The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 275 Painful Choice
Dumbledore didn't mind Scrimgeour's attitude.

He even admired Scrimgeour's behavior now.

After all, what the Ministry of Magic looks like is there for all to see.

There is a man who wants to revolutionize the Ministry of Magic.

Even if this person's method of reforming the Ministry of Magic is a little crueler, that is a very good thing.

But Dumbledore knew Tom.

He knew that Tom would not let it go so easily.

Tom will kill anyone who stands in his way.

What he fears most is death.

So what he could think of, could bestow the most terrible curse on everyone.

It is death.

Dumbledore handed the phoenix tail feather to Moody, and when Tom wanted to kill Rufus Scrimgeour, he would choose to intervene.

The possibility of changes in the Ministry of Magic is reserved.

As for Voldemort.

He will never break his word.

Earlier today, he was in Upside Down Alley himself.

"A familiar place, isn't it?"

he said to Nagini beside him, hissing in his most wicked Parseltongue.

The two were walking on the road, and there weren't many dark wizards on the road - the black wizards had already been harvested, and with the newly appointed Scrimgeour, he cared about this place very much and focused on attacking it.

Who would not be afraid of a place that has been looked after twice by Duvi Jones?

Even now, Voldemort was controlling his mind, telling him not to empathize with Dewey Jones.

Voldemort is still like this.

Those black wizards packed their bags and went home one by one.

Those who didn't go home almost died.

Even if it's a show, at least Duvi Jones really made a show.

Upside Down Alley is in shambles.

He's far more daring than the real Scrimgeour.

What did the real Scrimgeour do when Voldemort came?

He imprisoned Stan, that's right, the young man with freckles and pimples on his face, the young man who was the conductor of the Magic Express, and imprisoned him in Azkaban as a Death Eater, and refused to release him.

This incident became a joke.

Stan is a Death Eater?

How can it be?

More than one person laughed at this, and even Dumbledore was extremely disappointed with the Ministry of Magic because of this.

Everyone knows the Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic didn't dare to arrest them, they only dared to deceive themselves and others to take a harmless Stan to Azkaban and torture him for no reason.

Such a Ministry of Magic, what hope is there.

How could the Ministry of Magic be saved with such a man?
At the same time, Scrimgeour also held a disbelieving attitude towards Dumbledore. He believed that Dumbledore must know something, and was doing some activities because of this. He wanted Dumbledore to cooperate with him. Unfortunately, Dumbledore refused to cooperate with him. Ministry of Magic cooperation.

The old man found the Horcrux by himself and formed the Order of the Phoenix.

In desperation, Scrimgeour found Harry and wanted to turn Harry into a banner of rebels. Unfortunately, because of the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter didn't believe the Ministry of Magic either.

Among them is the "help" of Ms Umbridge.

A person who can call people, constantly writes bloodstains and insults on his hands with a quill pen, sits high above the top of the Ministry of Magic, such a Ministry of Magic, in the eyes of Harry Potter, is completely unbelievable .

If you want others to believe you, you have to show a little sincerity, don't you?

Duwei Jones knew this very well, so he used thunderous means to find all the people who could cooperate.

Dumbledore is someone who has to be won, and there are some people who should have belonged to the Ministry of Magic.

So, Duvi Jones knows it all.

Voldemort was apparated here, and he looked very emotional looking at the depressed scene here.

Only in front of Nagini will he reveal a part of his true self. ,

He held his wand casually between his fingers, talking as he walked.

"How emotional, Nagini, I came here when I just graduated."

"I have come here for two treasures, one of which is a relic of my ancestor, the great Slytherin."

"A lot of people don't understand me."

"But only I know, if anyone can find them, it's in Upside Down Alley."

"It's here, I've been here for a long time."

"Be an apprentice."

"At Borginbock Magic Shop."

"My guess is correct."

"I have to say that the owner of Bojinbok Magic Shop is a smart man with a businessman's mind. Even better, he is a pure-blood wizard. I used to feel ashamed because of my blood. I tried my best to prove myself."

"But sometimes, I don't understand what a pure-blood family represents."

"I was in school, and there were many classmates, those people, they adored me crazily, especially when I spoke Parseltongue."

"I'm a Slytherin."

He laughed.

"Extensive network, at that time, I knew that the pure blood family is still very strong, they are just dormant!
If I want to do something, then I must master the pure-blood family. "

"His connections are amazing. I met Mrs. Smith here, and I killed him."

Voldemort grinned.

While listening, Nagini dishonestly attacked a dark wizard on the side of the road. The dark wizard saw Voldemort's characteristic face and trembled. He was trembling, but Nagini still found out.

Nagini attacked him.

"No."

He wailed, but Nagini at this time, where is there any humanity?

It ate the Dark wizard, and Voldemort rolled his eyes sideways.

He also had no intention of leaving the dark wizard alive.

Except for Nagini, anyone who hears his secret should die.

"Well, you are still like that, and you don't want to listen to me properly."

said Voldemort.

"Oh, here we are."

He pointed at the Bojinbok shop with his wand and said, when he came here, the wind chimes in the Bojinbok shop also began to shake crazily.

Just like some people's hearts.

Voldemort didn't recite the spell, the door of Bojinbok's store opened, the Dark Lord walked in easily as if he was coming home, the tail of his robe swept across the ground, following his master in a silky way Enter the store door.

At first glance, Voldemort saw the empty Borginbock Magic Shop.

It seems that the owner of the shop knew the danger was coming and ran away ahead of time.

Voldemort grinned.

"Interesting, Mr. Bock, you used some magic props in your store reasonably, didn't you?
Counting from the time I left here, there are some other magic items in your store.

Why, after I resigned, did you find another clerk working for you?
How about their strength?

However, you seem to have forgotten that in front of me, some magic props are useless.

Especially before I help you recover some magic items, you should really reflect on your stupidity, Mr. Boginbock. "

said Voldemort, holding out his wand and drawing a circle in front of him.

It's that simple.

At this moment, many magic props on the ground began to twist, and in front of him, a person hiding in the shadows was forced to come out.

He was forcibly repelled from the fog!

Voldemort couldn't see him, but that didn't mean the snakes on the ground couldn't see him.

Under the powerful Transfiguration Curse, Mr. Bork had no way to resist Voldemort at all. He stood there tremblingly, not understanding what Voldemort was looking for him to do.

"I found you, Mr. Bork, how are you? Do you remember me?"

Voldemort seemed to have returned to the old place again, and came to the counter in a relaxed tone, looking at Bork and saying, "I'm Tom."

"Yes, yes, I remember you, Tom."

Little Bock struggled to follow Voldemort's words, but what he didn't expect was that when he pronounced Voldemort's real name, a poisonous snake unscientifically jumped up from the ground and bit him on the throat.

Venom spread!

Just a moment.

fatal!

He clutched his throat in pain, looked at Voldemort in shock, and lay down unwillingly. After a while, he became stiff.

died.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have called me by my first name, Mr Bork.

It is impolite to call someone by their first name directly in front of others.

This time, it's up to me to correct your behavior, Mr. Bock, and next time, don't do it again. "

Standing in front of the counter, he said sarcastically, "Learn your lesson, Mr. Bock.

May the next time you see me, we will have a great conversation. "

Flame burst from the tip of his wand, and red light blew through the Borginburg store, and Voldemort moved familiarly up into the sky, releasing the Dark Lord's Mark.

The air is cold and bitter, and near here is the burning of flames.

Above the sky, the solitary Mark of the Dark Lord indicated Voldemort's return.

Voldemort enjoyed it all.

Apparating, he takes himself and his snake and disappears.

He said nothing.

But he seems to have said everything.

Du Wei's foreshadowing in the early stage is completely consistent with his current behavior.

The terrifying Great Demon King will eventually return to the entire English magic world, no matter who it is, will tremble under his lust.

In this world, no place is safe.

No.

This world can only be ruled by one will, and this will is him, Voldemort.

Apart from pure blood families, there is no need for other wizards in this world.

And those filthy fantastical animals.

……

night.

Duvi Jones unleashes the handsome Mr. Lockhart.

"Have you made your choice, Lockhart?

You intend to die like a hero, with dignity.

Or, hide your name and spend the rest of your life. Although I don't know how to make you change your face, I think Muggles should understand this.

Have you read the book I showed you, a Muggle novel, Alexandre Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo?
I thought, if you want, I can call the Goblin Master and create a new face for you.

You can start your life again with a different name, and I can call someone from the Ministry of Magic and give you a different identity. "

Du Wei tapped his wand lightly, apple wood, unicorn tail hair, walked up and down in front of him, and asked.

Lockhart was in utter madness.

He grabbed his golden hair like sunshine with both hands, and the bloodshot eyes were extremely obvious.

Du Wei didn't urge him.

Even when walking, he slowed down his pace intimately, he understood Lockhart very well.

All tragedies come from dissatisfaction and gap.

Even Lockhart, who made a fool of himself, was not the only child in Lockhart's family, he was the youngest child in the family.

He has two older sisters above him.

However, he is the most beloved one in the family.

Because of his wizarding talent, he is the only one in his family who has the potential to become a wizard. His father is a Muggle and his mother is a witch.

He was the only one in the family who was likely to inherit the wizarding mantle, and because of this, his mother always favored him most.

"Lockhart, you're the best of the family, my boy."

"You will be a great wizard."

"There is no doubt, my child, that the entire wizarding world will be proud of you."

At that moment, Lockhart felt an unprecedented experience.

respect.

Pay attention to it.

All eyes.

Ah, what an intoxicating, cheering feeling that is, all eyes are on you, the usually serious father, the usually frowning mother because of trifles, his two The elder sisters all looked at him with extreme envy.

He is very satisfied.

"I'm the best."

Lockhart thought that he had already thought of his life in the school, everyone would be proud of him, everyone, including the greatest wizard in his mother's mouth, Dumbledore, would meet him in person.

communicate with him.

It's a pity that all of this has been turned into a dream. He underestimated the magic world too much. Even though the current magic world is not as good as it used to be, there are still many excellent people among those wizards.

The favored one he thought of, the attention he thought he had, did not exist at Hogwarts.

He was assigned to Ravenclaw, where he met many wise wizards, among whom he stood out.

The teachers didn't take him seriously.

Lockhart, who couldn't bear the gap, did many things that others seemed extremely stupid.

For example, write a letter to yourself.

For example, during the Quidditch game, release your own mugshot in the air in the form of fireworks.

His behavior was seen by the teachers.

Very pompous.

Even the evaluation of him has dropped a lot.

But Lockhart still enjoys it, he is not willing to be an ordinary person, he just wants to be a hero that everyone is looking forward to.

Therefore, Du Wei gave him a choice.

Either, really become a hero, even if it is death, or, he kills his former self, wipes away all his persistence, and tells him that he is an ordinary person.

Howling in pain, Lockhart's eyes seemed to be bleeding.

"Please, please," Lockhart begged Du Wei, clutching at the hem of his clothes, "give me a chance, give me a chance, I don't want to leave that suitcase, put me back in that suitcase." Suitcase, please, please!"

(End of this chapter)