The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 57 The essence of the game lies in the grasp of the rhythm

London.

Mad-Eye Moody easily found the toilet in the office building.

He found the naked Luo (Tong fake ha) man who was still "sleeping" and squatted down with difficulty.

He fiddled with the prosthetic leg so that he could observe the hair of the fainted man.

His one eye carefully examined the man in front of him.

Careful and conscientious.

A little broken stubble, just cut it off, Decoction, or some other curse?
He continued to search carefully on the man, even lying down, looking at the details against his body, and sniffing the smell with his less sensitive nose.

Some of the Aurors in the back twitched slightly.

There was only one new Auror who had just come in, watching all this seriously. She watched Mad-Eye Moody's movements and carefully remembered it.

"Compound decoction, some trivial tricks."

After a while, Mad-Eye Moody got up and muttered.

When he was catching Death Eaters back then, he had seen many similar scenes.

Many Death Eaters don't just use the potion to transform into other people in order to escape.

They also have a lot of weird tricks.

There are many things that others have never heard of or seen.

Even so, they were found one by one by Mad-Eye Moody and thrown into Azkaban.

However, a werewolf can also cast magic and be loyal to the Dark Lord, and can also use compound decoction.

Moody's has never seen this combination.

"A group of people committed crimes. It looks like the devils are being dishonest again, it's time to beat them."

Mad-Eye Moody continued to talk to himself, he was not talking to communicate with others.

He speaks only because he wants to speak.

After inspecting the scene, he stood up again with great difficulty, re-tightened his prosthetic leg, and then pulled out his wand.

When he drew out his wand, the striker and Auror behind him all frowned subconsciously and took two steps back.

He was the only one left in the toilet.

When he pulled out his wand, it was the equivalent of clearing the field.

Mad-Eye Moody ignored them and acted on his own.

Originally, when Bob saw Mad-Eye Moody coming, he planned to leave, but unfortunately, Moody did not allow him to leave. He wanted these people, which was very useful.

According to reason, Mad-Eye Moody cannot command a group of hitters like Bob. They are theoretically equal, and even Bob is slightly higher than Mad-Eye Moody.However, when Mad-Eye Moody found him, Bob dared not disobey the old man's orders.

He was afraid that if he didn't listen, he would be killed by Mad-Eye Moody.

Don't reason with lunatics.

Universal truth.

Especially when this lunatic can easily kill you.

Mad-Eye Moody was not imprisoned in Azkaban because he was one life away from going to prison.

Bob doesn't want to be that price.

He wants to retire, he is honest, he is a migrant worker.

Mad-Eye Moody says what he does.

Mad-Eye Moody appeared here because he didn't obey Emilia's orders. Even Emilia couldn't help Moody. What did he do against Moody's orders?
Just ten minutes ago, Mad-Eye Moody had made a taunting of the Ministry of Magic.

He leaned on crutches, looked contemptuous, held a wand, and taunted in circles.

"I don't think you timid, poor squirrels need my protection. Don't you have wands of your own? Haven't you studied magic? Are you the Hogwarts students who can't even read spells? ?

No, you are not, look at you, some of you are old enough to be Lord Voldemort's grandfather, look at how cowardly you are.

Grab your toys, kids, and try to protect yourself, don't freak out at the slightest danger, have some courage, show me your courage, wizards. "

He said this in front of everyone at the Ministry of Magic, and the Wizengamore people were also here, inexplicably laying their guns.

"Now, I'm going to catch the Dark Lord's little mouse, don't bother me with this shit, Bernsch!
Don't come to hold me back.

I'm only telling you this time, don't hold me back.

I'll be pissed.

My good patience is only once. "

He pointed his wand to Ms. Burnsch's nose, and Ms. Burnsch looked angry, but didn't continue to provoke Mad-Eye Moody.

The place was silent and quiet.

Everyone looked at it that way.

No one dared to argue with Mad-Eye Moody.

And no one dared to pull out his wand and try to disarm Mad-Eye Moody.

As early as this year, Mad-Eye Moody had been somewhat unclear about what was a normal handshake, what was a provocation in battle, what was hostility, and what was friendly. For so many years, he had maintained a state of semi-retirement. , waiting to really retire and leave the Ministry of Magic.

Such a good thing was not broken until someone escaped from Azkaban.

No one called him back to work.

He himself came to the Ministry of Magic to continue arresting people.

After he came to work at the Ministry of Magic, no one dared to tell him to leave.

Fudge didn't dare.

Not to mention poor Bob.

In the end, Mr. Arthur Weasley rushed forward boldly, dragged Moody hard, and told him to leave.

Until Moody left, his magic eyes were dripping at the people around him, to see who would dare to pull out his wand.

Crazy guy.

These things were just learned by Bob, and Ms. Emilia just passed the news for him, telling him to be honest and not to offend Mad-Eye Moody.

"He's probably going crazy even more."

Amelia said.

Bob was terrified to death, looking eagerly at Mad-Eye Moody in front of him, waiting for him to distribute the task.He wasn't very demanding, just told himself not to follow Mad-Eye Moody.

He was afraid that he would follow Mad-Eye Moody and be killed by Mad-Eye Moody accidentally.

Although this possibility is very small, it does not affect his fear.

After all, this is more or less his own life, which is controlled by the thoughts of others.

Bob watched Mad-Eye Moody stand up again and took out a magical beast from his pocket.

He gently stroked the fur of this magical animal, signaling it to do something.

This is a fat, hairless bird that has been enchanted by Mad-Eye Moody and looks well-trained.

"Go and smell the smell here, the smell of a werewolf."

He said to his magical beast.

But strangely, this amazing creature didn't run away, it was peaceful.

Nor does it detect danger with its sense of smell.

It's a bird, not a dog.

In the toilet, it was bouncing on Moody's hands, not running away, not pressing, and making a normal noise.

"No werewolf smell?"

Mad-Eye Moody frowned.The fat bird without feathers in his hand is a miniature version of the dodo, also known as the ball duck. It is native to Mauritius. It is a fat, flightless fat bird. It is not rare. But it's hard to catch.

They have an innate skill.

When you sense danger, run away immediately.

They originally lived in Mauritius, and then humans hunted and killed them, and they ran away when they saw humans.

Since then, Muggles have never wanted to see a ball duck.

So much so that Muggles thought they had killed the dodo bird.

In fact, the ball duck just sensed the danger and hid.

Some magical zoologists can still catch this bird.

Mad-Eye Moody has many kinds of props on his body, among which the trained ball escape bird is undoubtedly an artifact. With this kind of bird on him, he can immediately find out something is wrong.

Even if someone is hostile to him, the ball evasion bird on him will be afraid of disappearing.

Not to mention the breath of werewolves, ghouls, and dark wizards.The few ball-escaped birds he raised were all too familiar with these auras.

Mad-Eye Moody was not discouraged when he realized that there was no werewolf presence here.

He took out the speculum and other objects in turn, and determined that there is no black magic here, and no one has used black magic. After no one has died in recent months, he is full of interest.

"Excellent, a guy who isn't too stupid."

He took out a bottle of magic potion from himself.

He's about to get serious.

"Okay, okay, young man, little girl, stay away from here, go out, all go out from this toilet, I want a quiet space."

He shouted loudly, raised his hands from bottom to top, and drove the people behind him out like a chicken, then poured the potion into his hands, waved his wand, and closed all the vents here.

Even the gates are closed to ensure that there will be no strong winds here.

In the palm of his hand, the potion looked like some gold leaf, powdered, golden.He puffed out his cheeks and blew the powder out. Soon, there were many shadows of people of all shapes and sizes. Those people appeared so quickly that even the human eye could not remember them.

But this is nothing to Moody. He even held his breath, just to find the person he was looking for among these golden shadows that came in a flash, and to ensure that there would not be any undesired air currents. The potion blows away.

After a while.

Just when the people waiting outside were all in a hurry, the toilet door opened.

"I found him."

Mad-Eye Moody with a face of golden powder coughed, and he shouted excitedly: "The enemy has been found.

Dewey Jones, the little mouse who got away, was behind his back.

I don't know if the werewolf has anything to do with Dewey Jones, but here he is.

Find him, catch him, and we'll know the answer.

I still have a whole bottle of Veritaserum. "

He strode forward, beckoning the Aurors and Strikers behind him to follow.

The wizards frowned, feeling even more complicated.

Whether Du Wei is a werewolf, they all know.

He had been locked up in Azkaban for so many years, if it was a werewolf, it would have been exposed long ago.

So, was he bitten and turned into a werewolf after he got out of prison, or did he find a werewolf recently and raise a werewolf?

If he raised a werewolf, what happened to the previous transformation?

This is illogical and beyond their experience.

Even Moody's is the same.

Mad-Eye Moody What have you not seen?

He has never seen this.

The Transfiguration Spell can't handle this, at least with Mad-Eye Moody's strength, his Transfiguration Spell can't handle this.

So Du Wei absolutely did not use the transformation spell.

Mad-Eye Moody's transfiguration spell attainments can already enter the level of a first-class master in the wizarding world.He can easily turn a little wizard into a ferret - although this is what little Barty did, but he did it in the skin of Mad-Eye Moody.

In other words, in the eyes of Moody's acquaintances, this lunatic is very likely to turn the students into ferrets because of the conflict.

He also has the ability and magic to turn students into ferrets.

Turning a little wizard into a small animal at will, this is already an extremely clever magic method.

Those who are stronger than his Transfiguration Curse are probably people at the level of Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore could bring the sculpture to life with a wave of his hand.

Could Dewey do the same?
But if he had this ability, how could he be caught in Azkaban?
Moody may look crazy, but his logic is absolutely fine.

Today's attack is full of problems.

The riots in London today were caused by Du Wei.

But what about the Duwei people?

Du Wei, what about people?
Three 10 minutes later.

Mad-Eye Moody clenched his wand, his eyes deep, and there was no trace of madness.

He knew that he had been tricked this time.

He was ashamed.

An hour later, he still hadn't caught the trace of this kid.

Given this time, he should have left London long ago and went into hiding.

At this moment, he appeared in the sewers of London with someone. This was the last stop he chased, and it was also the place where he lost.

Behind him, both the Auror and the Striker used magic to block some of the smell.

London's underground drainage system, the environment is good or bad.It's a pity that this section that Du Wei chose did not happen to be very beautiful.

Here, methane gas, huge mice, tan, dripping grease, children's diapers, and all kinds of things filled the sewer, making it impossible for people to start.

The foul smell can be poisonous at one breath.

London's underground drainage system, completed in 1895, has also been slightly expanded over the years, with a total length of almost [-] kilometers.Du Wei went to the British Library and some other places to explore this, the underground kingdom in London.

Mad-Eye Moody stared silently into the dark distance, saying nothing.

He was lost.

This man is more cunning than he imagined.

but it does not matter.

There is ample time.

"I'll catch you."

Moody said faintly to the unmanned underground drainage channel.

……

Above the ground in London.

In a townhouse not far from Oxford Street.

Du Wei, an uninvited guest, is drinking tea.

The sun is shining.

Birds and flowers.

By his side, Lockhart was released, and he was quietly writing a manuscript. As for the owner of a townhouse, oh, he still has real estate in London, so he doesn't live here often.

So he didn't have to be cut off, knocked unconscious, and stuffed into his suitcase.

Alaho cave opening is really magical magic, as long as no one attaches the rest of the magic to the lock, then these Muggle locks, no matter what kind, can be easily opened.

Du Wei opened the door and reluctantly lived in it, adding a little more popularity to the house for him. As for what he said to Lockhart, of course, it was another set of rhetoric.

"I found a place for you to write your manuscript."

Lockhart was a little confused.

"I lived well there."

He tried to protest.

"No, Mr. Lockhart, our manuscript is very fast, very fast, do you understand? From today, you will write manuscripts here, we will take care of food, drink, shelter, and you will be imprisoned and free by us. , until you write the manuscript."

Du Wei said lightly.

Lockhart was speechless.

"You're not the first one."

Before he finally wrote the book, he said unconvinced.

"Of course, that's our liaison. I'm the editor of your manuscript. We're the same publisher, different departments."

Du Wei said naturally, "Now, hurry up, sir, I'll order food for you."

On the way back, he passed a cell phone, called for a meal, and made an appointment for cleaning.

He calmly makes people feel that he is really the owner of this house.

He crossed his arms, looked out at the big sun, and closed his eyes in front of the window.

Just when everyone thought he was leaving London.

Just when everyone thought he would hide.

He made a grand appearance not far from central London.

Isn't this an escape?

He won't leave London.

The first wave of attacks has just ended.

He also wants to continue to be in London, to continue shopping.

The game has only just begun.The rhythm of war should not be controlled by the passive side.

(End of this chapter)