Scrimgeour did not speak, he pointed his wand at Dowey Jones, and his eyes fell on Karkaroff's face on the ground.

He wanted to confirm whether Karkaroff was still alive.

is still alive.

He is still breathing.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Scrimgeour was a little nervous, but he wasn't panicked at all.

"Duwei Jones." He shook his wand solemnly and cast a spell silently, but Duwei easily dodged it.

The point of the wand is the direction of the spell.

The directionality is too obvious.

It's so obvious that there's no need to guess at all.

Dowey Jones kept changing locations and making sounds.

"Yes, it's me."

Duwei stood in the distance, still looking at Scrimgeour.

"You are an official of the Ministry of Magic. Let me guess. Judging by the way you dress, your height, and the way you do things, you are the head of the Auror Office. Scrimgeour, right?"

"Is my guess right?"

"Wizard, speak up, Wizard, you can't hit me, don't waste your efforts."

"Answer my question, wizard, I'm asking you, do you really want to be a hero? Wizard?"

Du Wei teased, appearing and disappearing without any pattern. Scrimgeour did not speak. He moved closer to Karkaroff and kept releasing spells to prevent Du Wei from getting closer. He stared at Du Wei cautiously and said: "

No, I never wanted to be a hero."

"Yes, yes, my friend, only those who do not want to be heroes can be heroes, and only saints who do not want to be the masters of the Deathly Hallows can become the real masters of the Deathly Hallows.

That's it, Mr. Scrimgeour, you did a good job."

Duwei smiled wildly, his back to the moonlight, so that Scrimgeour could not see his face clearly. His voice fluctuated from east to west, and every word seemed to hit the tip of Scrimgeour's heart.

"The wizarding world needs a hero, my friend, you should think about the meaning of this sentence.

This hero could be Dumbledore or Harry Potter.

But there must be someone.

Do you get me?

I think you are very suitable, I have taken a liking to you, my friend."

Du Wei grinned and smiled silently.

Scrimgeour ignored the madman's wild words.

He came to Karkaroff and woke him up.

"I'll give you a choice, just for fun."

Duwei ignored Scrimgeour's small movements. He spoke and pointed his wand at Karkaroff on the ground - even though he did not know this person.

"My big hero, these are the rules of the game.

You see, I still have a lot of explosives on me.

Oh, you don't need to worry about what explosives are, you just need to know that if the explosives I carry explode, boom, it can level an entire floor of the Ministry of Magic to the ground, just like I blew it up like this.

Even if there is a curse guarding the Ministry of Magic.

You believe me, my explosives are also magical creations.

I still have a lot of explosives on me now, so I want to play a game with you, hero."

Duwei smiled despicably and said: "I will place a bomb in the office corridor of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and then put another bomb in the Leaky Cauldron.

I can guarantee that my apparation is faster than yours, and I can also guarantee that I will not blow up wherever you appear first among these three places.

But oh, you understand.

If you go to the first place, it means you have given up on the other two places.

At that time, whether it is the death of this person or the explosion of the Ministry of Magic, you will be fully responsible, my hero."

Duwei waved his wand around and said to Scrimgeour: "So, Mr. Wizard, can you tell me who you will choose to save?

It's this wizard on earth.

He is also a surviving wizard from the Ministry of Magic.

Or, where is the innocent wizard from the Leaky Cauldron?"

Duwei smiled, playfully licked the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, forcing Scrimgeour to make a choice.

Scrimgeour said nothing. He picked up the wand and did not talk nonsense to Duwei.

He chose to defeat Du Wei here.

A large number of magic spells appeared from the tip of his wand, and Duwei disappeared in place with a twist.

His spell hit the air and had no effect at all.

"The game has begun, my friend, the first target is the Leaky Cauldron."

After a moment of distortion, Duwei disappeared from the spot. Scrimgeour only had time to cast a protective spell on Karkaroff on the ground and also disapparated.

Karkaroff hadn't stood up yet. Just as he was about to apparate away from this dangerous place, his eyesight went dark again, and his heartache reappeared.

【Exuberantly】

[fainted to the ground]

Du Wei appeared here again and grabbed the rope with difficulty.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Duwei faced the sleeping Karkaroff and said, "It seems that Mr. Scrimgeour has given up on you."

He said to several werewolf wizards and Death Eaters who came over: "Who is he?"

The Death Eaters walked over tremblingly.

"My lord," the Death Eater said flatteringly, "he is Igor Karkaroff, a despicable traitor."

The Death Eater bowed his back in humility.

"very good."

He motioned to the Death Eaters and werewolf wizards to hang Karkaroff.

"Hang him on a street lamp."

Du Wei said: "Let others see what the consequences of betraying the master will be."

…

Scrimgeour's Apparition is obviously much slower than Duwei's.

After he came to the Leaky Cauldron.

He saw a mop bouncing around and writing on the exterior wall of the Leaky Cauldron.

There is no Duwei here.

There is no so-called bomb here.

There were only dancing mops and the faint sound of music. Scrimgeour had no idea what this humming tune was.

If only he was familiar with muggle music.

He will know.

This music is called Ode to Joy.

"The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful; her radiant light shines upon the earth.

Our hearts are filled with enthusiasm; we come to your temple.

…”

The Leaky Cauldron was not bombed, but Scrimgeour knew that he had been removed from the mountain.

When he went back again, Karkaroff was lying on the ground and had been hanged from the street lamp.

On a street lamp not far away, Karkaroff hung alone on it. The Death Eaters and werewolf wizards who had done all this had left.

Karkaroff, wobbly.

Under his swaying orange light, there is a line of blood words.

"Who else wants to betray the Dark Lord?"

The long blood-colored characters spread crookedly all over the ground. Not only Scrimgeour, but even the Death Eaters felt chills in their hearts when they saw these.
To be continued...