The draw starts from Azkaban

The screams are still in my ears, passing through the streets, through the alleys, through the tall buildings, through the reinforced concrete.

Leap, leap, and leap.

Until it reaches the ground.

Until it reached the English Ministry of Magic and Ms. Bernsch's office.

The pensive Ms. Bernsch suddenly opened her eyes.

Of course she didn't hear any sound, she just made up her mind, and her wand was always in her hand. This was a subconscious action that she would only have when she was extremely disturbed. The mood has not calmed down.

Today, she was extremely restless.

Sitting in the office, the scenes that happened on the pier kept appearing in her mind.

The blue flame seemed to be engraved in her mind, and it would not go away for a long time.

After sitting in the office for a long time, she finally made up her mind.

You can no longer deceive yourself.

This matter involved the life and death of the Ministry of Magic. Ms. Burns suddenly cheered up. She took out a bottle of emerald green potion from her clothes, poured it into her throat, and picked up her square glasses. piece.

Pressing the button at her hand, she said, "Go and call Scrimgeour."

"Wait, stop for a while, first close all the traffic networks here."

Ms. Burns thought for a while, said, and then asked someone to close the door of the Ministry of Magic.

Things like this often happened when Ms. Burns was in charge of the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone felt that it was no surprise.

We have all seen those werewolves in shackles, and it is not unacceptable to close the Ministry of Magic's transportation network, but it is strange that Ms. Burns seems to have drawn too many wizards to her office.

In any case, today's matter must have a result.

Since the old wizard proposed that this kind of blue magic flame was the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald's housekeeping magic, then the last person who saw the Dark Lord in the Alps should come forward to face it. explained.

He wanted to explain this matter clearly to everyone present, and it was strange and reasonable.

The trembling words of the old wizard were still in the ears of Ms. Burns, he told Ms. Burns, he said: "Grindelwald is an excellent 'faceless man', he can appear as anyone.

This was demonstrated when he was fighting against the Magical Congress of America. He became the chief Auror of the Magical Congress of America at that time and deceived many people. "

"Become like anyone."

Ms. Bernsch's hands were tightly grasping her robe, her knuckles were turning white.

Only she knew what was thinking in her heart, she didn't think about anything, she just thought of that sentence.

"Become anyone."

Her heart began to pound again, as if she wanted to jump out of her chest. The excessive heartbeat made people dizzy and nauseated, but she still had to perform her duties. When she thought of her most loyal comrade-in-arms and friend , the colleague who always stands by her side may be someone else now, Ms. Bernsch feels a little out of breath.

It was as if someone had cast a curse on her.

"Call the batters over here, let the newcomers come along too, all of them carry wands, I remember there should be potions and magic gold in the warehouse, bring them all.

It's time to put everything on. "

Ms. Burns said that as for when, she didn't need to say it carefully, but she had already explained something. The Ministry of Magic still had several strikers, and they were all transferred back.

Charlie Weasley came over too, not just him, after a while, his father, Arthur Weasley, also walked into the office.

When Arthur walked in, he looked at so many colleagues here in surprise, and looked at Ms. Bernsch's expression, he rationally didn't ask anything.

He stood aside, and when he saw Bill come in, Arthur waved to him.

Obviously, the two young men were much taller than Arthur, but Arthur subconsciously dragged them behind him.

With Arthur's experience in fishing for so many years, Arthur quickly felt that something was wrong.

"Get out your wand."

He whispered, and the two sons produced their wands.

When Ms. Burns heard this, she didn't respond. She neither objected nor reminded. Soon, the last old wizard walked in.

"Please stand behind me, Mr. Hope, and if you find anything, just tell me."

Everyone listened silently to what Ms. Burns said. Although she didn't reveal the story, but for no reason, everyone felt extremely depressed, just like the weather in London now.

A thick layer of smog.

This depressive emotion reached its peak when Scrimgeour leaned on crutches and vigorously pushed the office away.

Not only the people inside were surprised.

Even Scrimgeour, who walked in from the outside, was stunned when he saw this scene.

He didn't expect that there would be so many people in the minister's office.

And they all hold wands.

"I heard something happened here."

Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and looked at the situation here and said, "Has the matter reached this level of urgency?"

"Hand over your wand, Rufus, we don't have any complaints against you, but you're going to hand over your wand and don't let us use [expusion weapon] please?"

Ms. Burnsche said, Scrimgeour looked at so many people here, two strikers came to his side.

Scrimgeour made no resistance.

He handed out his wand.

The striker took his wand, and Scrimgeour said, "You better give me a reason I can accept, or else."

"Yes, we will, give Rufus a chair and ask him to sit down, first."

Ms. Bernsch said, "Bob, go check it out."

Bob came out, he was also a little nervous, no, maybe not a little nervous, he was extremely nervous.

He is short in stature, especially when facing an old lion like Scrimgeour. The old lion stared at the uninvited guest in front of him. Bob took out the potion in fear, wiped it on his hand, and moved towards Scrimgeour wiped it across his face.

Scrimgeour frowned when he smelled the slug-like smell.

"Universal Appearance Potion? It is specially used to deal with the camouflage spell. Do you suspect that I have been replaced by an impostor?"

In a way, we are all peers.

Bob would, and Scrimgeour would not.

Scrimgeour grabbed Bob's hand by himself, frightening the strikers around him to subconsciously grab their wands, fearing that he would do something drastic, but to their relief, there was no.

Scrimgeour ignored these cowards and wiped his face.

"If there is anything else you want to try, try it.

Although I don't know why you treat me like this, but I believe that you will give me a satisfactory answer, right?
minister?Everybody? "

Scrimgeour said that although he resisted, he gritted his teeth and endured it. The repeated checks made Scrimgeour aware of something.

He is also a veteran, and he knows exactly what these people are investigating.

These people are investigating whether he has been replaced.

Encountered in such a situation, Scrimgeour didn't say anything, he was just thinking carefully until someone wanted to confirm his memory.

"You are crazy!"

Only then did Scrimgeour say that Scrimgeour is very aware of how important memory is.

"I can guarantee and spell for you. If you don't want to believe it, you can find a guarantor. If it is true that we want to do something to your memory..."

Ms. Bernsch said it was clear to her that something must have happened involving him.

Scrimgeour squinted, and he just looked at Miss Burns.

"No, Minister, you can come here."

"very good."

Ms Burns said.

She swears, the wand is on her wrist, and a tattoo-like wooden stick appears, with a poisonous snake coiled on the wooden stick.

This thing was originally the bundle stick of the Roman law enforcement officers.

It represents order, and anyone who opposes order will be backlashed by magic, a very solemn magic.

Scrimgeour saw the magic, and only agreed to look inside his head.

"Who's coming."

The old lion looked around with his dangerous eyes.

"Lockhart."

Ms. Bernsch shouted helplessly towards the door.

Hearing this name, Bob looked like he had been punched in the face.

As for the other people, the big guys have similar expressions.

Only the old wizard Horn, that is, the old wizard who asked the question, was the most at a loss.

what happened?
what happened?
Soon, Mr. Lockhart walked in from the door, Scrimgeour saw Lockhart, and felt as if he had eaten a fly.

He felt sick to his stomach.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Scrimgeour asked, "At this point, if I remember correctly, you checked to see if I was me, you checked to see if I was cursed, you checked to see if I was sane, and if I was poisoned bewitched..."

He said, "As I recall, memory isn't a common item, so that means..."

Ms. Burnsch said, "Of course, that's the last item, Rufus, and here's the thing, when we were on the pier..."

While she was speaking, Mr Scrimgeour fell into a deep sleep.

This drowsiness was so natural and so sudden that Ms. Burns didn't even react.

"what have you done?"

Ms. Bernsch saw the old lion who suddenly fell to the ground as if drained of strength, limp on the ground, and made a "bang" sound, and looked at Lockhart in surprise. .

Arthur knew he shouldn't have gasped, but he couldn't help it anyway.

Lockhart squatted on the ground, checked Scrimgeour's pupils, and said with a little excitement: "Don't you see what I'm doing, Minister?
Obviously, I'm checking his memory, well, needless to say, in this regard, I have a say. "

Full of confidence, he went to examine Scrimgeour.

Ms. Bernsch now felt as though she, too, had eaten flies!