The draw starts from Azkaban

who is back?

Ms. Burns looked back and saw one after another phoenixes, soaring into the sky, the blue-flame phoenix seemed to break through everything.

These phoenixes were flying, flying from here, flying from there, soaring into the sky, straight into the sky, dispelling the dark clouds in the sky, and revealing the light of the sky.

"what is that?"

Bernsch asked, and she looked at the old wizard beside her. This wizard is 130 years old this year, but he is still healthy and strong-he is the docking staff in the Horseman Liaison Office. and no liaison, it's just an office.

It is a unique place for the Ministry of Magic to be benched.

Let's put it this way, if it weren't for this time to confirm whether there are still people here, Ms. Bernshi went to the office to take a look, and she would not have thought that there were still people in the office.

There was dust everywhere, the magic of the natural scenery was starting to wear off, it was dark inside, and there was a bed in the office.

Someone lived here, used the "stretch spell", and he also moved his library inside.

It looks as if he regards this place as his home.

She invited the old wizard out, and the old wizard also agreed to take a look at the situation in the back team of ten people, but now, he doesn't have to look at the situation.

The old wizard was trembling, staring at the phoenix in the distance, and said: "The Dark Lord has appeared, and I know he is not dead."

The Dark Lord and the You-Know-Who are not alone.

The You-Know-Who is Voldemort.

The Dark Lord has two.

One is the first generation of the Dark Lord, Grindelwald who died in the fire, and the other is Voldemort.

The only thing that could make the old wizard lose his temper was, "Grindelwald, but he's dead, someone saw him die."

Scrimgeour saw him dead.

She believed in Scrimgeour, so she also thought Scrimgeour was dead.

The old wizard murmured, "It's his magic, I know, it's his magic, I've seen it, he used it in Paris.

It was him, it must be him. "

The old wizard lost his composure, "I knew that he might not die easily, it's all fake, it's all an illusion, he's still alive, he must still be alive.

Whatever the case, he must be alive, he's back now, the Dark Lord is back, just like he swept across Europe, now two Dark Lords. "

"Calm down, I mean, you shut up!"

Ms. Bernsch snapped and said, the old wizard reacted immediately, and shut his mouth obediently. He knew that his shouting at this time would disturb the morale of the army. If anything went wrong here, he'd turn into a werewolf.

He was an old wizard over 100 years old turned into a werewolf-this thing was too terrible for him to imagine.

Ms. Bernsch didn't know what happened, but she knew that there were priorities. This matter was obviously not something that should be dealt with now.

Even if she wanted to inquire about this matter, it should be Scrimgeour who inquired after the incident. At this time, she had no time to deal with other matters at all, and she didn't know what happened there.

It can't be a more catastrophic thing than a werewolf escaping!
If there was something more unacceptable than a werewolf escaping, Ms. Burns could do nothing about it.

That's not something they can handle.

let it go.

There is no way out.

The upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic, not the gods.

They can only do their best to deal with what they can see.

It can't solve everything. Most people don't know whether magic is omnipotent, but most people know that wizards who use magic are definitely not omnipotent.

Encountered such a situation.

Ms. Burns even let out a feeble groan in her heart.

She didn't know what to do, the flames soaring into the sky were fleeting, and there must have been a magical battle not far from them.

Don't know who and who.

Just judging from this specification, we know that things will not be simple.

In the current scene, it is not something that can be suppressed by fireworks.

But how to deceive Muggles is no longer important to Ms. Burns.

For the ever-changing forms of the wizarding world, the facts of the law of secrecy seem increasingly difficult.

She rubbed her eyebrows and began to clean up the mess.

The overall situation has been settled, and there is nothing that can make these werewolves come back.

At this time, there may be only one person who is not affected by the flames of the soaring tornado just now.

lockhart.

Lockhart laughed, very performatively, and opened and closed a "Forgetting Curse".

Amazing acting talent.

Even if he doesn't like it, Bernsch has to say that Lockhart has a desire to express that is difficult to conceal and understand.

More importantly, although he looks like a clown in the eyes of knowledgeable people at the moment.

But in the eyes of Muggle bureaucrats, Lockhart at this time is definitely a master.

At such times, he would turn all eyes on himself, his magic was so conspicuous that people could see it at a glance, no matter whether he was the best among them or not, he must be in The most memorable of these people.

It is better to shout loudly than to do more.

Lockhart is well aware of the three flavors, and understands what he should do to get the greatest benefit.

"How is the control here?"

Adding magic first, adding traps and being caught off guard, the scene stabilized, and Ms. Burns was about to go over there to have a look. I can just leave this place to Lockhart. Anyway, those Muggle officials are standing by Lockhart. By her side, Ms. Burns didn't want to argue with Lockhart at this time.

She's going to see the situation, things over there are a little too scary.

But she's not alone, she's going to take a few people with her.

"No, Minister, you can't go there."

After all, there are still a few sober people. They know that there must not be a safe place. Now Ms. Burns is their pillar. No matter when it is, the pillar had better not fall down.

Otherwise, everyone knows what will happen.

The tree fell and scattered.

An idiom is not an idiom, but it means a meaning.

"Let's go and have a look, we will send a message, if we don't send a message, you take these werewolves and leave quickly."

This is a strategy that everyone has prepared a long time ago. Dumbledore reminded Ms. Burns that Voldemort might be in Malfoy Manor. Ms. Burns knew, but she didn't say anything.

A Dark Lord who at least knows where he is is much safer than a Dark Lord who disappears and doesn't even know where he is.

But they couldn't monitor Voldemort when he went out, and it was just for psychological comfort.

After those wizards left, Ms. Burns was a little restless, and she began to make sure that each werewolf was properly placed one by one, and locked them all up so that they would not suddenly violently hurt others.

The question now is, where should these werewolves be imprisoned?
At least it's not Azkaban, Azkaban is about to riot, dementors, those dementors...

damn it!
A wave of irritability caused by lack of rest and anxiety suddenly rushed out of Ms. Burns's heart, making her feel extremely restless. She silently counted the time in her heart, if the time came...

She suddenly thought of this matter.

There are many problems that she didn't think of just now. When people are very nervous, they will think wildly, unless they use magic to get rid of this kind of thinking. If they don't use magic, they will be like her now.

That's right, if the time is up, what should those wizards do if they don't come back? Should they wait for them to come back, or leave temporarily, or ask someone to visit them again, but what Ms. Burns thought was but, what if this is What about a trap?

In case this is a trap, will the people sent out now not be able to come back?
What would happen to those people if they were sent again?

Is it impossible to come back?
Then what should she do next to minimize the loss?

Wouldn't it be too unfair to just give up on those people?
But if she wanted to save someone, how should she go?Who should I send?
Also, with the flame just now, is Rufus really okay?

Is he still reliable?
Or is he still him?

In such a somewhat silent situation, Ms. Burns became inexplicably uneasy. She clenched her wand tightly, and the cold wind blew past her ears. She took a deep breath and tried hard to get rid of her Suppress messy thoughts.

She carefully considered all the possibilities, and had prepared for the worst, just when her time reached the limit and she needed to make a choice.

People from the past are back.

"Come on, let's talk after leaving here."

The staff of the Ministry of Magic quickly said that from their terrified faces, Ms. Burns felt the seriousness of the problem, and they left here quickly. On the way, Ms. Burns knew what happened.

"It was a magic battle, but it was a one-sided magic battle. The shadows of corpses appeared on the ground, lifelike."

There is another sentence they didn't say, that is, people are like rubbings on them.

The scene was extremely tragic, from top to bottom.

The expression and eyes of the wizard of the Ministry of Magic who spoke were indescribable. If you put it carefully, it was fear and panic.

They knew the first Dark Lord, but which was scarier, reducing a werewolf to ashes, or rubbing his shadow on the ground?

The latter, because the result is obvious, the people who came back were extremely scared. They knew that there was another person here, and he killed some other werewolves not far away.

These members of the Ministry of Magic don't even care if these werewolves are divided into two groups, and their news is wrong. What they care about is, who is that?

Ms. Burns felt a chill in her heart, and her heart began to fall continuously from top to bottom, falling, as if falling into an abyss.

never see again.