The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 310 The Weasley Family Meeting
Duwey Jones didn't say much, trying to impress Mrs Weasley.

He knew Mrs Weasley didn't care about anything else.

Get rich with her promotion?
Do not make jokes.

But there is one thing she must be concerned about.

family.

"Dumbledore is not a magical armor that will be around us all day long, madam, if he was really that effective, your brother, my companion, would not have died at the hands of Voldemort."

Duwey Jones gently stroked the whisky glass in his hand, staring at the faces of Arthur Weasley and Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley was finally moved when she heard this.

"I don't allow anyone to touch my child, anyone."

Mrs Weasley said.

"Yes, I don't allow anyone to touch the child either, anyone, it looks like we've come to an agreement, which is a good start, Mrs Weasley, how about you, Mr Arthur?"

Duwey Jones tilted his head and looked at Arthur Weasley.

Arthur Weasley looked at Duwey Jones and held out his hand.

Duwey Jones also stretched out his hand solemnly, and the two of them held hands together.

Shaking his hand.

Everything is silent.

"What do you need us to do? Director?"

Arthur Weasley said.

"I need you to do something."

Du Wei stood up with some difficulty, but he didn't stand firm in the first step - he didn't lie, his joints were really sore, and even had a feeling of stiffness. Under this feeling, he now takes every step he takes. It was all pain, and after a cough, Duwey Jones said: "At the moment, it is very necessary, I need Bill Weasley, your son, to join the ranks of my hitters.

Bob is a good leader, but he's only good because of some of the things he's done...

Well, don't look at me like that, we're all allies, it's okay to tell you.

He has participated in some of the facts that Mr. Voldemort wants to cover up, so for now, his list is among the people who are targeted.Mr. Bob, the target of Mr. Voldemort's removal.

I'd like to move him to some old-age services, anyway, Mr. Bob has worked for the Ministry of Magic his whole life.

He cannot be called to die before us at this time. "

Hearing this, Arthur Weasley shook hands with Duwey Jones again.

"Goodbye, sir."

After sending the director away, Arthur turned around and returned to his usual appearance in front of his wife.

Exaggerated body language, and even more exaggerated, stunning statements.

He really didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so human.

"It's unbelievable," he said, looking at his wife, "that the Ministry of Magic has a tinge of humanity that I didn't expect.

Something must be wrong, Molly, I feel the world is so unreal. "

Mrs Weasley didn't know what to do.

On the one hand, she worries about her young sons, Ron and Harry Potter.

On the other hand, she is also afraid of her own son, Bill.

Maybe Charlie Weasley.

When Voldemort arrives, no one can escape this disaster.

She knew that Scrimgeour was trying to get her family back, not because he liked treats, but because he needed them.

"What should we do, Arthur?"

Mrs. Weasley was at a loss, as was Arthur, and he couldn't find his way.

Someone always has to fight Voldemort.

They need a bellwether.

First it was Albus Dumbledore, and now, maybe, it could be Rufus Scrimgeour.

"It will be fine."

Arthur didn't know what to say, but he knew that he was the backbone of his family.

Everyone can be lost, but he can't.

So he hugged his wife, soothed her back and said, "I'm here, Molly, I'm here.

We just need to do what we have to do.

For the rest, there will always be smart people who will do it for us. "

……

English Overseas Islands.

Voldemort stood outside, Peter Pettigrew looked at his master in fear, and handed him today's newspaper tremblingly.

In the surrounding crucibles, unknown potions were boiled, and several of Voldemort's loyal servants were lying on the ground.

It's just that what's different from usual is that there are some dark magical creatures beside Voldemort.

One of the more special ones is the Dementor.

Dementors do no harm to a pure evil like Voldemort.

On the ground, Bella, who had lost her bones, was still in a coma. Voldemort looked a little embarrassed, but he was in a good mood.

Voldemort gave the newspaper a cursory glance.

"Unexpected expansion, Wormtail, isn't it?"

Voldemort's voice sounded like a snake hissing, but not Parseltongue, and his eyes scanned the news today, "Scrimgeour, I remember he was a pure-blood wizard too? I thought he could do it for us. The people of the pure blood family have more brilliance. But now it seems that I was wrong, he actually opened his eyes for those mudbloods."

Voldemort stroked Nagini beside him and said: "It's a shame that someone like him should be fed Nagini, I never thought that I would hate a pure blood wizard so much, he is pure blood Shame inside the wizard.

There are also goblins and goblins. I am also shocked. I am shocked that there is such a stupid wizard in this world. Since he likes the so-called justice and evil so much, it is very good, I will tell him to see, evil How much power is there.

Didn't he want to protect secrecy laws? "

Voldemort showed a mean smile and said: "Let go of all the werewolves, let the werewolves go to the Muggle cities to wreak havoc, I want to see the whole Muggle world fall into a werewolf panic.

Also, those who went to find giants and trolls should also come back. There are many people in Gringotts who will raise dragons, find those goblins, and find those goblins from the Ministry of Magic.

I think under Mr. Scrimgeour's words, there will be a lot of pure-blood wizards who want to work with us, aren't they, Wormtail? "

said Voldemort.

He was also interested and wanted to have fun with them.

But more importantly, he needs some treasures to treasure his soul.

The presence of only one Horcrux, Nagini, made him very uneasy.

After his Horcrux was found by Dumbledore, it was almost destroyed. This was his doomsday, but what he didn't understand was why Dumbledore still didn't appear in front of him and destroyed the rest of him. Horcrux.

He thought it was Dumbledore who didn't know how many Horcruxes he had left.

Seven is an extremely important number.

Voldemort also knows that if he splits his soul again, there will be problems. The problem with the soul is too complicated. He needs some ancient magic to study the magic of the soul.

"We need to catch another person who can study ancient magic, according to my investigation, Wormtail, can you provide me with some characters?

I need to invite them all over. "

Peter Pettigrew lowered his head and dared not speak at all, allowing his master to talk to himself.

"Ha ha."

Voldemort smiled disdainfully and waved to little Malfoy.

"Afraid? Child?"

Little Malfoy swallowed and did not dare to speak, Voldemort looked at him in disappointment and said, "You are missing something, let me see, what is it?
Yes, it's confidence, lad, you're missing a bit of the confidence you should have, the confidence of a pureblood family, just like me.

Trust me, the Ministry of Magic will always be stupid, we just have to beware of our dear Headmaster, that's all.

I'll bring you some good news, say, Mr. Scrimgeour's funeral. "

(End of this chapter)