The draw starts from Azkaban

He just stood on the stairs with a tattered blanket wrapped around his body.

I have a cup in my hand that I don’t know where I found it. It’s doubtful whether it’s coffee in it—it’s already very cold here, so cold that even breathing out will turn into white mist, but above this cup, there is still no coffee. A little heat.

As for the standing gentleman.

He was like a magical living corpse, with no breath of a living person on his body, neither lips nor nostrils spit out any hot air.

Just staring and looking at Scrimgeour below in such a numb manner.

Like a marble sculpture.

Scrimgeour also wondered if he had read it wrong, he subconsciously took out the wand in his hand, and cast a small spell on it.

The little curse landed on the side of the "marble" man above, and the "marble stone sculpture" didn't even blink his eyes. Scrimgeour finally heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the man above remained motionless, but what he didn't expect was that , He spit out a mouthful of white mist, looked around, but didn't notice for a while, when he looked up again, he saw that the people above had disappeared.

"This shouldn't be Rufus' consciousness. When he is not sure whether the other party is a wizard who can move, he will not turn his eyes so carelessly. This is not right."

This time, it was Ms. Burns who broke and continued the broadcast. Ms. Burns said firmly.

However, she also signaled to continue. After two interruptions, everyone began to have some different thoughts in their hearts. When they looked at the mirror with critical thoughts, the more information they saw.

After all, it has already been preconceived.

in the mirror.

Scrimgeour's fine hair stood up all over his body.

Beside him, suddenly there was another person.

"who are you?"

he asked.

Scrimgeour stepped back, took out his wand and pointed it at the person in front of him. Before he could speak again, the person opposite said: "Rufus Scrimgeour?

The new Director of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic is looking for me because of Voldemort, who is Voldemort? "

He seemed to have a pair of eyes that could see through everything, and with just one glance, he could see through all of Scrimgeour's disguises. Even if he was very Scrimgeour, this was the first time he had encountered such an enemy.

He still wanted to speak, but the slovenly and desolate man in front of him continued: "You want to take me away with a spell, or you would rather kill me here, because I can die, but I cannot fall into the world called Voldemort." in people’s hands.”

It can be seen that Scrimgeour maintained a rare rationality at this moment. As an old Auror, he chose to do the most correct thing at this time, which was to tell the other party to shut up.No matter what, you can't let the other party's words shake your heart, because the other party's words are weapons at the moment, and they are the other party's magic wand. What he is doing now is "disarming you", lightly cast spells silently, and the spell flies away In the past, but no one was hit.

was dodged ahead of time.

The person in front of him disappeared, but behind him, there was still a voice: "Did you break into my territory, but you didn't want to say anything, you just wanted to pick up your wand and rashly attack this place. Does the owner launch an attack?
So it seems that there is no difference between you and Voldemort.

There is no difference between wanting to kill me for righteous reasons and wanting to kill me for evil thoughts. To me, both are deaths.

If that's the case, I think you'd better go back.

People like you are not welcome here. "

The memory is broken from here.

But what was broken was not only the picture in the mirror.And the thoughts of everyone outside.

The office, including the mirror, was plunged into darkness. Ms. Bernsch read the information in silence and looked at the old wizard. The old wizard was also silent. He thought about it again and again, wanting to say something, but looked at the silent crowd. , and closed his mouth rationally.

Until an eye bag appeared.

"Aha, you can't see that this isn't true either!"

said the man.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the speaker. If others were looking at him with so many eyes, he might feel a little panic, a little scared, or nervous.

But Lockhart didn't.

Lockhart is a standard madman. The more people there are, the more he believes. Seeing that everyone's eyes are on him, he puffed up his chest vigorously, making his hair more flowing and exposed. With snow-white teeth, he pointed his wand at the mirror and said, "I know you must see that this is fake, right?"

Ms. Bernsch felt that she was a little angry, and the inexplicable anger filled her chest. She wanted to speak, but she felt that she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. Fortunately, at this time, someone had already asked Here comes the question.

That person, of course, was Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Arthur said prettily, "How did you find out, Lockhart?"

Lockhart was proud, and said in a voice like a cock crowing: "How did I find out? Because this is common sense to me."

Arthur suddenly wanted to punch him in the nose!
Mainly before Lockhart collapsed, he was the idol of all middle-aged women. Among the groups he harvested was Molly. Molly liked Lockhart very much. In her home, there are many best-selling articles written by Lockhart. Books, and one thing is that Lockhart has a very high price for his books, and Arthur Weasley's family, which is not rich, is even worse!

……

Punch hard!
Punch with all your might!
Hogwarts, Quidditch pitch.

Draco Malfoy's heart was beating wildly.

He knew, he knew very well in his heart, that he had one and only one chance now.

He was left out of the Quidditch game, and now this match, Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, was supposed to be him, he was Slytherin's Seeker, but obviously he was left out up.

Who won this one?

Hufflepuffs, or are they Slytherins?
Who knows?It's not important anymore, and Draco doesn't care anymore, he kept taking a deep breath, and then thought of the knowledge he had learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and had to say, he still remembers what Lupine said to him. Clear, careful thinking, thinking, and then, he was in the position he had chosen—behind Harry Potter, and he pushed forward hard, and he cast a spell on himself with his wand, and he felt his soul and His body was peeled off, he clearly remembered what spell he set on himself, but he couldn't remember it, he patted Harry Potter on the shoulder, and said something to him, he saw To Harry Potter's dazed face, and then he smashed Harry Potter's nose and glasses with one punch, and then he punched hard again with great speed.

He heard screams around him, and he felt someone hugging him around the waist, trying desperately to stop him. He felt as if he had been punched in the face.

Immediately afterwards, there was the cursed light, and the people around Harry Potter, whoever it was, Ron or Hermione, began to use magic.

But none of that matters anymore.

He heard the exclamations coming from outside, as well as Snape's voice. Someone was approaching here quickly. He was also completely pulled away, and seemed to be pressed to the ground. A large number of people were exclaiming, who is it? He doesn't know either.

He just closed his eyes.

The darkness seemed to be like a tide, slowly submerging him, submerging him, sinking into the deepest lake, and disappearing!