The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 250 Strength Order!
Official affairs should be led by the official.

When the goblin said that the Ministry of Magic had all the disposal rights of Gringotts.

The Ministry of Magic better really have full disposition of Gringotts.

Du Wei looked at these wizards and goblins on the ground, stretched out his wand, and the wine floated from their glasses, and finally turned into ribbons, binding everyone here.

A little bit of metamorphosis.

If he is strong enough, he can conjure these ribbons out of thin air.

After capturing everyone here, he started calling people from the Ministry of Magic.

Soon, the strikers and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came over, and although Mr. Scrimgeour was not yet the Director of Law Enforcement, everyone could see that Ms. Burns was determined to help him up.

The Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic is Ms Burns' domain.

It was only a matter of time before Mr Scrimgeour became the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Bob took out a colorful handkerchief and kept wiping away his sweat.

"You look tense, Bob, would you like some? There's mint leaves in this, it's refreshing."

Scrimgeour handed over his pipe.

"No."

Bob refuses.

He looked at the situation with a bitter face, hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and reminded: "Mr. Scrimgeour, isn't this a bit too much?"

"I will bear all the consequences."

Scrimgeour stared at Bob and said, "It's only the beginning, Bob, it's only getting there.

Not even the stormy top note, my friend.

If anyone comes to you, you tell them to come to me, remember, anyone, including Ms. Burns. "

Hearing Scrimgeour's resolute voice and seeing his unwavering appearance, Bob's lips twitched, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

Thousands of words, turned into a sentence, "I wish you good luck, Scrimgeour."

Bob, as captain of the hitters, knew a few things.

He knew that the people behind these goblin bars were not simple, but since Scrimgeour had said so, he would not remind Scrimgeour again to spoil the scenery.

Scrimgeour would be his boss anyway.

Don't question your boss's actions.

This is the survival philosophy of a veteran in the workplace.

If a Director of Law Enforcement couldn't deal with goblins.

Bob felt like things were getting a little out of hand.

He believed that Scrimgeour also knew how to measure.

So he walked in silently, led his strikers, captured the goblin and wizard lying here separately, and led them out of Diagon Alley.

This is really a lot of attention.

Several newspaper offices were very excited.

This is big news.

Du Wei stood at the door, leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe. There were mint leaves in the shredded tobacco. Du Wei stared at the people outside. It was not the time ahead. After waking up, Narcissa and the Death Eaters were walking towards this side. , Seeing that this place was taken over by someone, he didn't get close, took a look at it from a distance, and left.

Diagon Alley started to snow.

Duwei's khaki clothes gradually covered up under the heavy snow.

As for the goblin, the goblin should already know about it by now.

Du Wei didn't know if these goblins were in a hurry, but he knew that some wizards were definitely in a hurry, because among the wizards he caught, there were some pure-blood wizards who had contact with Voldemort.

Capture these people and go back.

Those wizards would be terrified.

Of course Du Wei knew what kind of criticism he would encounter.

But isn't this what he expected?

'The game has just begun. '

Du Wei was smoking a pipe, and while the smoke was curling up, he picked up all the cards scattered on the ground, and watched Bob bring all the goblins and people back to the Ministry of Magic with his own eyes.

During this period, he did not wait for the goblin.

"It's considered interesting for you."

Du Wei said that on the way back, everyone at the Leaky Cauldron looked at Scrimgeour.

"Have a glass of wine, any wine will do."

Dewey said.

Old Tom gave Du Wei a glass of wine.

"What mistake did they make?"

asked old Tom, and all ears pricked up, wanting to know what wrong these people had done.

"An adulterous Death Eater."

Du Wei said bluntly, and Old Tom trembled.

This is what Du Wei wanted. After drinking, Du Wei put the cup on the table.

"So old Tom, there's a storm coming."

Du Wei stood up, glanced at the people around and said: "After I go back, I will submit a legal opinion draft as the director of the Auror office. From now on, the death penalty will be restored. Death eaters should not be thrown in Azkaban, they should be beheaded by the sword!

Like the Muggle Emperor of France.

At the same time, I will apply for the release of the Unforgivable Curse on the Aurors. The war is about to begin, ladies and gentlemen. "

He pulled up his hat, adjusted his clothes, and straightened his tie.

"Hopefully after this war, I can see you and you can see me.

If this time, I can't succeed.

Then please don't bury my body. "

He noticed a golden beetle hiding in the dark, put the pipe in his mouth, and Duvi Jones strode away.

He had just left the Leaky Cauldron when there was a loud noise from the Leaky Cauldron.

Like a boiling cauldron.

This is what Du Wei wants.

He returned to the Ministry of Magic, and Du Wei did not see Ms. Burns.

Ms Burns was still at Hogwarts.

He saw a nasty, repulsive pink toad.

She stopped on the road, showing a disgusting, sweet smile.

Du Wei took a puff of cigarettes in her face.

Very frivolous gesture.

The pink toad is furious!
"Do you know what you're doing, Mr Scrimgeour? Are you harassing a lady?"

Dewey laughed.

No answer.

"First of all, you are not a lady, and I may not be a gentleman."

"Secondly, you should be thankful, Umbridge."

Du Wei said quietly: "You are a half-breed, not a Death Eater, otherwise, I would have thrown you into Azkaban long ago.

People like you are more hateful than Death Eaters! "

Umbridge's chest heaved in anger, her face flushed, and she looked at Scrimgeour viciously.

"I've taken your words down, Mr Scrimgeour!"

She yelled loudly at Scrimgeour's back.

"You will pay for what you did."

"cost?"

Scrimgeour said without looking back: "Don't make me greet you in slang, Umbridge, show you some dignity!
Since I came back from the island. "

He didn't say the next thing, and Umbridge was furious, and didn't delve into the meaning behind the sentence.

Umbridge, or Scrimgeour, didn't go any further.

What he wanted to say was.

Since returning from my small island.

I had no intention of going back alive.

Umbridge was furious, but Scrimgeour really ignored her, and there was really nothing she could do.

Everyone tore their faces.

Umbridge was so angry that he could only go to others to test the pressure.

……

English Ministry of Magic.

trial room.

Du Wei sat on one side, beside him were a few old Aurors,
These Aurors have similar qualifications as Dawlish, but their paper results are not as good as Dawlish, and more importantly, their actual combat effectiveness is not satisfactory.

Barely satisfying.

It is estimated that it is slightly stronger than Dawlish, not much stronger.

Not as famous as Dali Shida.

They could fight the Death Eaters, but after seeing Karkaroff, Bella and her husband, brother-in-law, they were powerless. If they could escape from these top Death Eaters, it would be considered a success.

But that's enough.

Because they were the ones who really fought against the Death Eaters.

It's the fighter Du Wei needs!

In front of him, was a wizard.

For the rest, those goblins were imprisoned, and now these dark wizards and a colleague are being interrogated.

Dark wizard, the rest are interrogating.

Only this wizard, Scrimgeour, came in person.

"Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, Goblin Liaison Office."

Du Wei sat behind the desk. Although it was called an interrogation room, the environment was okay, with pure white floor tiles and ceilings. His colleagues from the Ministry of Magic sat on the opposite side, and Du Wei and several Aurors sat here.

There are no instruments of torture.

The Ministry of Magic doesn't really need any instruments of torture. There is no conclusive evidence to use torture on colleagues.

In the current Ministry of Magic, no.

It's just that this colleague still has a lot of shackles tied to his hands, which are magic props specially designed to restrict magic.

Of course, this magic item also has a limit.

They have the largest and strongest restraints, and they can only fight against ordinary Ministry of Magic staff.

Wizards like Scrimgeour, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody have many ways to escape this kind of bondage.

Just use the transformation spell.

Not to mention other weird spells.

The colleague from the Ministry of Magic in front of him.

He looks disturbed.

Keep your mouth shut and say nothing.

Sitting opposite him, Du Wei continued to add shredded tobacco to the pipe, and took out a flat wine jug and placed it on the table in front of him.

He looked like a real post-war veteran, one of those war-wounded veterans with traumatic stress syndrome.

A weakened version of Mad-Eye Moody.

In this regard, the Aurors expressed their understanding. After everyone escaped from death, there were some "little" problems.

Just smoking and drinking that doesn't count as binge drinking.

It's not a problem anymore.

"Mind if I have some, both of you?"

Du Wei also asked the two people around him. Both of them shook their heads, indicating that they didn't mind. Du Wei lit his pipe, and under the curling smoke, Du Wei picked up the documents at hand, glanced at them, and said; "Don't want to say anything, Calf?"

Calff didn't say anything, he stubbornly bent his neck and stared at Scrimgeour.

"I just drank a glass of wine. You can't treat me like this there. I am also an operator of the Ministry of Magic."

He said.

Hearing this, Du Wei tilted his head, stood up, took a puff of the pipe, and suddenly threw the information in his hand forcefully on the face of the operator of the goblin liaison office named Calf!

"Snapped!"

Resound!

(End of this chapter)