The draw starts from Azkaban

The stormy conversation made the students around them a little at a loss. The professors at the school would not talk to them like this. Mr. Diggory wanted to remind the director several times that this is not the Ministry of Magic, and these people are not his subordinates. Auror and striker, but feeling Scrimgeour's aura, he still kept his mouth shut.

After gesturing to his son, Duvi Jones waved his hand, "Let's go, kid, have you checked what's going on here? Very good, very good, take the injured to the school hospital, I'll see who is right to do this.

Oh, it's you, it's you, Professor Lupine, take these injured children to the school hospital, and the rest of the children, go to the auditorium with me. At this time, it is always good for everyone to get together, no need Worried about finding people one by one, if someone really came in Hogwarts..."

"Hogwarts won't let anyone in."

I don't know who underestimated a sentence in a low voice. Unfortunately, when Duwei Jones was speaking, no one dared to speak. This caused one thing, that is, this sentence was heard.

very clear.

The person who spoke also realized that he had made a mistake and covered his mouth involuntarily. Fortunately, Duvi Jones didn't care about this.

Nor would he hang Hogwarts students in the basement.

He just shook his hand, signaled everyone to get out of the way, and followed him, and he was still talking while walking.

Although Duvi Jones was relying on someone else's face, the contempt and deliberation that appeared on Rufus Scrimgeour's face still caused the students of Hogwarts to fight against each other in an instant. Even Percy felt that the director did something wrong this time, because he was slandering Hogwarts.

Because he's like, "Oh yeah?"

Who knew that after hearing this, Duvi Jones said contemptuously: "The Mark of the Dark Lord, did you release it, or did I release it?
It couldn't have been released by the wand itself, could it? "

For a moment, no one was talking here, Duwei Jones walked in front of everyone, and said loudly: "Okay, children, now is not the time to talk, send people away, and then go back with me, back to The auditorium, after the people from the Ministry of Magic have inspected this place, you can go back to your dormitories.

For the sake of your safety. "

After he finished speaking, he strode forward and walked towards the auditorium alone, but after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and came back again.

"Percy Weasley, you're a Weasley kid, aren't you? Take me to the Great Hall."

Percy felt the iron hand on his shoulder, pushing him forward.

The rest of the students looked at each other.

Mr. Diggory could only cough and said, "Follow us, boy, and follow the orders of the prefects. The four houses are separated. Don't be crowded. Be careful of pushing and shoving."

Duvi Jones' order was very precise. He took the children back to the auditorium. Dumbledore hadn't left yet. He was still checking the rest of the magic in the auditorium to see if there was any magic that could harm the children. He saw someone Coming in, especially with "Rufus Scrimgeour" back, he doesn't look surprised.

The eyes of the two collided in space, and Snape's face was a bit ugly, mainly because every time Scrimgeour came over, he would attack him like an angry fire dragon.

More importantly, Snape knew he sent many people to Azkaban, and he meant it!

After seeing Rufus Scrimgeour, Snape felt uncomfortable all over, and he always felt that this person wanted to send him in too.

As expected, Scrimgeour looked at him and scanned around.

"Go back to everyone, children, and sit in your own seats. If you haven't finished eating, you can continue to eat. I have something to say to your principal. Also, I haven't eaten. Is there still dinner, Deng Principal Bullido?"

Duwei Jones walked towards the front and looked up at the ceiling, as if to see if the ceiling was going to continue to do some tricks.

Dumbledore put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and Duvi Jones stood beside him. There was not much difference in height between the two. Duvi Jones looked up, and Dumbledore smiled and shouted to the students: "Everyone Sit down boys, it's alright, maybe we can have another dinner, just clean up around!"

It is indeed necessary to clean up the surroundings. The temperature in the auditorium has become very low at this moment, and there are accumulated water and snow everywhere on the ground.

Dumbledore bent down slightly, made a "please" gesture to Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, and smiled. Professor McGonagall looked at the mischievous headmaster with some reproach, but Dumbledore didn't care. Smiled, like an old urchin, he turned sideways, and said something to Professor Flitwick, Professor Flitwick nodded, and he waved his wand lightly like playing music, cleaning up the traces here , Those fallen chairs stood up by themselves, and all the water on the ground jumped up, turning into spirits and disappearing here.

After the children sat down, the plate in front of them was suddenly filled with delicious food. Dumbledore gave a little wand, and after the surrounding candles were lit, they flew up, illuminating the place as if it were dawn.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Gentlemen, we have come a long way and have not attended dinner..."

Before Duwei Jones finished speaking, Dumbledore said loudly: "Let's start the dinner, children, and forget about the unpleasantness just now."

A warm atmosphere enveloped the school again. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an inconspicuous illusion. Duvi Jones stood by the table, and he looked at Snape maliciously. Dumbledore had expected it I clicked on the table, and a part of the table was pulled out from the middle!

It got a little longer, and as he swung his wand again, instead of flying a chair, here a chair appeared!
He nodded forward again, and a table appeared between the students and the professor, just right for the Ministry of Magic to sit down.

"Please sit down."

Dumbledore said that these magics from scratch are always refreshing, and he invited Du Wei Jones to sit beside him.

Duvi Jones was still looking at the ceiling.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's magic is indeed very reliable. The stars flicker on the ceiling, and there are meteors passing by from time to time. It seems that there will be no problems for the time being.

The students sat below. They were actually a little absent-minded. They didn't know what the school would look like. Today, they met Director Scrimgeour, and they could feel it simply from Director Scrimgeour's attitude. , Director Scrimgeour must have come here with bad intentions!