The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 281 Three Eighty Christmas, Judgment
"I'm your Christmas present, how about it, surprise, Draco?"

Du Wei sat across from him, and said to him, the pain in his heart was exerted on Malfoy, but it was less than one ten-thousandth of the pain in Mr. Malfoy's heart now.

The anger of being betrayed, or the anger of being played?
Du Wei didn't know, and he didn't need to.

He struggled to stand up and killed the man in front of him with his wand.

But, no.

The flames of hatred burned in Draco's eyes, and Duvi Jones sat across from him, taking his time.

"Your guess is not wrong at all."

"It was I who hurt your father."

"I was also the one who turned your father into a werewolf."

"I was the one who taught you how to kill werewolves."

"Your growth is all about me."

"Your hatred and your reliance are all on me."

Duvi Jones broke through these things, and Draco's eyes looked crazy like he was about to shed blood. He kept struggling in the carriage, but couldn't stand up.

The effect of elation, applied to him, is extremely effective.

"very good."

Duvi Jones looked at the thumping Draco Malfoy with satisfaction and said, "It's this look, yes, it's this look, only anger can bring unexpected power, Malfoy, this is what I use mine Face, something that education has given you.

Words from the heart of a teacher. "

He looked at Draco Malfoy and said easily: "Remember your anger today, remember all of this, and understand that only if you are alive can you take revenge.

I think Voldemort will definitely need a good Avenger.

Listen to him, know him, and in anger, know what you want, Draco.

From the beginning to the end, Voldemort only needs people who are useful to him, so Draco, try to be a person who is useful to him. This is my last advice to you as your teacher.

We will meet again.

But not now. "

Du Wei finally picked up the wand, pressed it against his forehead, brought out his memory, and put it in the memory bottle.

"Next time we meet," he said, "I'll return this to you, and I'm sure that day isn't too far away, Malfoy."

After extracting this memory, Draco Malfoy took a [faint] and passed out.

Wrapping his coat tightly, Du Wei looked at the snow-capped mountains outside, and apparated away.

He still has things to do.

He had a premonition that he would be very busy today.

As Director of Law Enforcement, he has a big event to preside over today.

To preside over the assembly for the trial of Mr. Nott.

And, this meeting is just the beginning.

He will routinely search for members of the Ministry of Magic to see if anyone has an affair with Voldemort. This is not without precedent. Last year, Draco Malfoy's father stuffed the diary that Voldemort gave him to keep in the into Miss Ginny Weasley's schoolbag.

If that counts as a school bag.

Over the years, Lucius Malfoy has continuously sent magic props involving black magic in his home to Bojinbok Magic Store to sell stolen goods.

Du Wei didn't mind, and continued this search tradition.

He didn't cajole Walker.

He was indeed planning to be ruthless.

Throwing those people from the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, wasn't this his ideal when he got out of prison?
He had made an appointment with Mr. Arthur Weasley to have afternoon tea at his house.

"Can you allow me, an old man who has no family, no children, and no one to depend on, to come to your house for a cup of tea?"

Earlier, he had said to Mr. Arthur Weasley that he was Mr. Arthur Weasley's boss in a way.

Immediate supervisor.

Mr. Arthur Weasley did not expect that Scrimgeour would ask him for afternoon tea and bluntly said that he was at the Burrow.

This is not considered polite behavior.

But fortunately, on the bright side, is this a notification?
Mr. Arthur Weasley, of course, agreed.

"Of course, you are welcome, Director."

Mr. Arthur Weasley said that they had finalized the time, and Du Wei stood in the forest, looking into the distance, like a long white snake - the snow fell on the Hogwarts Express, looking at the long white snake Leaving his eyes, Duvi Jones finally disappeared here completely. He put on Scrimgeour's hat and Scrimgeour's clothes again, and came to the Ministry of Magic.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the trial began.

Duvi Jones came to the host's position on time, and he swept towards the trial seat. This time, there were many more people from the Ministry of Magic on the trial seat, new faces that he had never seen before.

Old wizards, serious-looking middle-aged wizards, and some very old-looking wizards.

The same thing is that they wear a lot of medals.

Among them are the Knights of Merlin Medal, and the wizard members of the Anti-Dark Magic League. In Mr.'s words, "they are busy people".

In every trial seat, personnel are operable.

Every time Fudge recruits people, there are always more people who agree with his ideas.

But busy people can also communicate.

Especially in the context of Voldemort's recovery, Du Wei wrote them a letter in advance, and in a sincere tone, invited them to come to this "significant" trial.

And they did.

Dumbledore sat in the most prominent position among them.

Because Dumbledore's power is already amazing, what is said here is that he exercises his power normally.

Seeing Scrimgeour looking at him, Dumbledore nodded slightly to the wizard.

Duvi Jones also nodded slightly to the Headmaster.

"Thank you, thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to the Ministry of Magic and participate in a trial. I think I have told you in advance what a despicable deal this is. Under our noses, Nuo Mr. Te, in collusion with Voldemort..."

The door opened, and Mad-Eye Moody grabbed Mr. Nott with one hand, like a chicken, and brought him in.

Du Wei's voice continued, "...So, today we are gathered here to personally witness the shattering of a criminal deal, even though Mr. Nott swears that he is not a Death Eater."

Duwei Jones looked at Mr. Nott and said, "However, from the very beginning, I was the first person to discover this matter."

He said: "I have enough evidence here to prove that Mr. Nott communicated with Voldemort."

(End of this chapter)