The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 287
The goblins struggled to straighten their bodies. Burying landmines is a technical job, especially this kind of landmines with some ancient rune engraved on them, which can block the perception of some wizards and wizards' props. A very troublesome job.

This is a new toy for the goblins, and they have been preparing for a long time.

Unlike wizards, goblins are always thinking carefully about how to deal with those wizards.

Kill those wizards.

The wizard thought that depriving the goblin of the power to use the wand would make the goblin unable to resist forever.

But the truth is, wealth is also a kind of power.

Goblins and werewolves are completely different.

For this reason, goblins combine Muggle technology and magic. Except for Duvi Jones, goblins can be said to be the group that knows wizards and Muggles best.

Magic mines.

The new stuff they prepared was just a pity that it didn't have any effect other than killing a few very old and stubborn wizards and experimenting with the effect.

They haven't been used on members of the Ministry of Magic yet.

Dense mines covered the pier, enough to blow up everyone except the top wizards.

Today should be their first show in London.

The Muggle Repelling Charm ensured that no Muggles would spoil the fun while they were on the move.

Death Eaters are not Aurors, not everyone will be on their own, just like Duvi Jones, brush 30 layers of "armor protection" anytime, anywhere.

Death Eaters are just dark wizards with powerful magic.

Duvi Jones stuffed his own hair into the flagon and shook it a little bit. In this way, a Polyjuice Potion with his own hair was completed.

He finished these preparations in silence, the surrounding was very quiet, only the black notebook on his chest was constantly chattering.

On this pier full of people, make some noise.

The locomotive looked at Duvi Jones obsequiously.

Everything is ready.

"Let's all leave."

Duvi Jones dispersed the rest, not sure if Voldemort would show up tonight, nor would he keep the goblins.

These goblins are still useful.

Tons and tons of bombs were buried at the pier, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Death Eaters.

London also began to snow heavily, and the whole family was happy on Christmas Eve.

It's just a little windy.

Du Wei sat alone in the wind, talking to himself in the notebook.

Talk to yourself.

It's almost the end.

Duvi Jones knows what's coming tomorrow.

The escape of Death Eaters, especially a group of Death Eaters like Bella, will cause an uproar in the magic world.

This will be big news.

Duwey Jones knew how dangerous it was.

The largest and only prison in the English magic world, a prison escape occurred.

All the Death Eaters loyal to Voldemort escaped from prison.

Public opinion will instantly build up pressure, and it will build up against the newly appointed Minister and the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. If one is not handled well, either Scrimgeour or Ms. Burns will always step down and take the blame and resign.

This is what Du Wei wants.

crisis!

Under the complete and lifeless order, the subversive effect Du Wei wanted could not be formed.

What Du Wei wanted was a terrible crisis.

In crisis, there is opportunity.

Tonight, there will be another action.Aurors and strikers from the Ministry of Magic, led by Bob, will attack the goblin's department.

It's not the goblin from Gringotts. Du Wei knows that the goblin from Gringotts is dormant towards Voldemort, but that needs evidence.

The wizards didn't realize that even if they did something to some goblins now, they needed an excuse.

Du Wei is looking for evidence tonight.

Not much time left.

Du Wei stroked the black leather around him, like stroking the monster books of monsters, and touched down from the spine of the black notebook. The book was opened, but the curse that popped out made Du Wei frown.

Why, there are curses in his book?
He can't even do magic, why would he curse?

Just as he was thinking, a small boat finally docked. Du Wei put away the books, saw the boat docked, and saw the Death Eaters get off the boat. Even after more than ten years, Bella's face was like It was the same as yesterday.

Du Wei stood in the darkness without any movement.

He lowered his hand, and the wand slipped from his sleeve into his hand. Du Wei tilted his head and glanced into the distance.

A man, wearing the same black robe as him, came here.

It wasn't Apparation or Apparition, he carried two people like a cloud of black mist, a kind of magic that Du Wei had never seen before.

Voldemort.

He was accompanied by two servants, one was an old face, Peter Pettigrew, and the other was Draco Malfoy, a third-year Hogwarts student who was about the same age as Peter Pettigrew.

Draco Malfoy was pale and trembling because of fear.

Draco Malfoy couldn't describe what happened next.

Because it all happened so fast.

He just stood still in place, because of this strange magical space transfer, he was still a little nauseous and a little fainted.

Didn't see what was happening in front of him.

The explosion, the deafening explosion sound, resounded in his ears.

The shock wave swept towards him mercilessly.

He fell to the ground as if hit hard by some kind of magic, his ears hurting.

Beside him, someone was screaming.

It was Pettigrew next to him screaming, but Draco Malfoy's ears hurt, he didn't know anything, his head was empty.

He just lay on the ground and didn't know anything.

And it seems that the shock wave or the explosion hurt his cochlea—maybe the rest of the place, the unbearable dizziness made him retch "wow", Voldemort was roaring, what, he does not know.

He raised his head slightly, and saw a person walking out of the darkness and the firelight.

He was dressed in black robes like Voldemort, with a book in one hand and a wand in the other.

It seemed that he saw someone looking at him.

The man held the book in his hand, stretched out an index finger, and put it next to his lips.

Under the firelight, Draco Malfoy could see the man's face clearly.

Dewey Jones.

"Shh."

he said softly.

Draco Malfoy passed out.

He was hit by an invisible [stunning] blow.

The world is quiet.

Voldemort looked at Duvi Jones who came out, and raised the wand in his hand.

No pleasantries, just "Avada Kedavra"!
With a shrill cry, the green light hit the poisonous snake in front of Du Wei. The snake fell to the ground without even twitching. Du Wei picked up his wand.

【Remove your weapon】!
(End of this chapter)