The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 268 Create an important person

"happy?"

On the streets of London, the sky dawned. Du Wei looked at Bertha Jorkins, who was breathing heavily, and asked intimately. Bertha nodded. She still couldn't get out of that kind of excitement, and her hands were shaking.

Du Wei put away his wand, Dobby was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Bertha stood beside Du Wei, and no one gave them a second look.

Because they wear the same clothes as ordinary people.

They dress very plainly.

Du Wei appeared as Scrimgeour.

He looked tall, slightly limping, chilling, like a middle-aged old lion.

"Thank you, Mr. Du Wei."

Ms. Bertha, to this day, her heart is still beating wildly, and her complexion looks very ruddy, which is a healthy color.

Du Wei came to a nearby Muggle store and bought the entire Muggle store's chocolates.

Few things are more precious than chocolate - for Duvi Jones.

It was his Christmas present to the rest.

The store owner looked at these two weird-looking people, and he felt that something was wrong with them, especially when they were checking out.

"Remember that man's name, Bertha?"

Du Wei suddenly thought of the arms dealer they killed.

The money was also obtained from the arms broker.

It is the generous donation of the businessman, and it is necessary for them to praise him when they pay.

"Forgot, sir."

Ms. Bertha frowned angrily, feeling annoyed that she didn't remember the arms dealer's name.

"It's all right, let us thank that gentleman, kind gentleman, and wish him rest in the hands of death."

He thought of the tall shadow in a cloak that appeared in front of him.

If there is a god of death—may those who die at his hands feel peace.

Bertha was also on the side, mourning silently with Mr. Du Wei.

Very formal and cordial.

The Muggle boss was a little apprehensive. He subconsciously touched the baseball bat behind him. Fortunately, these two unusual-looking people did not cause much trouble.

They bought chocolate and left.

The two parted at the door of the store.

Bertha is in charge of taking the chocolates and delivering the presents at Christmas.

Du Wei didn't go to the Ministry of Magic. He was going to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, which was in line with his current mood—it was kind of a celebration. Who knew that the boss Tom had just come out of the Leaky Cauldron.

He looked troubled.

"Master Scrimgeour, in your room..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Wei knew what happened in his room.

The door of the hotel on the second floor was broken!
Under his eyes, owls rushed out from the top of the stairs, it was so dark that it was unclear how many owls there were.

The owls rushed out and nearly drowned him,

The owls all over the mountains and plains are circling Scrimgeour as if they don’t want money, and the whole Leaky Cauldron Bar is covered by owl feathers. What’s worse, maybe it can be said that fortunately, the wizards who drink here Not many.

Voldemort's threat, called all regular bars, looked a bit sluggish.

The wizards had to cover the mouth of their cups to prevent owl feathers and droppings from falling into them.

The Leaky Cauldron wasn't crowded, but the owl's spectacle wasn't bad at all.

"Okay, go back obediently!"

Scrimgeour shouted irritably. Seeing so many owls, old Tom had to take up his wand and shouted loudly: "Go back to the owls!"

These owls stood obediently on the table, looking neatly in a row.

Old Tom just touched the sweat on his brow.

"Director, are you okay?"

"Thank you, old Tom, I should be glad that there is no black magic hidden in these owls. It seems that the long-term comfortable life has made me a little slack.

If you don't mind, can I have a glass of gin and some lemon, thank you. "

Dewey said.

Old Tom bowed slightly, even though he was stooped enough. Old Tom returned to the back of the wine cabinet, and Du Wei picked up the letters in front of him. These letters all came from the Ministry of Magic.

From Ministers to Directors, Strikers to Ministry of Magic Operators, you name it.

It's just that at the beginning, the letters were somewhat restrained.

In the back, those letters are roaring letters.

Not Ms. Bernsch's letter either.

In the very first letter, Ms. Bernsch maintained a certain degree of restraint, writing to ask Scrimgeour to go back, "I have something to ask you."

But as Scrimgeour disappeared for a long time, the frequency of Ms. Bernsch's letters became more and more frequent.

She was first making sure that Scrimgeour was dead, when she was sure he might be alive, but not answering the letter.

The roar letter has arrived!
The roaring letter from the minister, Ms. Burns, turned into the shape of Ms. Burns. She loudly questioned Scrimgeour, asking where the newly appointed Director of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department was.

The Ministry of Magic is a mess because of him.

But he, the instigator, why can't he be found until now?

Listening to the harsh admonition, Du Wei showed no expression. He picked up the gin handed over by Old Tom and took a little.

"Still the same good taste, Tom."

He raised his glass and said to Old Tom with a smile. Old Tom didn't speak, but he smiled formulaically.

The same is true for Du Wei. The old lion sat on the high chair, sipping wine comfortably.

There were other ministers, several pure-blooded old wizards' roaring letters, but they were burned by Du Wei with the dragon fire before they could roar.

"Talking, isn't it? A bunch of not-so-bright morons."

He asked Old Tom, and Old Tom smiled awkwardly. Obviously, he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

It's not something he can talk about.

Mr Scrimgeour, to their faces, called his colleagues, including some of the most powerful, fools.

It is conceivable that Mr. Scrimgeour's words will be passed along with the mouths of the drinkers.

Mr Scrimgeour, there was nothing to stop them.

Suddenly there was a noisy sound in his ear, and Old Tom glanced at Mr. Scrimgeour curiously.

He found that the director took out a black leather notebook from his pocket, opened it, and looked at something in it.

Du Wei didn't make things difficult for old Tom either. He knocked on the table and said suddenly: "Let's have some more wine, a little stronger, and nothing else."

Old Tom watched helplessly as the director poured a glass of gin into the black leather notebook, buckled it up again, put it in his arms, and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

The wine didn't seep out of the notebook.

"Have a drink, my friend, and don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Du Wei shook his arm.

His voice came through the wind.

"Old Tom, please burn all the letters except the ones from Striker, Auror and Lady Burns."

(End of this chapter)