The draw starts from Azkaban

After finishing speaking, Duvi Jones looked at Dumbledore and said, "Do you like it? Dumbledore, this feeling of being able to manipulate other people's lives?
You only need to gain insight into other people's minds and figure out their thoughts, and you can use them. Everyone is your resource, and you can master everything, and everything is in your hands.

It's like playing wizard chess, telling everyone to follow your will, follow here, follow there, it's more wonderful than magic, isn't it?
A more advanced sense of satisfaction, no matter how much wisdom you have, no matter how many ideas you have, but everyone is your pawn, I know you are very powerful, but there is no doubt that I am even more powerful, you have this magic The most powerful force in the world, Dumbledore, this power is not only your magic, but also your position, Dumbledore.

Remember Fudge?The lucky guy who got the chance to be Minister of Magic?You should know his methods. At the beginning of his tenure, a large number of owls asked you for advice, pretending that his orders came from you. Why?

Because you are qualified enough, Dumbledore, have you found out, no matter who, even me, knows that you are a 'great' person, a person worthy of trust, this is your greatest strength, as long as You want, whether it's Ms. Burns, or anyone else, the so-called Ministry of Magic, you know, with your wisdom, Dumbledore, with everyone's trust in you, as long as you want, whether it's me or Burns Ladies, they're just your toys, you understand? "

Dumbledore smiled when he heard this.

He was wearing an extremely complicated white wizard robe, which was given to him by an old friend who was addicted to tailoring. Unfortunately, the old wizard passed away. The moon stone that was about to fall was pinned to his clothes again, so he was relieved.

His mood became visible to the naked eye.

Dumbledore answered irrelevant questions and said with a smile: "Dewey Jones, do you know the Unforgivable Curse, why is it called the Unforgivable Curse?
Is it because of their power?
No, it's not like that, if I want, I can tell someone to use a magic spell to blow up the stones on the cliff when they are walking down the cliff, or when someone is in the water, to drain the air in the sea prison People are imprisoned here.

The consequences of such magic may even be more dangerous than the Unforgivable Curse, but why do we just call these magics black magic and not call them unforgivable? "

Du Wei Jones did not answer, Dumbledore generously stuffed some of his own strange candies to Du Wei Jones, and also generously shared knowledge: "Because the spell is the embodiment of magic and emotion, Du Wei Jones, Although I don't know how you separate emotions and magic, you are a real genius, but for us, emotion is the extension of magic, of course, you can also say that magic is the eyes of emotion.

Anger can be turned into 'flaming flames', 'flaming flames' can also kill people, but the most important thing is that when your malice towards people reaches a peak, what you cast will only be killing spells, not killing people. The flames are blazing.

When a person is soaked in negative emotions all the year round, he will become a demon and cannot extricate himself.

His mentality will be distorted, his cognition will be reshaped, his thinking will be deformed, and his whole person will become extremely ugly. "

Dumbledore spoke earnestly, and he said slowly: "In the same way, Duvi Jones, conspiracy is not a long-term solution, he can be a supplement, but if you indulge in conspiracy, then you will only become another Tom." , do you know why Tom didn't succeed?"

Dumbledore finally said in a decisive voice: "None of the powers you want me to rely on are obtained through conspiracy, so Tom is not the mainstream, as long as there is a hope, then he will not succeed.

In other words, even if I fail, another me will appear and fight against him. "

Duvi Jones shrugged his shoulders. After he ate a candy from Dumbledore, his brain started to work rapidly. He knew exactly what he needed. Next, Voldemort wanted to get Harry Potter's blood, Malfoy just punched Harry Potter in the nose, the problem wasn't that, it was not alarming.

This punch was not right at this point in time, although it is a bit outrageous to think of the incident of someone stealing blood from the incident of the two students' nosebleeds.But it wasn't entirely impossible, and if Duvi Jones remembered correctly, Mad-Eye Moody would have suspected everything.

So this matter needs to be a little simpler. Harry Potter needs an accident, a situation that Sirius Black and Mad-Eye Moody will not suspect as much as possible, and this matter must be packaged as an accident.

It's not difficult.

Harry Potter is a Seeker.

Playing ball is a sport. In sports, it is normal to have some scars, and bleeding is even more normal.

Duvi Jones was thinking about his plan in a trance, working out every little detail in it, making sure that there was a problem, and he could check for omissions and fill in the gaps, and complete the follow-up tasks at any time, the night was dark and the moon was high.

Duvi Jones stood by the school window, overlooking the lake.

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Malfoy Manor.

Peter Pettigrew had another nightmare. This was not the first time he had a nightmare, nor was it the last time he had a nightmare. On the bed, his eyeballs kept moving under his eyelids, which made him very disturbed.His hands kept scratching and scratching on the bed, like a drowning mouse.

In his throat, there was a desperate guttural sound, mixed with strange sounds that he didn't know.

He undoubtedly made a lot of noise, which made the Death Eaters next to him very dissatisfied.He stood up and kicked Peter Pettigrew cursefully in the stomach.

This strong Death Eater obviously followed the law of the jungle, and he followed it like this. He was stronger than this short wizard, so he could hurt him.

He didn't even think it was called bullying.

He just thinks it's normal behavior and it's a matter of course.

Just then, Peter Pettigrew woke up, his eyes wide open, panting heavily, ignoring the gazes of the people around him, like a bellows about to break, making the sound of terminal asthma.

Peter Pettigrew is very much like a mouse. His eyes are floating around, but not to the doors and windows. He subconsciously looks to the corner. He is looking for the sewer. He is safe only where he goes.

"Wormtail, Wormtail, Wormtail, oh, look at you, you look frightened, is this what makes you frightened?"

Voldemort's voice came from the darkness, and Peter Pettigrew trembled with fright, but the good news is that Voldemort didn't care about the cowardice of his subordinates. Not only that, he came to the small town as if he was floating. Dwarf Peter's side, looked down at Pettigrew Peter.

There was also an unpleasant smell wafting from him.

"Lord, master, when did you come here..."

Peter Pettigrew asked tremblingly. Voldemort didn't answer him. He just looked at Pettigret Peter with interest, took out his wand, and poked Pettigret Peter's heart with the wand. If he read correctly, Pettigrew Dwarf Peter's face grew even paler as Voldemort bent down to look at him.

As if he had been electrocuted, he wanted to keep himself away from Voldemort's wand, but he didn't dare, he was shaking, as if he had been electrocuted, and he was about to cry.

Voldemort was satisfied with how Wormtail faced power, which made him feel comfortable, but he still said: "Wormtail, tell me, what are you afraid of?
Do you think I can't protect you, you will be taken back by the Ministry of Magic, or is it because of some other reason?
Is it afraid of Dumbledore, or Duwei Jones, or Burns, Scrimgeour?

I guess that's it, is it because I'm not strong enough?You don't feel safe here anymore, so you're afraid of being like this? "

His question was extremely vicious, with undisguised malice, Peter Pettigrew almost moaned: "No, it's not like this, my master, it's not what you imagined."

His hands shook helplessly.

"It's not what I imagined, what's that like? Peter Pettigrew (he didn't call Wormtail, he called Pettigret Peter in a voice that was almost joking)? But it just so happens that I also have some questions for you Go ask someone else, get up, Wormtail, and how about taking some people on errands?"

"Yes, yes, my master."

Pettigrew stood up tremblingly, and Voldemort told him to wait for him at the door.

Then Voldemort turned his head, looked at the new Death Eater beside him, and said, "It seems that you don't get along very harmoniously now? Is it? What makes you so irritable? Smith? Your big brother Did you come all the way from Germany just to make some trouble here?"

"It is not so, my lord, it is not so."

The person who had just kicked Peter Pettigrew heard Voldemort's words, and now it was his turn to tremble and kneel at Voldemort's feet, begging.Voldemort looked at him and said softly: "I think you still haven't figured out one thing, that is, do your own thing well and don't speak ill of your colleagues.

Especially, without my permission! "

When he finally said this sentence, Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder. The sweat dripped from the heads of the Death Eaters around him, and his mouth trembled in fright.

"It's not like that, my lord, it's not like that..."

He whispered, and Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. He was satisfied with their attitude, and he appreciated the awe these people showed him.

"Watch your position, my child."

Voldemort whispered, his voice was very similar to a monster whose vocal cords were confiscated: "I don't think you can sleep tonight, so I have one thing for you to do, to contact Malfoy yourself, yes, the werewolf Malfoy, tell him to come over again with his people, only this time, I want everyone to come over, do you understand what I mean?

Come out, put out your arms, boy. "

Poor Mr. Smith stretched out his hand, Voldemort rolled up his sleeve roughly, and poked his wand fiercely on his Dark Lord's mark, Mr. Smith let out a deafening scream, and his head was covered with cold sweat .

When talking about the werewolf Malfoy, Voldemort's eyes flashed with undisguised malice, and he said: "I thought Malfoy would die for the honor of the family, but who knew he wanted to live, since he wanted to If you want to survive, you have to pay a certain price, which has a little effect.

Go find him, but you have to be careful, if you are also bitten by a werewolf, Smith, I don't promise what will happen to you.

You don't have Malfoy Manor, see what I mean?Smith?Your bloodline is not as noble as the Malfoy family. "

At this point, he put away his wand and said, "Did you understand what I said? Do you understand what I mean?"

The sweat on Smith's head said: "Yes, master, I understand, I understand."

Only then did Voldemort show a satisfied expression: "Yes, very good, this is the best."

After hearing the screams in the house.

The house elves quickly left the house in fear, and even Rodolphus, who was about to leave here and was about to do hard work, heaved a long sigh when he heard this voice.

He looked extremely depressed, and the voice inside made him listless.

He looked a few centimeters shorter, and of course it wasn't magic, it was because of his mental breakdown.

He knew that he would be a marginal figure among the Death Eaters in the future.

The future is bleak.

Because Voldemort didn't like him anymore.

Narcissa Malfoy listened to the voice and spoke to Rodolphus.

Her sister had died at the hands of the Ministry of Magic not long ago, but now she looked tired, not sad.

She has no time to be sad.

She knew that if this continued and Voldemort was allowed to stir up wind and rain, her sister would not be the only one lying in the cemetery.

If this continues, there will still be her husband, her son, and herself in the cemetery!

She doesn't allow anyone to hurt her family.

Neither can the Dark Lord.

So she is getting more information, and she wants to tell Peter Pettigrew some information. Fortunately, as the owner of the manor, it is not difficult for Mrs. Malfoy to do these things, and she can also see that Voldemort is very nervous. He didn't kill the few people inside, and more than that, he kept digging out information.

He didn't use Legilimency, which is an extremely rare and unbelievable thing, because he was afraid that his magic would damage someone's brain and cause problems, and he could see it, the one he caught These few people are not people who regard death as home.

"Ma'am, what we mean is, show value, show value, Mrs. Malfoy."

The words of Duvi Jones appeared in her ears like the language of the devil. It was an auditory hallucination. She knew that this was the situation when they communicated together not long ago. She knew it was true. Voldemort would only be useful to him. People who show a smile, so now she needs to show her role.

He hedged his bets. Mrs. Malfoy used Occlumency to carefully maintain her brain. Rodolphus was going to contact the giant. Although the giant released goodwill, according to the giant's character, such things as the giant's kindness, Like the sand in the wind, if you say no, it will be gone.

It's also a dangerous thing to do.

More importantly, Voldemort wanted to contact various monsters, including, of course, Dementors!