The draw starts from Azkaban

The minister replaced the director, presided over the new Wizengamot Trial Conference in person, and went to visit the wounded, declaring to the public that the director, Scrimgeour, was seriously injured and went to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital to rest.

Actually...

Six hours before Duvi Jones "leaves."

"I will go with you."

St. Mungo's Hospital.

Hearing the news, Aberforth glanced at his brother, gritted his teeth, and said to "Scremgeour".

"You can't go to Nurmengard alone, you don't know the situation of those Ministry of Magic officers, and you are not familiar with Nurmengard either."

Aberforth made a suggestion.

Albus Dumbledore was silent.

Aberforth's suggestion, Duvi Jones agreed.

"Okay, if that's the case, you have to listen to me first.

This is a matter for the Ministry of Magic. Because there is no negotiation, we actually used a little personal relationship to take away Grindelwald in advance. We don't know if this will succeed, so we can only reduce losses. It's a matter for our Ministry of Magic, and it's also what I, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, should do—although it doesn't seem very reasonable and legal, no matter what Voldemort wants to do, we have to stop him. Doubt.

Ms. Bernsch, and I, as well as some wizards who support us from the Ministry of Magic, have a good relationship with members of the Ministry of Magic in several places in Romania. They pointed out a clear way for us... The caretaker depends entirely on Grindelwald's self-awareness.

In other words, outside of Nurmengard, those Ministry of Magic officers are just acting as facades.

I even heard that among the wizards outside Nurmengard, there are admirers of Grindelwald.

A mess. "

said Duvi Jones, and Albus Dumbledore still said nothing.

He's in charge of dealing with Ministry operatives around him, making sure they don't turn into werewolf bite healers.

while they were talking.

In the dark Nurmengard.

Seeing this scene, Grindelwald remained expressionless.

In front of him is a mirror like a lake.

In the mirror, he can see everything here.

Everything about him.

He could even see Voldemort coming.

The entire Nurmengard Prison is not the same type of building as the castle where Grindelwald lived.

The Magic Council and the Ministry of Magic of other countries cast a lot of magic on it. ,

They have transformed the place.

Grindelwald, the famous Dark Lord in Europe, was imprisoned voluntarily.

Where Nurmengard was located, the light was seriously insufficient.

Unusually cold.

The transformation of Nurmengard Castle into Nurmengard Prison naturally does not consider the comfort of living. This used to be Grindelwald's bedroom, and now it has become Grindelwald's longest rest time. He can't read books. , and will not do anything else.

He meditates in it.

The whole castle is cold, it seems that as long as one breathes out, it will turn into ice. …

It fell heavily from the mouth.

Grindelwald remained motionless, he leaned himself against the icy cold wall, and he neither planned to tell the members of the Ministry of Magic stationed outside nor deal with Voldemort's arrival.

It's good to die like this.

More importantly, he had no intention of fighting Voldemort at all.

compared to resistance.

He felt that death was more meaningful.

……

It was half an hour before Aberforth and Scrimgeour left.

An unexpected visitor came to Malfoy Manor, and he hid himself in the shadows without making a sound.

Malfoy Manor didn't have many defenses in place.

Mrs. Malfoy had made plans for the Ministry of Magic to come to liquidate, but no one thought that they would not "care" here at all.

There were no Death Eaters stationed throughout Malfoy Manor.

After confirming that there was no problem, the young master of the Malfoy family also returned to the manor.

He was silent, Mrs. Malfoy thought he was frightened and worried, she desperately wanted her son to speak, but little Malfoy was deaf to external stimuli.

He has his own way of thinking.

He had a mind of his own, and in the few days he had been with the Dark Lord, he had faced his fears for the first time.

A moody, brutal, cold-blooded Dark Lord who lost control of his emotions.

Little Malfoy saw the furious Voldemort with his own eyes. After seeing the god of death, Voldemort lost control of his emotions.

Under such stimulation.

He always felt vaguely, as if he remembered something.

"It's useless to cry bitterly. The beast will not let you go because of your crying."

Someone had said so in his ear.

Calmness is a virtue.

When he was sleeping, he could always dream that he was learning spells in the school classroom. In front of him, sometimes Lupine, sometimes Snape, and sometimes Dumbledore.

He was calm, and he felt a sense of security.

This is what Dumbledore left him when he confessed and left Hogwarts. ,
If it were not inevitable, Dumbledore would not ask others to take risks.

He used to be a professor and is now the principal.

Malfoy's sacrifice was meaningless.

Sacrifice without any meaning is murder.

The principal is not going to murder anyone.

Little Malfoy sat in the darkness without saying a word. Mrs. Malfoy stood outside, looking at her son worriedly. Her expression was very complicated. Lucius Malfoy went to the werewolf tribe, and the whole family almost She was taken away by the Dark Lord, and after her son came back, he also "looked dazed", and she was very worried.

She was standing outside, and someone came to comfort her, but she was not very good at comforting people.

"Don't be nervous, Narcissa, the master won't do anything to him. Draco is the patriarch of the Malfoy family and the future of the pure-blood family. The master just brought him by his side. For Malfoy, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. This is a great opportunity, and some people even want to get this opportunity and can't get it!"

Narcissa's sister Bella said on the sidelines.

She said it with all her heart. …

It's just that she forgot one thing, not everyone put Voldemort first like her.

Narcissa was disgusted with her sister.

But she didn't say anything serious, and Malfoy still didn't speak, so she had no choice but to go back to the bedroom, and then saw someone quietly appearing beside her.

As soon as she raised her wand, it fell into the hand of the visitor.

"Narcissa Malfoy," that person's voice sounded, "you don't need to be so hostile to me, I was invited by you."

The man in the cloak didn't take off his disguise, he took out the message at hand and said: "Look at this, you should be familiar with it, this is the memory you gave me, and it contains the agreement we both abide by - I will help you Save your son, you help me against the Dark Lord.

You should be familiar with this, and speculators should be familiar with this.

Hedging, isn't it, Narcissa, look at this, I need you to help me, and your son, no matter what the situation is. "

Duvi Jones poured his body down, and said in Narcissa's ear: "We can only defeat the Dark Lord if we help each other, right?

At least we still have the bottom line, oh, the bottom line, what a beautiful word, at least we still know that we won't do anything to your son.

Voldemort was different.

For Voldemort, a slave for a day is a slave for life. "