The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 293 Christmas, Address
The messy night has not passed yet.

There is still some time before dawn, and everyone is very busy.

The night of Christmas is extraordinarily long.

No candy, no treats, no popping ribbons.

For these Ministry of Magic operatives, there are only biting cold winds, and snowflakes that mischievously get into their collars from time to time.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel very upset.

But, no one complained.

Even Mr. Arthur Weasley worked extremely hard.

"There is no trace of Muggle so-called technology, yes, ma'am, you can trust me on these professional things."

He swore to Ms. Burns.

Ms. Bernsch's face sank under the raging fire.

This night, no one in the entire wizarding world will be safe.

So did Arthur.

He was very anxious, seeing Voldemort's departure with his own eyes, he thought of the dark times more than ten years ago.

Thinking of leaving his brothers.

Whether they are on the scene or not, whether they know about it, or they don’t know about it—of course, there are not many people who don’t know about it. It has almost the same effect as telling the world. Everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic is a sieve.

As long as there is news, everyone will know.

Everyone knows that An Sheng's life has completely left them.

Now, what is about to appear in front of them is the recovery of the darkness more than ten years ago.

Everyone who has experienced that era shudders.

Fortunately, under the prestige of Ms. Bernshi, everyone has some motivation, knowing that they should do something.

Just like now.

Investigate the scene, appease the people, and connect with Muggles.

An operator from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Beasts came to confirm that it was Dragon Fire, and he still looked professional.

"This should be the flame of the Lion Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail, Professor."

said the clerk.

But when he spoke, he looked puzzled, looking at Professor Dumbledore, he hesitated to speak.

"If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it, it's just the two of us here.

I think I have done some research on dragons. I mean, I may be able to understand some of the technical terms you speak.

Hehehe, let's talk. "

The tall Dumbledore looked around.

He obviously didn't see the operator's expression, but he already knew the operator's doubts.

"This is not in line with the rules, Professor Dumbledore," he was not polite when he heard Professor Dumbledore say this, and he expressed his doubts: "Yes, Professor, I think we all know that every A kind of dragon can only spit out a kind of flame, which was already concluded in the book when I was in school.

By the way, Professor Dumbledore, our teaching books have not changed. "

said the clerk.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "It hasn't changed, but some new works by Mr. Newt Scamander have been added, but in Mr. Newt's new works, this conclusion has not been overturned."

Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye Moody go underground to see where the dragonfires are buried.

Dumbledore was left to stand where Duvi Jones had died.

He refuses to leave here.

Chat with this Ministry of Magic operative.

Dumbledore said meaningfully: "It's against the rules, yes, I think so too.

If I mean if, it's a potion.

So, according to your experience, can this kind of potion cause such consequences? "

"I've never heard of this kind of thing, professor. If he can really make this thing, then he should be the recipient of the first class medal of the Knights of Merlin. We shouldn't know his name."

The operator explained dryly. He squatted on the ground, rolled up Duvi Jones' ashes with his hands, and couldn't help saying, "This flame is really powerful."

"Yeah, yeah, it's like this, it's so powerful that it doesn't seem like something naturally owned."

Dumbledore echoed, and said thoughtfully.

He already has an idea.

About investigating the dragon fire here.

If someone in the wizarding world could really create such a thing, and the maker was a wizard, then it would not be difficult for Professor Dumbledore to find him.

If he ever wanted to use this invention to become famous in one fell swoop, then it would be easier to investigate.

Because if a wizard wants to become famous with an invention, then what he must do is to apply for the Merlin Knights Medal.

Write a letter and send it with an owl to the Knights of Merlin, Standing Committee.

Accept the scrutiny of those old wizards.

If it is finally reviewed, this thing is indeed a novel and creative item for the magic world.

Then, the committee will send them medals to recognize their inventions.

Of course, the Merlin Medal does not have to be obtained in this way.

This is just one of the means.

Like the wizard who recently received the Order of Merlin, Second Class.

He has gained both fame and fortune because of the creation of Wolfsbane Potion.

It just so happened that Dumbledore had a good relationship with those old wizards.

Among these old wizards, there are also teachers who have given Dumbledore exam questions.

Just as Dumbledore was thinking.

Scrimgeour's voice also came from underground.

interrupted his thoughts.

Scrimgeour's voice echoed and was a little dull.

"Professor Dumbledore, Lady Burns, please come here.

Here's some fun stuff that I hope you guys get to see for yourself. "

he shouted.

Dumbledore and Ms. Burns came to the bombed underground, which is an underground sewage pipe, extremely dirty, but Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye Moody stood here without any shyness, carefully investigating the situation here. everything.

Mad-Eye Moody's cuties, scattered all over the place, are looking for any suspicious signs.

Fortunately, they also know how to use magic to block some sewage and stench.

Calling them doesn't look particularly disrespectful.

"This thing," Scrimgeour said, handing a metal plate to Ms. Burnsch, "Minister, I think you'll be interested in it."

"what is this?"

Ms. Bernsch saw the metal plate and rubbed it lightly.

Very clean, with a kind of sharpness unique to metal.

There are text engraved on it.

It is an industrial park address in the West End of London.

There is also a company name written on it.

"It was discovered from the underground waterway, and it was well protected by magic.

It seems that someone intends to tell us something, what is important, its material, the minister, the professor. "

Du Wei reminded them.

"Magic gold."

Ms. Burns said that magic gold has a very good effect of isolating magic, and it is perfect for knight armor. In the Middle Ages, wizards suffered a lot from it.

"Yes, magic gold, I think, no matter who put this thing here, I think we should go and have a look, even if it is a trap."

Scrimgeour said.

Ms. Burnsham pondered for a moment, without looking at Dumbledore.

"Then go and have a look, bring more Aurors there, and be careful."

　After reading the previous article, I recovered my brain, started papering, and worked hard
　　
　
(End of this chapter)