The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 311
"You should know that there are a lot of people who want your head now, and it's irrational for you to appear outside the Ministry of Magic at this time. If those who killed you knew that you were here, I wouldn't do it for you. Grab your wand and fight someone."

The heavy snow continued, and Duwey Jones sat in the bar, looking at the vague Hogsmeade village, dazed.

Aberforth took a glass of wine and smashed it in front of Duwey Jones and said.

The Hog's Head was still that disgusting taste, and Aberforth sat across from Duwey Jones and even made a not-so-funny joke with Duwey Jones.

After Duwey Jones did these things, his attitude towards "Scrimgeour" was much better to the naked eye.

Aberforth's treatment of him has also increased.

The rest of the wizards can see if the Ministry of Magic has done anything.

Especially someone like Aberforth.Although Aberforth was a bar owner in the village of Hogsmeade, if anyone looked down on the only younger brother of the greatest white wizard now, he would definitely suffer a lot.

After all, he was also the one who stood by Grindelwald and his brother back then.

He is also a grumpy wizard.

Dewey Jones has his approval, which means that he may also have the recognition of a large number of wizards at the Ministry of Magic who are interested in fighting Voldemort.

Wizards fear Voldemort, but they are not cowards.

Even the cowards are willing to fight against Voldemort.

Courage is the hymn of mankind.

They need a bellwether.

The earliest was Dumbledore of the Order of the Phoenix. Later, when Dumbledore died and Hogwarts fell, the teachers had to temporarily endure the Death Eaters' finger-pointing until Harry Potter returned.

Harry Potter became the leader.

Every Hogwarts teacher, mind you, every single one of those heroes who fought Voldemort for the hero, fell into their own hands, including the Carrows - they were just as stupid.

Now, "Rufus Scrimgeour" is the leader of the magical world. He wants to gather a raging fire. More importantly, no one knows better than Dewey that his fire is not only burning Voldemort.

He will also burn the magic world to ashes.

That is the purpose.

Seeing the fire whisky in front of him, Duwey Jones shrugged and said, "I didn't ask for this drink."

Aberforth: "Well, well done, man."

Du Wei Jones finally showed a long-lost smile.

"Thank you."

He picked up the cup and gestured to Aberforth.

Aberforth smiled and said you wait for me, and then went to the basement to find what Scrimgeour needed.

Du Wei Jones was left alone, sitting in the "hall".

Then, the door was opened, and a gust of wind blew in. Outside, a tall old man wearing a cloak walked in from the snow and closed the door with a backhand.

A powerful old man.

Duwey Jones raised his head slightly and saw the person who came in, the old man with a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Albus Dumbledore first looked at the portrait in the hall, the woman named Ariana, Ariana saw Albus Dumbledore, ran out "dengdengdeng", and soon disappeared in the in the frame.

Dumbledore's lips parted a little, but he didn't speak.

If Duwey Jones was not mistaken, Dumbledore's eyes dimmed when he saw Ariana leave.

"Perhaps you shouldn't be here, Dumbledore, you are not welcome here even on tables and chairs."

Duwey Jones sneered beside him.

"Maybe."

Dumbledore shook the snow on his body, and he could see that he did not use magic to avoid the heavy snow in the sky. He was not angry when he heard the words of "Scrimgeour", but adjusted his attitude and said playfully: "No relation."

He poked his face with his finger and said, "I have always had a thick skin."

"very good."

He said so, what else could Duwey Jones say.

He could only ask him to sit down. When one of the greatest white wizards in the world was an old urchin character, he really couldn't do anything to him.

Dumbledore sat opposite him, took a glass from himself, and poured a glass of wine into it.

He seemed to know that his younger brother would not give him drinks.

Watching him take a sip and his trembling body warmed a little, Duwey Jones asked, "Are you here for me, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore bluntly, "because of your invitations, you know, I'm old and useless (Dowy Jones let out a sneer at this point, as if mocking) This old wizard humbled himself to the point of hypocrisy, Dumbledore didn't care, he continued talking), so here, many people sent me letters with owls, asking for my opinion.

Those little cuties filled my headmaster's room, and I didn't even have a place to sit, because there's been a lot of hits in the newspapers recently, so there's no space in Hogwarts' owl shack.

Luckily Fox didn't care about the owls, otherwise I'd be in trouble.

By the way, the reason I'm here is that they asked me to persuade you. "

Having said that, Dumbledore's mocking words were gone.

He became quite solemn.

He didn't laugh, Duwey Jones laughed.

"It's really an old fox, isn't it? The mood changes so naturally, Principal, are you ready to talk seriously with me?"

Dumbledore didn't laugh, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Duwey Jones' arm and said solemnly, "There is no one else here, so Mr. Scrimgeour, please tell me."

His azure blue eyes stared at Dowy Jones, as if to see Dowy Jones' soul, and he said, "Are you Scrimgeour or Dowy Jones?"

Duwey Jones did not panic, he looked at Dumbledore and raised his mouth slightly: "Albus Dumbledore, I heard that you are one of the strongest Legilimency masters in the world. "

Duwey Jones stared at Dumbledore's charming eyes, tit for tat: "Then why don't you look at me with Legilimency? Dumbledore? Why don't you believe in yourself and use Legilimency to look at other people's souls?
Just take a look, don't you know everything? "

"I'm not a Legilimency maniac."

Dumbledore replied softly.

"Then what are you doing now? I thought you wouldn't, Dumbledore. At least I don't think you would be so stupid here to attack a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official, the Headmaster is not a legal exoneration. one."

Duwey Jones said: "If you don't let it go, I don't mind if you put a headmaster in Azkaban. Oh, Dumbledore, do you like Azkaban?"

Dumbledore said, "I will never go to Azkaban."

At this moment, Aberforth came up from the basement holding a lot of things. Seeing this scene, he put down the things in his hand and shouted loudly: "Albus, you come to me. What is the bar doing?"

(End of this chapter)