The fire was raging. Duwei and Barty stood in the distance, watching the Ministry of Magic officials arrive. They used spells to stop the fire and prevent it from swallowing up everything in sight. They were in a hurry.

.

Neither Du Wei nor Old Batty had any reaction to this.

Du Wei was also extremely calm.

It's raining in London, pitter-patter, and the breath is foggy.

"What to do next?"

Old Batty stood next to Duwei and asked. Duwei Jones's eyes reflected the flames and said indifferently: "We don't have to do anything. The war has already started. We have already fired the first shot in the Balkans.

The next thing will happen naturally.

I believe our minister will play his part in being stupid."

Old Barty felt a little cold around him inexplicably.

Maybe it's because of the language of the people around me, or maybe it's because of the damn weather.

“What was the first shot in the Balkans?”

Old Bartido asked more, and Du Wei gave a faint explanation: "In 1914, the situation in Sarajevo and the Balkans was already like a powder keg, it only took one spark to explode.

At this time, a Muggle assassin assassinated the then Crown Prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, Archduke Ferdinand.

Since then, the First World War broke out.

So, you see, Mr. Crouch. I mean, the whole wizarding world, just like the Muggle world, you, us, goblins, centaurs, giants, magical animals, we all mixed together,

But we have never coexisted peacefully. A hundred years have passed since the recent war, and explosives have been loaded and stuffed under our butts.

The contradictions in this world are already deep enough.

All it takes is a little spark and the magic world will explode."

Du Wei said as he walked out, making an explosion look with his hands.

Then describe it.

"boom".

Old Barty narrowed his eyes. He followed Du Wei, holding a wand like a bodyguard.

Du Wei grinned at Old Barty. Old Barty was an excellent Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, but he was not an excellent and qualified Minister of Magic. He was not before, is not now, and will not be in the future.

may be.

He can't even be a paper framer.

From the beginning to the end, the wizards didn't know what their problem was.

Their enemy has never been the Dark Lord.

When Old Barty saw Du Wei's expression, whether he admitted it or not, he felt that this madman always had a special perspective to observe the world.

He wanted to hear Du Wei's thoughts.

He wanted to know what this madman was going to do.

What is the magical world in his world like?

He followed Du Wei, like a secretary holding an umbrella for the leader. Du Wei walked in the alley without lights and said without emotion: "The magic world is on the verge of explosion, Crow

Mr. Strange, the goblin who controls the economic lifeline, the aggressive Muggles, the wizards who still can't get together, and the Ministry of Magic that can't even maintain the secrecy law, it's ridiculously loose.

The emergence of Grindelwald and Voldemort is nothing but inevitable, my Mr. Crouch.

The difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort is that the slogan put forward by Grindelwald is to unite all wizards to resist Muggles.

Voldemort represents those pure-blood families who are getting older but dare not settle down and disappear into history.

Look at your stupid actions. When did you really have the power to suppress other wizards?

You defeated Grindelwald with Dumbledore, and defeated Voldemort with the prophesied child, what next?

Next, is there a second child in this world, the third child in the prophecy?

How many Dumbledores do you have and how many Harry Potters do you have?

There is only one Dumbledore, and there is only one Harry Potter, but you will have an endless stream of Grindelwalds and Voldemorts. They may be weaker, childish, and pitiful than these two Dark Lords, but they will never disappear.

"

Duwei laughed sarcastically, as if what he said next was a joke. Old Barty Crouch looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Why?"

Old Batty asked.

Du Wei smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Crouch, I am really helping you.

Why?

Because the fundamental contradiction has not been resolved, you only see the patient's foot pain, but you don't know that the problem has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even if you chop off the patient's foot, he will have other complications, my husband.

Look at Fudge, the Ministry of Magic will be ruined if Fudge is around.

What role does Fudge play in the Ministry of Magic?

Can he stop Voldemort or the Death Eaters?

My Mr. Crouch, he can't stop him. He stays in the Ministry of Magic and it just makes the Ministry of Magic more scattered.

If we continue to indulge, the magical world will be sick to the bone.

I'm just uncovering the deepest abscess in the entire magical world that can't be seen by outsiders.

We are saving lives, saving the lives of the wizarding world.

Although this process is bound to be very painful."

Barty Crouch Sr. still didn't speak because he didn't want to admit that he didn't understand all of Duwei's crazy words.

But following Du Wei's train of thought, he had to admit it.

Du Wei, he is right.

What he said makes sense.

Du Wei and Old Batty walked under the street lamp, and the light fell down. Du Wei's upper half of his face was covered by the umbrella, and the lower half of his face was exposed to the light. He smiled slightly and said: "Okay, now

, I think our Mr. McNeil must have been treated kindly by Mad Eye Moody.

He must have said everything now.

The first step of the plan has been completed. Now, the second step of the plan should be carried out simultaneously, and the battle on Dumbledore's side should have also begun."

…

Hogwarts, dungeon.

This is a building that has been abandoned for a while. During the time of the previous principal, naughty students would be hung up by the principal and whipped with a whip.

But later, Dumbledore abolished this inhumane punishment when he came to power.

Later, this became a place for Mr. Filch to store sundries.

Today, this place came in handy again. Professor Sprout stood beside Neville, holding the little boy in his arms, feeling him trembling.

Neville had just witnessed an interrogation.

There's no gore, it's all skill.

McNeil collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, unconscious.

Mad-Eye Moody clapped his hands, and after finishing his work, he said to Neville: "You see, kid, there are some people who will use something similar to Occlumency to protect their brains and memories.

Some people can even create false memories in their own minds, and these false memories can mislead us Aurors in our investigation."

Neville was trembling. He didn't know why. Neville was trembling. His head hurt a little. Mad-Eye Moody didn't prod him any more, but he didn't let him go either. For an Auror like him, there were

Many methods cannot actually be used.

Not legal.

Today he was at Hogwarts and broke the rules a little bit.

This is also the reason why he retired.

You can use various means at will and are not bound by rules.

Only after retirement can he openly use some means to control these evil people.

During the interrogation just now, he got a list of names, touched Neville's head, and Moody said with rare kindness: "Child, please digest everything you just saw.

These techniques will do you no harm."

After saying that, he happily left with the news and went to find Dumbledore.

"Child, how are you?"

Professor Sprout asked Neville, but Neville's teeth chattered and he didn't speak. He always felt that after watching the interrogation just now, some pictures were flashing back in his mind, and there seemed to be some memories trying to break free.
To be continued...