The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 300
"The rug under our feet should be stained red with the blood of the traitor. The powerless will kneel at our feet begging for mercy, whether wizard or goblin, pure-blood or Muggle.

At what point, wizards are no longer honored by their blood, and at what point, only those who work hard can be appreciated.

At that time, we will leave, everyone..."

He took out a cup and a wine bottle from under the table, which were the hard currency of the Pig's Head Bar. Watching everyone present drink down the spirits, Du Wei also put the wine on his lips.

"We will leave. After we leave, pure blood will no longer be honorable, and fools will no longer be on the throne."

He accurately called out the names of everyone at the scene, and said to them: "For the future of the Ministry of Magic."

"For the future of the Ministry of Magic."

Those people drank the spirits generously, and Du Wei put a piece of parchment in front of them, which was a magic contract produced by Aberforth and supervised by him.

"Sign the contract, prepare the work, ladies and gentlemen, the future is in our hands."

"Understood, sir!"

These operatives of the Ministry of Magic were full of fighting spirit and left their names on a piece of parchment full of curses to ensure that they would not leak the secret.

Du Wei stood behind the desk, staring at these excited people.

It has to be said that the historical blood of this secret association is deeply rooted in their blood.

They are used to it.

After they all signed their names, Du Wei once again raised the cup in his hand.

"To the magic world."

"To the magic world."

"To the future."

"To the future."

The shadows dissipated.

People go empty.

In the whole room, it seems that the image just now remains. In this desk, someone made an astonishing declaration, in front of those people in the office, but after everyone left, Du Wei stood alone. There.

It's lonely here again.

He took out his notebook and poured alcohol on it.

"Drink."

He said softly, sat back in the chair, folded his hands together, sat quietly on the chair, and fell into deep thinking.

What he said just now was not only treasonous, even Voldemort never said such presumptuous words.

However, he knew that the people who followed him here were extremely excited when they heard this sentence.

This is what they want.

Du Wei clearly knew that they needed a goal and a slogan.

At least this slogan.

You can call them all to unite.

At least several people who follow Du Wei have been promoted under Mr. Ludo (the Quidditch star, now the director of the Department of Magical Sports). This is a promotion visible to the naked eye. Afterwards, visible to the naked eye, more seats will be vacated in the Ministry of Magic.

This excited everyone.

In an office with only one person.

Du Wei let out a long breath.

The disappearing cabinet was grandly placed in the corner of the office of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, covered with a layer of floral cloth, like an ornament. Voldemort was right in saying that the safest place in the world is ancient. Ling Pavilion, one is Hogwarts.

So Du Wei sent people to Hogwarts.

He aimed at Gringotts, intending to take Gringotts back, even though it would cost blood.

so what?

This is what Du Wei wants.

Death and blood, pain and cries, are equally sweet and melodious.

The warmth is over long ago.

Be gentle, it's best to just stay at Hogwarts.

Blood should be the eternal background of the magic world.

As long as magic is still based on talent and cannot be fully spread, then magic will always be the game of the strong.

After opening the information in front of him, Du Wei studied Gringotts seriously again.

Gringotts has always had an ambiguous relationship with the Ministry of Magic. When Minister Fudge wanted to control the Ministry of Magic, he was pushed back, not only because of his lack of prestige, but also for more important reasons.

His supporters, when it mattered, chose to defect.

The pure-blood family chose to retreat. Logically speaking, the pure-blood family hated goblins the most. Back then, they were the main force and defeated the coalition of werewolves and goblins. But because of this, the goblins became their servants.

Even a great wizard like Dumbledore has not been able to occupy a treasure house in the deepest part of Gringotts.

Not to mention the rest.

"corrosion."

"arrogant."

"madness."

"As arrogant as I am."

Du Wei saw the reason straight to the point. The biggest problem with Gringotts was that some pure-blooded families and old stubborn people foolishly thought that the goblins were their own house elves. Like a loyal dog, he will always be the slave of a pure-blood wizard.

But is this really the case?
"All problems are actually one problem."

Du Wei continued to pour a glass of wine into the notebook and said.

"In the final analysis, all problems are actually human problems."

Du Wei did not drink freely.

That would dull his thinking.

He folded his hands, folded it on his chest, and closed his eyes.

He knew exactly what he was supposed to do.

In fact, what he should do most now is to attack Gringotts at night, and deal with the matter over there before the goblins can react.

Only in this way can the affairs over there be handled in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

But why at the minimum cost?
He wanted the Ministry to feel the pain.

It's not heartbreaking, they won't wake up.

Of course, it is more likely that even if it hurts their hearts, they will not repent.

Such a thing, in history, does not know how many times it happened.

Whether it is Muggles or wizards, the laws that everyone learns from history, that is, people, will always obey the laws.

……

Ministry of Magic, Department of Law Enforcement, Office of Strikers.

Walker returned to his workstation exhausted. Speaking of which, the Ministry of Magic is quite tolerant to its employees to a certain extent. For example, they all have their own separate workstations. In their workstations, there are many people who can show Personality stuff.

Not only Walker, but also the rest of the hitters, they all sat in the office in silence.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere was dull and uncomfortable.

After a long while, only the batterer partner said dryly: "I said, can we really consider what the director wants?"

His voice sounded like a night owl.

Because he didn't speak for a long time, when he spoke suddenly, even he was taken aback.

No one responded to him, and no one refuted him.

Everyone was hesitating, and they didn't know what they were thinking, but after a while, Walker suddenly stood up, put his coat under his arm, and walked towards the director's office.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on his back, which meant a lot.

(End of this chapter)