The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 47 Unexpected visitor
It was days before Harry left for the Forbidden Forest, and Professor Lupin was back.

He came back quietly, and no one knew when he came back. After he came back, he shut himself in the bedroom, closed the curtains, and no one was seen.

Only Snape would bring the food to their door, urging him to drink the potion by the way.

In the same way, no one was seen, and there was Dumbledore.

After chatting with Harry for an afternoon, he made a new discovery. After he went out, he locked himself in the office, and instructed the stone carving at the door of the office, don't go to him if there is no major event. .

What's the big deal?

"Dementors attack Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said.

The stone carvings at the entrance of the principal's office are very dedicated.

It firmly remembers Dumbledore's words and is unselfish.

No matter who came, it said so.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is missing. If you have anything, you can ask Ms. Minerva McGonagall. She is the Deputy Headmaster and will handle these matters. She is solely responsible for all day-to-day operations at Hogwarts."

The essence of human beings is a repeater, and so is stone carving.

It will always be like this, repeating it in a slow and slow manner, with a very gentle look, making people want to use a spell to blast this stubborn stone-carved beast.

At the same time, green lights flashed continuously in the Batter's tent stationed outside Hogwarts.

Du Wei looked a little dusty, wearing a khaki hat, a khaki trench coat, and a wand in his hand.

When he bowed his head and walked into the tent, he even politely took off his hat, put it on his chest, and bent down slightly.

"Voldemort asked me to say hello to you!"

At that moment, Walker felt that his blood was cold, not because this person said the name of the mysterious person, but because he saw Duwey Jones here!

It was something they never thought about, they never thought that this person would be outside of Hogwarts at this time.

Wasn't he afraid of Dumbledore coming out?

"It's all petrified."

Seeing Du Wei, Walker almost screamed and pulled out his wand and wanted to cast a spell on him.The rest of the batters were no better, screaming and pulling out their wands, terror snapping at their hearts and making it hard for them to breathe.

They move very fast, but Du Wei is faster than them.

He lowered his head, speaking in his mouth, but his wand was waving.

He doesn't need to call out a spell to cast "weapon except you".

In an instant, with Du Wei's wave, these strikers felt that the wands in their hands were like poisonous snakes, biting them and forcing them to let go.

The magic wand flew over, and the six magic wands fell on Du Wei's hands.

Du Wei grabbed the wand and buckled the hat on his head.

He raised his head, revealing a smiling face, a terrifying smile.

His teeth were exposed, his muscles were pulling, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a smiling marionette, and like a dry mummy, the skin shrunk and his face folded, revealing a similar smile.

He smiled, tears streaming down his face.

Choking and intermittently, Du Wei cried and said, "Now, please let me grant you a sweet death with the grace of Voldemort."

Looking at the striker who lost his wand, Du Wei showed a sweet smile.

The emotions that were suppressed in the past exploded at this moment!
He pointed his wand at a batter, looked at the batter's desperate face, and called out that terrifying spell.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

A green flash of despair appeared, hitting a lucky hitter.

The batter looked at Du Wei blankly, and fell down with a "pop".

"No!"

The people present roared in despair, some people took out the communication magic device, some people knelt on the ground in despair, Walker rushed towards Du Wei with his bare hands.

The tent was enchanted and looked like a one-person tent from the outside. In fact, the inside of the tent was half the size of a football field.

The batters usually stay there, never go out.

Hogwarts didn't welcome these people either. Since they were stationed on the way in and out of Hogwarts with Dementors, no one would come out of Hogwarts unless it was necessary.

The Dementors were wandering outside of Hogwarts at the moment, they were already very dissatisfied, they had not eaten for a long time, and they were very irritable.

But there was still no joy in the tent.

There is only fear here.

The Dementors didn't come near here.

Du Wei looked at these desperate hitters and let out a deafening laugh.

He laughed wildly and waved his wand, knocking these batters to the ground with ease, looking at their despair, telling them to flee, but when they were about to escape from the tent, he gave them a stroke of Avada. He gave everyone hope, but at the last moment killed their hope and made them fall back into despair.

"You're not going to end well."

Walker stepped back again and again. He looked at the madman approaching him, and he felt cold from beginning to end. He watched the madman throw his wand in front of his eyes, watched him cry and laugh, and watched him stoop to the waist. .

"so what?"

said the lunatic.

Walker watched the lunatic pull up his sleeves and plan to fight, and his teeth were still bloody - that was the ear he just bit off a colleague, Walker clenched his teeth, knowing that this was an opportunity.

This is his last chance.

Get the wand.

As long as he gets the magic wand, he can subdue this extrajudicial madman, as long as he gets the magic wand, he can turn the game around, as long as he gets the magic wand, he can kill this lunatic and survive.

There is no other way to go!

Walker cheered himself up, he was roaring in his heart, looking at Du Wei who was still laughing wildly, he rushed over, like a dog eating shit, and threw himself on the ground!
He succeeded.

His fingers touched the wand.

He grabbed the wand.

There was a look of joy on his face.

He raised his wand.

He saw Du Wei.

There was confusion in his eyes.

Because Du Wei pointed his finger at him.

Du Wei is faster than Walker, he seems to have known all this and is waiting for him here.

"Passed out."

To Walker with the wand, Du Wei said.

Walker found desperately that the man in front of him was like the devil in the records, best at deceiving people. He gave him a glimmer of hope. When he thought he was going to win, all hope was deprived.

He can't win, not from the start!
"No!"

He shouted out the most heart-wrenching word he had ever heard, and he felt blood rushing out of his hoarse throat.

The ups and downs of his mood made him numb.

After a roar, he didn't even feel the anger of being played with.

Just like that.

He lay on the ground and fainted.

This might be a relief.

He thought to himself, he was tired, he wanted to die.

The curse hit him, and Walker fainted.

It's a pity that Du Wei can't kill people, and killing people can't be the strongest torture. He wanted to die countless times in Azkaban.

"It's good to be dead."

"It's peaceful to die."

"You don't have to suffer when you die."

"How good it is to die, one hundred and one hundred."

He said to himself countless times, many times, he was almost there.

But he is not dead, and he is not dead, so others should feel the torment he once suffered.

There is nothing right or wrong.

I just want revenge.

Du Wei said to himself.

After a battle, there is no enemy here who can still stand up.

Du Wei then slowly started up.

He wiped his tears with his thumb and squatted down.

He laboriously pulled off their clothes, revealing the broad backs of these people.

In this battle, no one died.

Avada's life was still level [-] and couldn't kill anyone, they just fainted.

Du Wei laboriously took out a utility knife from his clothes pocket. He pushed out the blade and "tattooed" behind each fainted striker.

Blood remains.Words revealed.

He does not use magic to do these things, so he can only engrave by the most primitive means.

"Darkness is about to return, and everything will fade away.

Lord Voldemort, will visit traitors and enemies one by one. "

This section is not short.

Du Wei seriously engraved this sentence on the back of everyone.

Blood dripping.

And what this blood brings is real fear, the fear of the Dark Lord.

Du Wei looked serious.

Only Walker, he was the luckiest one, wiped the blood, and Du Wei carefully engraved another sentence on his back.

【Gift to the Ministry of Magic - Duwey Jones】

"Baby," he said affectionately to Walker, who woke up several times but was knocked unconscious by his magic after the engraving: "You will always be the most special one."

After drying the blood, Du Wei put the utility knife into his clothes. He broke all the wands he had collected and threw them on the ground. Looking at the mess, suddenly, his emotions were out of control again.

He rushed over, punching and kicking at the strikers on the ground, and his mad roar was even worse than that in front of him.

A few minutes later, Du Wei, who was still screaming frantically, grabbed the suitcase he had left outside the tent and moved away.

"I'll be back, remember, I'll be back! No matter where you've escaped, I'll find you, I'll definitely find you!"

When he faced the tent, he disappeared in an instant.

Only the tent, still silent.

A dead silence.

Like a cemetery.

(End of this chapter)