The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 302 Collection
When a lunatic tries to stir up the lifeless stinking ditch of the wizarding world, it can always turn up unimaginable storms.

Especially when he attracts a group of frustrated but ambitious people.

"While we're churning, it's easy to bring out some of the stuff that's silted up at the bottom of the gutter, I mean, the stinky mud.

Also like now. "

It was still dark in many parts of the streets of London.

The street lights were strangely off.

There are also some places, where the Muggles have not noticed, some of the Ministry of Magic's operatives are almost out in force.

Responsible for eliminating the possible impact of upcoming things.

It was less than an hour before the Daily Prophet was published.

Diagon Alley, inside the office of the Daily Prophet, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet held a sample issue and called the writer of the headline, Ms. Rita Skeeter.

The editor-in-chief, an old wizard, looks majestic in a yellow striped suit, purple tie, and tortoiseshell eyeglass frames, sitting behind a desk on which a mischievous quill is writing by itself The rejection letter, seeing Ms. Rita Skeeter, he did not ask Ms. Skeeter to sit down.

He frowned, staring at the explosive headline of the sample magazine, watching the terrifying content, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, intending to put some pressure on Ms. Skeeter.

From time to time he peeked at Ms. Skeeter over his spectacles.

Rita took a sneering look at the old wizard's silly trick.

"What's the matter with calling me here, editor-in-chief?"

Rita took the initiative to break the embarrassing atmosphere, the editor-in-chief put down the sample issue, shook his head and said, "That's right, about your front page headlines and content, I read your report, about the escape of Death Eaters. You are allowed to report.

However, regarding the matter of goblins, it is a big matter, and we need to be cautious.

Rita, you need to revise this news, but at this time, I suggest you move this news to tomorrow morning after revision.

Please forgive me for doing this, I hope you don't think I'm making things difficult for you, it's the principle, it's the rule, Rita.

Hope you understand.

I need to control the rhythm of the news, Rita, your news is a little too much. "

The editor-in-chief looked majestically at Rita Skeeter in front of him, looking extremely serious. It seemed that he wanted to tell Ms. Rita Skeeter with his expression that this was a serious matter.

However, he changed his mind and thought that Rita was the guarantor of the sales of his newspaper, so he slowed down his tone again, trying to comfort Rita and said: "I know what you mean, Ms. Rita, this is indeed big news, but you I know, someone greeted me."

He pointed in the direction of the Ministry of Magic with his finger.

Indicates that this is what the Ministry of Magic means.

"So we can completely replace this news with another news that is hot enough, Rita, unfortunately, your news has been taken down.

As compensation, Rita, how about the next issue? "

The editor-in-chief seemed to be discussing with her, but in fact he was informing the other party.

In a newspaper office, the editor-in-chief is the absolute decider of the content of the newspaper.

Unfortunately, Rita Skeeter, doesn't seem to understand what he means.

She looks extra stupid today.

She cocked her little finger, raised her eyes, and with a smile on her lips, she said coquettishly, "I don't think I understand what you mean, Mr. Editor-in-Chief." Rita Skeeter's big eyes blinked and blinked behind the glasses: "You mean, I can't post this news, do you?"

"I'm afraid so."

The editor-in-chief stared at Rita Skeeter and said, "Do you have any comments on this? Ms. Rita, if not, I'm going to work, and you can leave first."

The editor-in-chief intends to evict Rita Skeeter.

"No, I mean, not at all, Mr. Editor."

He originally thought that he would continue to entangle with Rita for some time, but unexpectedly, Ms. Rita Skeeter did not refute.

She walked out with a smile on her face.

This made the editor feel uneasy.

He knew that Rita Skeeter was someone who would not give up so easily.

So, what happened to make Ms. Rita Skeeter so talkative?

The editor-in-chief doesn't think it's because of his majesty. His majesty is enough to frighten some newcomers. For old fritters like Rita, his majesty has no effect at all.

Just when he was lost in thought, at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, a large group of hitters and Aurors were standing on the street. They stood together in twos and threes, waiting for the director to arrive.

"It's a cold day, isn't it, Bob."

Kingsley said that he was wearing his own floral hat and an exaggerated big gold earring, and he turned sideways and lowered his head to ask Bob, the batter captain beside him, if he knew what was going on here this morning.

"Maybe we should have a glass of whiskey, the goddamn weather, if we stay here, we might freeze a man to death, maybe we should have a little enchantment, how about the flames?"

He was clearly joking.

Beside him, Bob muttered something.

He and Kingsley stood together, forming a perfect height difference.

Scrimgeour had not told them what they were gathering here tonight.

However, everyone is not a fool.

They can all imagine what they gathered here for.

There's nothing like Gringotts, worthy of their full force.

This time, except for Dawlish and a few Ministry of Magic operatives who were protecting the Prime Minister, the rest of the Aurors and strikers were all called back.

Kingsley is also well aware of this.

He was just joking with Bob.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird and dignified.

Especially Mad Eye Moody.

He noticed that several batters were very particular about their standing positions, and their positions could make them stun many Aurors and batterers present in a short time.

They looked like they were planning to pour all their firepower on their own people.

Rather than saying it was a preparation task, it was more like planning to suppress the boxing arena.

Mad-Eye Moody was crazy, he wasn't stupid, he poured a little drink into his mouth, and leaned on a cane to come to a striker.

Should it be called Walker?

He reminded each other.

"It's not professional enough, kid. If you stand like this, there may be blind spots."

Walker panicked when someone gave him the word out, but soon, Mad-Eye Moody was standing by his side.

He was shoved by Mad-Eye Moody.

"Stupid young man, you should stand like this."

He chose a place to stand, and said in a low voice: "Here, it's much more convenient for you to do it. See, here, you can attack Aurors in the first place, and you can also prevent other people's attacks. Here , you only need to face one side of the enemy, understand?"

After finishing speaking, Mad-Eye Moody asked: "Speaking of which, who told you to do this?
Rufus Scrimgeour? "

(End of this chapter)