The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 278 Christmas in the third grade

What does Du Wei need?
Du Wei needs some magical animals that are prohibited from import and export by the International Magic Cooperation Department, and some less legal "tricky props". At least these things are much more reliable than magic spells.

Some so-called tricky props, even Aurors, can't handle them.

For example, the stealth smoke bombs exported by Peru.

It can make people unable to find the trace of the other party. Of course, the caster in the smoke bomb can't see anything.

You can only use another kind of magic or props to see the scene in front of you clearly.

If he remembered correctly, Mr. Malfoy used the hand of glory back then.

After a burn, you can only see the light by yourself.

Such things are not only available in Peru, but also in Japan, and there are also some Egyptian "tricky props".

They are just as scary.

The significance of these things is that it takes years to train a qualified archer, but it takes months to train a group of farmers who line up to be shot.

The same is true for magic spells. It takes almost seven years to train a qualified wizard.

This is the time when several wizards were researched. An 11-year-old little wizard who knows nothing spent seven years in school. At that time, he could finally be called a qualified wizard.

But after graduation, use it or lose it.

Some Squibs, some housewives—not all housewives were Mrs. Weasley, and some Ministry of Magic operatives, who had long since forgotten what war was like after a long period of peace.

They can't cast any advanced spells either.

For example, a certain kind of spell that is very useful, armor protection.

They need something that looks ridiculous, like tricks, to protect their own safety.

Not all Death Eaters are Dolohov, Bella, and Barty Jr. That is the wizarding world, except for the most powerful Voldemort and Dumbledore, the first echelon.

More people are at the same level as Gore and Crabbe in the school.

That's a high level.

After all, they are also the ones who can cast the Fiercefire Curse.

Using these things can hinder them to a certain extent, so that those wizards who are hunted down can escape with a chance.

"If you want peace, you must prepare for war, don't you, Aberforth.

We fight and sacrifice for people like your sister to live safely, don't we?The world will be at peace.

After we die.

After Voldemort died. "

Duwei Jones said in a low voice, he seemed to want to touch Ariana's face, the girl hid shyly, and the old lion smiled ecstatically.

His hand was still halfway out, and Aberforth was watching him from behind him.

"Goodbye."

Duvi Jones didn't look back, and he didn't try to touch anything again.

He waved his hand and disappeared into the Pig's Head Bar.

Aberforth closed the door.

He also sat in his seat in a daze.

He didn't speak either.

Looking at the portrait of his sister, Aberforth was in a daze. After a long while, he stood up, closed the door of the Pig's Head Bar, and disappeared.

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Diagon Alley.

Scrimgeour finally appeared in this place, looking at the extinguished fire, and questioning the beaters beside him.

It was poor little Walker.

"How is it, I mean, how is it burning?"

"It's not the Fiercefire Curse."

Walker swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the Dark Lord's mark in the sky was still there, this time, no one dispelled it, Walker said carefully: "So this flame only burned a little place, and it was burned by the Bojinbok store." The curse, crushed.

Not a good thing.

Bok's body is still inside, bitten by a poisonous snake. "

Du Wei walked in and saw the dead Bojinbok magic shop owner, Little Bok.

"Take away the corpse and the magic items."

There is nothing to investigate at the scene. Everyone knows who committed such a murder, but everyone is powerless and helpless.

"You don't need to stay here anymore, we will all hear news of death in the next time, this is not a good thing.

Powerless, knowing who is killing people, knowing who is going to die, and even, in the next second, we are the ones who may die, but we have nothing to do, right? "

Duvi Jones said: "Voldemort is destroying evidence, I think we have to speed up the cleanup."

Walker pretended not to hear what the director said.

But it was obvious that the director had no intention of letting him go after he said this.

"You have some friends, don't you? I inquired about your resume. It is excellent. You graduated from Hogwarts with honors. Your mother is a Muggle, your father is a wizard, and you entered Hufflepuff.

Very good house, as far as I know, Hufflepuff, no one is currently a Death Eater.

After you became an adult, to be precise, in the second year of entering the Ministry of Magic, you taught yourself and learned the Patronus Charm. Into Azkaban.

Excellent resume, I think, they should tell you that after being stationed in Azkaban, you will be promoted, right?

But how can you get promoted?
You who are stationed in Azkaban have no possibility to move forward, but you have done nothing, but you are next to Fudge's Umbridge and become your boss.

Oh, now she is similar to me. Although she is not the director, she has a very high status. Do you think that such a person will resist Voldemort?

After Voldemort came to power, Walker, you are not a pure-blood family, maybe you and I should be buried together, if Voldemort still has this kindness. "

He didn't speak, but patted the kid's shoulder heavily.

"If you think about it, come to me."

He strode out, and after a while, a large number of strikers sent these things to the Ministry of Magic. Du Wei looked at the disappearing cabinet, watched these magic items go into storage, and silently closed his eyes.

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.

It's almost time to prepare the gift.

He picked up the file at hand again, and carefully read the words on it. He felt the undercurrent of the Ministry of Magic. Even Ms. Burns was frightened by this undercurrent. She sat in the office without saying anything. Say.

Both the striker and the Auror began to shrink gradually.

They stopped extending outwards, and Mrs. Malfoy left the Ministry, bag in hand.

Draco Malfoy looked at Professor Snape in front of him with a pale face, and Professor Snape's eyes were also extremely serious.

This year's Christmas, even the children can't feel any atmosphere.

Harry could only release the pressure of having nothing to say during the Quidditch training game. Ron was still so heartless, practicing wizard chess hard, and Hermione's doubts were getting heavier. As for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore destroyed all Horcruxes in his hands, except Harry!
(End of this chapter)