The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 59 The Matryoshka

When it comes to escape and stealth, Lockhart is at the top of the wizarding world.Even some famous masters were defeated by his hands, bewildered by his expression and attitude, and without any precautions, he emptied his head with a trick of "forgetting everything", and using his own experience, it was done. Lockhart fame.

"Vacation with Dominatrix".

"Walking with the Trolls".

There are also some catchy books, behind which are some wizards who have really dealt with black magic creatures, their blood and tears!

They were all easily deceived by the young man in front of them, and he used the Oblivion Curse to take away the glory that should have belonged to them.

It's just a pity.

At his best moment, his wand tempered, and he forgot about it.

In the dark townhouse, Lockhart's hand touched the door, he turned his wrist and quietly opened the door.

Until now, his heartbeat was suppressed to a very stable speed by himself.The beating heart will not disturb anyone at all.

The beating heart at this speed will not expose itself in this silent environment.

His heartbeat was the same as usual.

What is a professional?
This is professional!
His expression was even more indifferent.

He didn't feel fortunate at all because he had to escape from the wolf's den.

His grasp of his expression and heartbeat has reached a top level. He is a natural performer. At this moment, he can even control the secretion of his own body hormones.

Unfortunately.

Everything, in front of a person who can't fall asleep, has no effect.

Before he opened the door, Du Wei was standing behind him.

He was like a sculpture, without expression or emotion after watching it all.

Looking at Lockhart, who was about to escape from the door, he raised his wand.

Passed out.

No mantras, no lights.

Du Wei in the dark, like a top killer, quietly "killed" the same top pretender with "passed out".The curse hit Lockhart, and Lockhart fell to the ground with a "pop".Just in case, Du Wei gave Lockhart two more "passed outs".

Although he knew it would be bad for Lockhart.

But when he made up the knife, there was still no mercy.

He's just a murderous draft editor.

Determined that Lockhart was really fainted, Duwey approached Lockhart, lifted one of his ankles, and dragged him into the bedroom.

Bind him tightly to the chair.

He put several layers of cashmere rugs under the chair.

He moved his wrist and punched him in the face!

After he cried out in pain, Du Wei exerted "force loosening force" on Mr. Lockhart's left and right wrists and left and right ankles.

Lockhart just felt powerless.

He stared in horror at the wand on his nose, cross-eyed.

"I once wanted to let you go," Du Wei said emotionlessly in the dark, "but, you are too smart, Lockhart.

Have you ever been a Ravenclaw?Well, you did not lose the reputation of Ravenclaw, and you are indeed very smart, even if you lost part of your memory, your wisdom is still there.

But you are smart, but not smart enough.

I've never covered up the brilliance of others, so Gilderoy, why don't you play dumb?
Of course, there's another question, why don't you just come to my bedroom and kill me while I'm sleeping?
Chances are, you've made it, my dear.

Kill me, one hundred and one hundred, isn't it good? "

He said like a babble.

Gilderoy Lockhart wondered if it was an illusion.

He felt in the darkness, and as the man spoke, a liquid fell on his face.

Possibly saliva.

It could also be tears.

fell into his hands.

Icy cold.

……

a few hours later.

It's sunny again.

A beautiful day begins again, but the Ministry of Magic is still in a state of trepidation.

The whole Ministry of Magic is still bad, not even the sun and black tea can dispel the aura of doom.

Everyone is not in the mood to go to work.

The Aurors and Strikers were overworked, and Mad-Eye Moody had wanted to mobilize more manpower and authority to investigate Du Wei.

But Scrimgeour came back to stop him.

Mad-Eye Moody still maintains a certain respect for the old friend of Sterlink.

At least he didn't pull out his wand and cast a curse on his nose.

Yesterday, two disobedient wizards were turned into bugs by Mad-Eye Moody, a crime that was enough to get him into Azkaban.But to get him into Azkaban, firstly, someone needs to catch him, and secondly, the venerable old wizards of Wizengamore need to watch him go to trial.

Neither is realistic.

Scrimgeour wasn't going to call his men and Mad-Eye Moody a try.

That's stupid.

Those old wizards in Wizengamoor are also a little bit afraid, they are afraid that after these fools of the Ministry of Magic have finished the trial of Mad-Eye Moody, this person will run away.

At that time, these old wizards will also be threatened.

Law-abiding people are bound by the law, and people like Mad-Eye Moody have no way of punishing him.

No one is willing to take responsibility and risk.

The dark wizards who usually fan the flames are now shivering and waiting for the trial to come. They are waiting at home, rolling up their sleeves and anxiously waiting for the call of the Dark Lord, and they don't care about entanglement with Mad-Eye Moody.

As for the rest?
The rest of the director and office members are even more irrelevant.

The minister didn't come, why are you all working so hard?
Mad-Eye Moody didn't embarrass these useless guys either. He spoke to Scrimgeour and left.

He started patrolling again.

The wizards of the City of London are in a hurry.

Because of the appearance of the Dark Lord's mark this time, every one of them was covered with clouds.

But Du Wei was still very happy. He went out in the morning, ate breakfast, took the bus, walked, pulled his hair, and stole clothes. After a while, he came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

He changed his face, took one last sip of the compound decoction on the bus, threw the bottle of compound decoction into the trash can, and walked into the street with a civilization stick, and came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

The entire Leaky Cauldron Bar was filled with a depressing atmosphere. There were a lot fewer people drinking in the bar. I saw a raw face walking in with a suitcase. Behind the wine cabinet, Moody's magic eye looked at him.

Tom stood aside, helpless.

Mad-Eye Moody is here.

His business is far from bad.

Moody glanced at this unfamiliar face, and Du Wei also looked at Mad-Eye Moody with a fearful expression, like a normal person seeing a madman.

In fear, there is even some disgust.

"A new wizard? A new face?

Where are you from?
What's in your suitcase? "

Mad-Eye Moody asked casually, here, he still only drinks the wine in his jug. There must be something strange about his jug, which can provide a steady stream of wine.

Du Wei said in a dialect with some foreign accents: "It's some fireworks used by children, and some clothes.

What, are you going to see it, Mad-Eye Moody?

Can I think you are exploiting me?

Do you have authorization from the Ministry of Magic?
I'm from Cleveland, so what are you going to do to me? "

Du Wei asked.

"No, of course, if you want, you can open the box and show me what's inside. It's all voluntary, and I'll thank you."

What he said is, if you will.

But his wand was raised and aimed at Dewey.

It seemed obvious that Du Wei was willing.

"Don't look at me like that, wizard. If you tell me to look at your trunk, I can apply for a good wizard award for you and report it to the Ministry of Magic.

They might give you a little Nat or something, now, show me your suitcase! "

Finally now, he roared loudly, and it seemed that he might give Du Wei a spell at any time.

When the rest of the bar heard Mad-Eye Moody's roar, they couldn't help shrinking their heads.This new middle-aged wizard is not the first to be interrogated, nor will he be the last. The Leaky Cauldron's business is so bad today because Mad-Eye Moody is sitting here, checking everyone, like What are you searching for.

He also did not allow the rest of the wizards to spread the word that he was here.

Du Wei still did not move, Mad-Eye Moody's wand tip has started to fire.His magic eye can see through, and he took a clear look just now. There are no jugs and jars on this person, which is why he has the patience to entangle with this person.

If he had anything that could hold liquids on him, he would have knocked him down long ago.

He was looking for someone who carried the potion with him.

At this time, the Auror next to Mad-Eye Moody came up to persuade people.

"Don't do it, Moody's, we can discuss it."

The young Auror came up and spoke.

One sings the red face, the other sings the white face?

Du Wei glanced at the young lady and seemed to sense the determination of the Ministry of Magic, and said with a sullen face: "Enough, if you want to check it, check it.

I will file a complaint against you with the Ministry of Magic. "

He looked very afraid of this lunatic.

This lunatic doesn't care about that either.

"On your own."

Mad-Eye Moody said, he watched the other party let go of his hand, cast magic, and called Du Wei's suitcase to fly over.

"Open it, new man, be careful."

Moody's wand was still pointed at Du Wei. The young lady was checking the box. The box had a spell on it, but it wasn't that big. Inside were a few changes of clothes and some fireworks. There aren't any bottles and jars.

Dewey didn't lie.

Tonks looked up at the middle-aged gentleman and shook his head at Moody.

Moody still did not let Du Wei.

"What are you doing in Diagon Alley?"

he asked fiercely.

Du Wei said angrily: "Gringotts is here, sir. Can I come here to withdraw money, sir, or else I will sit here and you will help me withdraw money?
Are you treating me as a criminal?What, do you still want to throw me in Azkaban?
Just because I came all the way to London to withdraw money, or because I took one of his goddamn suitcases! "

It seems that the endless exploitation made the old gentleman a little irritable, and the words containing F in his words were a bit over the limit.

Tonks thought of the director's instructions and signaled that he could go.

Moody snorted and said nothing.

Du Wei glanced at Mad-Eye Moody, grabbed his suitcase hard, and turned him away, looking unhappy.

Before leaving, he saw a short, chubby lady walking in at the door of the bar, with an unhappy expression on her face that was worse than his.

The lady had freckles on her face, and as he was leaving, he heard the lady Auror call her name.

"Bertha Jorkins."

(End of this chapter)