The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 261 The pirates' revenge method is

Scrimgeour's words brought a rare laugh to the people in the Hog's Head.

Everyone laughed.

Although there are some people who are a little uncomfortable and dare not laugh out loud.

But they did feel joy.

This thing is too sweet.

A senior bureaucrat of the Ministry of Magic, the director of the Auror Office, who should be the representative of the most powerful armed force, would choose to come here to find a buddy.

That's the director of the Auror office!

Aberforth laughed too.

He hehe laughed, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"What are you kidding? Scrimgeour."

He questioned the delirious Ministry bureaucrat.

Du Wei swept over the laughing people, and those people stopped laughing immediately.

Hagrid didn't smile, Hagrid pretended that these things had nothing to do with him, he picked up the wine glass and poured some for himself.

Du Wei stared at Aberforth in front of him, and Aberforth also stared at him. Their eyes met in the void in front of them, and Aberforth's expression gradually became formal.

He stopped smiling.

"You really think so. Did you really come up with this ridiculously stupid idea?"

He hummed in a low voice, and Duvi Jones drank a little of the fire whiskey again, and responded to him: "Why should I deceive you? Aberforth, do I look like a clown?"

he asked Aberforth, pointing to his face.

Aberforth didn't answer the question, but judging by his expression, he probably said, "Yes".

Duvi Jones said slowly: "Come to some private space, Aberforth, I have something to tell you."

Aberforth picked up his wand and knocked on the table, just this time, it seemed that an invisible fog shrouded them.

Even Hagrid, who was close at hand, couldn't see clearly what the two were doing.

Not to mention the rest of the people.

He enveloped the two of them in a fog, and asked impatiently: "Okay, what exactly do you want to say? You can say it now, and no one should be able to hear it."

Aberforth said.

"I have asked about you, Aberforth Dumbledore. Although it is a bit difficult, your information is not difficult to find. The most famous pub in the whole of England has your information. The owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Abu Si Dumbledore's brother..."

"Don't mention that name to me, in my tavern."

Aberforth interrupted Du Wei, looking even more irritable, but unfortunately, Du Wei ignored him, he still said to himself: "Because of some unknown reason, you, Aberforth, Parted ways with his brother, came to Hogsmeade alone, and established the Pig's Head Bar.

According to my investigation, your falling out with your brother should have something to do with your sister, a lovely little girl who died in Godric's Hollow..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Aberforth stood up, looking furious, the beard on his face was trembling with anger!

"I said, you can shut up!"

A spell flew out, and Aberforth waved his wand, hitting Du Wei in front of him, and was ejected by the armor.

In front of Du Wei, a golden shield appeared faintly.

He brushed almost 30 layers of armor on himself.

Aberforth's spell should be some kind of evil spell, its function is very simple to make people shut up, but it is attached to his current emotions-whether this evil spell will cause other side effects, Du Wei can't know that's it.

"Calm down, Aberforth," Du Wei said in the same loud voice, "I am not your enemy, Aberforth, I am very dissatisfied with the attitude of your brother curled up in the castle, so I come Looking for you!
I need your help!I need someone to join me in fighting Voldemort!

Hiding in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade won't solve the problem!Let's fight together! "

Du Wei shouted loudly, he also picked up his wand, waved it at himself, and a large number of golden shields appeared beside him, surrounding him tightly!
"Although Albus is a coward, he is not something you can judge in front of me!
Scrimgeour, you are not welcome in my tavern!

You can get out of here!
Get out of my tavern! "

The two were confronting each other, and their tone became more and more passionate. They both stood up, and their voices became louder and louder, as if they were about to fight.

But they were very restrained, they didn't do anything, they just quarreled, and they didn't release the spell that shouldn't be released.

Duvi Jones still tried to explain his intentions, "Voldemort's rise is inevitable, Aberforth.

They killed Cornelius Fudge this time, what next?Aberforth, do you really want to see Voldemort become the ruler of the wizarding world?

The whole world is crawling under Voldemort's will, ruled by that damned pure blood theory?Terror enveloped the land, and the children trembled?
Or would you rather wake up and see newspaper reports that a wizard's whole family was killed every day?

Ok?The acquaintances are all turned into corpses, only you and I are alive, right?You are also like your brother, curled up in this broken bar, watching Voldemort kill all the half-bloods, Muggle wizards, and Squibs, don't you! ?

Aberforth, you don't worry about these things because you know you're a pure-blood wizard too, right?

Nothing to do with yourself, hang on high? "

Aberforth finally couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up his wand, pointed at Scrimgeour's brow and said, "I say, enough!

Shut up, wizard! "

He was out of breath, and it could be seen that he was really angry to the extreme, and he was almost about to deal with Scrimgeour.

Duvi Jones's squib pierced his heart.

He's a bit off guard.

"Think about it, Aberforth, if you think it through, I'll come to you."

Duwei Jones said without giving an inch, he stood up, and brought the hat on the table to his head.

"Undo these spells, I'm going, it was a pleasure chatting with you, Aberforth.

By the way, how much is Flame Whiskey? "

Duvi Jones asked, and Aberforth knocked on the table with the lingering anger, and the surrounding fog dispersed.

"It was I who asked you, Scrimgeour, for the money I asked you to get the wretch of you away.

I really don't want to see you again, Scrimgeour, not next time! "

said Aberforth sternly.

Duvi Jones didn't speak, he picked up his glass of wine, held it in his hand, and walked out.

Aberforth didn't stop him from taking the glass.

Before leaving, Duvi Jones greeted Hagrid very politely.

"Goodbye, Hagrid, nice to meet you, I hope those Aurors last year didn't cause you any psychological shadow."

He spoke a little late.

When Hagrid heard this sentence, the expression on his face did not look like he had forgotten about that matter.

fear.

terror.

There's also a hint of unnaturalness.

Du Wei took out the chocolate in his arms sympathetically, put it in front of Hagrid's eyes using magic, and said, "I know that people who have been in Azkaban have a hard time, so let's have some chocolate, Hagrid, I hope this will be a good time." Can make you feel better."

Hagrid smiled reluctantly, and the half-giant thanked Duvi Jones.

Du Wei walked out, and before leaving, he told Aberforth.

"Christmas is coming, Aberforth, and I'll give you some Christmas presents."

"Get out of my tavern!"

No matter what Scrimgeour said, the irascible Aberforth had only one word.

Du Wei left.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the snow in Hogsmeade was heavier, except for some taverns, the rest of the places had closed their doors.

He seemed to be the only one left in Hogsmeade.

Just like the last time he came here.

The strong wind rolled up the hem of Du Wei's clothes.

Duvi Jones curled up his arms, and a fiery red light emerged from the tip of his wand.

"Thank you, Hermione, you're really the smartest little witch I've ever met, at your age."

Du Wei shook his head and said, and then he poked his wand hard on his arm.

There was a sharp pain in the arm.

The marks of the Death Eaters gradually began to glow, and an invisible bond spread out towards the surroundings.

This is the role of the slave mark. When the slave owners of the former black wizards could not see their slaves, they would use this method to find escaped slaves and punish them.

Voldemort did the same.

Now, Du Wei is doing the same!
Du Wei was looking for the Death Eaters with the Dark Lord's mark on his arm.

No.

Near Hogsmeade, there were no Death Eaters.

Du Wei was not discouraged, he disapparated and left here and came to London.

There is also a light snow in London, and the snow is mixed with freezing rain. It seems that as long as you breathe out, your eyebrows and beard will freeze.

The severe pain continued, and the tracking continued.

The Death Eaters in London rolled up their sleeves and saw their arms curiously. On their arms, as if the master had returned, they began to emit scorching pain.

But why would their master suddenly summon them?

Feeling the call, these Death Eaters did not dare to neglect, and immediately turned into streaks of black smoke, disappeared in place, and came to the side of the "master".

I saw Duwei Jones standing in the snow.

Not Scrimgeour, but Duvi Jones.

Saw the Death Eaters who had fallen beside them.

Duvi Jones smiled.

"Hello, colleagues."

He showed his arm marks to his colleagues and said: "This is the first time we meet, please take care of me in the future."

Those Death Eaters just felt suffocated.

Not waiting for them to leave.

Du Wei waved his magic wand, and the flames soared into the sky. In the flames, strands of ribbons appeared. Their belts, bow ties, and silk scarves turned into ribbons, wrapped around their necks, turning into ribbons. Like a poisonous snake, it bit hard!
"The charm of magic, dear!"

Du Wei said loudly, none of the eleven Death Eaters working in London survived that night!

(End of this chapter)