The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 165 Yes, I am the Secret Keeper of James and Mrs. 【12】

War has nothing to do with Du Wei.

Du Wei was the one who started the war, but he was not the one who fought.

He looked at the person in front of him quietly, and put his wand aside.

"Didn't the goblin who sold you magic items tell you that wizards are the only ones who can defeat wizards?"

Du Wei sat in front of the banker and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Props are always dead things, my sir, you are like a gun in your hand."

His expression was very soft, with some innocent smiles, if he hadn't knocked the banker's dog unconscious on the ground, if he hadn't cut a big gash in the hand of the bank card, causing blood to flow.

He appeared more gentle and lovely.

The banker didn't speak, he felt cold all over his body.

His body temperature is gradually disappearing with the blood flowing from his hands.

Equally cold was his heart.

It's not that he doesn't know about wizards—on the contrary, the upper echelon of Muggles, the existence of wizards is not a secret, they have always been in contact with wizards.

Whether it is the goblins or the Ministry of Magic, they all have economic and information exchanges with Muggles.

Over the past few years, the Muggle students recruited by Hogwarts have not been completely separated from the world.

Even Dumbledore had a few Muggle friends.

In the words of Griphook, the underground vaults of some famous banks are guarded by magic.

Almost all relatively large underground vaults will have a "Xiuxiu expulsion spell" to ensure that this magical animal will not run into the bank's underground vault and disappear with all the gold coins and ancient coins.

These things are generally done by the Ministry of Magic.

Later, the goblins did everything for them, and the goblins delegated the qualifications for business access.Originally, only the prime minister and some famous ministers could obtain the friendship and help of wizards.

The goblins also brought in the rich businessman.

For money.

The blood dripped on the ground, hit the blanket, was absorbed, hit the gun, and shattered into pieces.

"How pretty, my friend."

Dewey said.

The banker did not speak.

He looked at Duvi Jones' face and swallowed nervously.

He knew that this person was a subordinate of a wizard called "Mysterious Man", and he was one of the most loyal lunatics of this wizard.

As for what the mysterious man was called, he didn't know, those ugly goblins were as cunning as him.

They are always cautious when dealing with each other. He knows that poor information is also one of the ways to make money.

Compared with high-level human beings like him, it is more difficult for bankers to obtain information from wizards.

On his body, he was wearing a magic vest that was said to be able to protect against a magic vest called [Soul Imperius Curse].

But the wizard in front of him didn't seem to want to use the [Imperius Curse] to deal with him.

When he realized that he was about to shoot, he swung the small stick in front of him and cut his hand.

Blood is flowing.

He is afraid of dying himself.

"Please," he begged the lunatic in front of him, wanting to get some help, "please, tell me to bandage the wound, even if you don't call the family doctor in, please tell me to bandage the wound myself."

He didn't dare to move. Before he moved, Du Wei had already warned him.

Duvi Jones took a sip of the coffee, took out the ordinary chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate the chocolate with a bulging cheek.

"not the right time yet."

Dewey said.

After sitting like this for five minutes, the banker felt he could talk.

He was already shivering with cold.

He was already showing signs of excessive blood loss.

He wanted to give it a go.

This feeling of being powerless while life is passing by is really too bad.

The banker can be sure that he can manipulate the wizard in front of him in the palm of his hand.

Never underestimate a successful banker.

Just ask him to speak.

"us……"

He opened his mouth, trying to speak dryly, but his mouth was blocked by a finger.

Du Wei's fingers were cold.

"Don't talk, sir, and keep quiet."

Du Wei said peacefully, "Don't affect what I'm listening to, the howling of the world.

Also, the symphony of blood. "

The banker swallowed and dared not speak.

Because the sorcerer picked up the small stick again and pointed it at his neck, as if as long as he spoke again, the sorcerer would erase his neck.

Du Wei sat here, looking at the watch in his hand, waiting for the dawn.

The farce he caused had only just begun.

This is a reminder.

He wanted to make the wizarding world feel the pain.

All of today's is just the first cut.

It was just the first cut that really saw blood.

Whether it is Grindelwald or Voldemort, neither of them has shaken the true foundation of the wizarding world.

The wizarding world has never felt pain.

this is not good.

Du Wei wanted these wizards to feel what real pain is.

He sat on the bed in the banker's bedroom somewhat cautiously, raised his feet, put his hands back and said, "I'm sorry, I just discovered it too.

Ugh, did I step on your expensive carpet.

I don't have the money to compensate you, or else, I'll kill you. "

Du Wei picked up his wand, pointed at the banker and said, "I'll kill you so I don't have to pay back the money."

"No no no!"

Even though his body was cold and his life was gone, the banker still had a strong desire to survive. Looking at the raised wand, he waved his hands in panic and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Mister Wizard, my carpet is worthless, don't use it!" compensation."

"That's it."

Du Wei looked obviously disappointed.

He put down his wand desolately and said, "Then tell me a story, Mr. Banker."

He pointed to Mr. Banker's waistcoat and said, "You don't even take off your waistcoat when you sleep, what's the secret, my sir.

Also, Mr. Banker, I have a question, how do you deal with goblins?
Tell me the news, and I'll bandage your wounds.

Of course, if you lie. "

Having said that, he casually took out a windproof lighter, opened it and said, "This is a lie detector, sir.

Its function is that if you lie, it will change color. "

Du Wei looked at the sweat gradually oozing from the banker's head, and said with a smile, "If it changes color suddenly."

Du Wei used [Cruciatus] on him.

"I will give you ten times the pain."

The banker was overwhelmed by the momentary pain and curled up on the bed. Du Wei kindly broke a piece of chocolate and handed it to the banker.

"Sir, eat this, eat this, you'll feel better."

The banker dared not refuse the chocolate.

He didn't know why his family was targeted by this lunatic.

he does not know.

Du Wei could not understand it too well.

Du Wei looked up at this high-end apartment. The whole apartment was decorated with many counter-curses. Du Wei came here to see who the counter-curses were for.

In this Muggle-inhabited area, there is a high-end apartment with traces of wizards, which looks quite curious.

……

West End.

Tonks raised his wand and cornered Peter Pettigrew.

"Speed ​​up!"

Tonks cast a spell on the screaming mouse in the corner.

Her mood reached the edge of a cliff at this moment.

The curse fell on the little mouse.

Under the amazed eyes of these Aurors, this little mouse quickly grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a wizard in tattered clothes.

It's Peter Pettigrew.

Pettigrew was screaming.

But he couldn't escape.

He's like a big mouse right now.

Lying on the ground, his nose was wet, and even behind his ass, there was a long, disgusting tail.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me...

I'm innocent, don't kill me, please, don't kill me. "

Peter Pettigrew didn't dare to look at people at all. He covered his eyes, screamed, and begged.

Tonks flicked her wand, and a rope erupted from the tip of her wand, binding Pettigrew.

Beside her, several Aurors were waiting for Death Eaters to attack.

Tonks stood still, making sure he could react immediately before Peter Pettigrew did anything.

After all, if he hadn't died, it wouldn't have been Sirius Black who had killed a dozen people on the street.

It is also possible that it was Peter Pettigrew who did this.

He was able to kill so many Muggles on the street.

He was also able to kill so many wizards here.

Pettigrew Peter curled up in the shadows, he kept talking, screaming, and begging tremblingly, but unfortunately, those Aurors didn't sympathize with him at all, and didn't believe him.

They went over and bound Peter Pettigrew, and a wizard, limiting his movements and magic powers.

"You, you can't do this, you can't take me.

Sirius Black will kill me, he is looking for me, he is looking for me, he will kill me, you can't do this, you have to protect me.

Sirius, he is the most terrifying minion of the mysterious man. "

He rambled on, and then he screamed, and even got rid of the Auror beside him, trying to rush to Tonks's side—probably because she was the only woman here, he wanted to catch Tonks' trouser leg, he wanted to beg Tonks.

But it was a pity that Tonks deftly dodged the dirty hand that Peter Pettigrew grabbed at him.

Several spells hit Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew finally became quiet.

Tonks crouched down.

She took out the Veritaserum.

The Auror on one side hesitated to speak.

"It's not in compliance."

An Auror said finally.

"I'm not an Auror now, remember? I got suspended by Fudge.

What I'm doing now, only represents myself.

Now, I want to illegally use potions on other people, is that okay?Are you going to catch me? "

The Auror pouted, shrugged helplessly, and turned around.

The same goes for the rest of the Aurors.

They pretended they didn't see it.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Tonks decisively pried open Peter Pettigrew's mouth, and poured three drops of Veritaserum into Peter Pettigrew's mouth under Peter Pettigrew's terrified eyes.

"Now, I ask you, and you answer."

Kneeling on one knee, Tonks grabbed Peter Pettigrew's sticky hair, and asked seriously: "The first question, are you the loyal secret keeper of James Potter and Lily Potter?"

This is the most important question.

The rest of the Aurors also looked at Peter Pettigrew upon hearing this.

Under everyone's complicated eyes, Peter Pettigrew is struggling, suffering, and fighting between heaven and man.

But his people, under the effect of the potion, still looked normal and said: "Yes, I am James and Lily's secret keeper."

(End of this chapter)