didn't know if he was wrong.

While watching, Scrimgeour had already walked in.

Duvi Jones closed the door, turned around, and as expected, saw the picture in his imagination.

Poor Ms. Burns was sitting behind her desk, exhausted.

In front of her were noisy department heads and an old wizard.

They're talking about Ms. Burns.

Ms. Burns was exhausted physically and mentally. She did not speak, but stretched out her hand to caress the center of her brow, and lowered her head, as if she had fallen asleep.

Hearing someone coming in, Ms. Bernsch didn't even have the strength to look up.

However, Ms. Burns finally regained her spirits when she heard someone talking.

She raised her head suddenly.

"Rufus."

She said, there was no lack of surprise in her tone.

"Yes, it is I, Minister."

He is like an old lion patrolling the territory, although when he was not the director, someone described him like this - like a majestic old lion with a little lame leg, but before, this one Old lions are sometimes cowardly and restless.

Because he knows what he is facing.

But now, this old lion has nothing to fear.

Because he knows that he is not afraid of anything.

Fear nothing, be fearless.

He just stared at the directors in front of him, stared at them, stared into their eyes, without taking a step back.

He just looked at these old wizards and provoked them.

Approached and said nothing.

The powerful feeling of oppression made these wizards feel suffocated.

The originally noisy office gradually became quiet. Scrimgeour stopped his waist and just looked at them, scanning them one by one.

After the commotion here finally stopped, he saw that in this office, there were not only wizards, but also goblins. A few ugly goblins stood between the wizards with haughty faces.

"Well, well, well, and some Mr. Goblins."

Du Wei said contemptuously, and he looked at Ms. Bernsch again, "Is it a coincidence that I came here? Minister, I heard from Alastor that you are looking for me?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you."

Ms Burns said,
Piers Shinnix, the newly appointed director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, wanted to come over to speak, but Scrimgeour turned his gaze back.

Du Wei ignored these wizards and goblins, and he came to Ms. Burns.

Ms. Burns hesitated, but picked up the newspaper in hand and said, "Did you do this, Rufus?"

Du Wei glanced at the hanged body that was still blowing in the wind, and said as a matter of course: "Of course I did it, minister, I hanged these Death Eaters with my own hands.

Because they resisted arrest. "

(End of this chapter)