If he were caught by these Ministry of Magic agents, Voldemort's worst fear would happen.

He will be caught by these hateful wizards and thrown to the British Ministry of Magic. According to Voldemort's understanding of the British Ministry of Magic, the favorite thing of these Ministry of Magic bureaucrats should be to throw away the hot potato.

Therefore, when he fell into the hands of these Ministry of Magic officials, it was equivalent to being thrown into the hands of Dumbledore.

When he was not in his prime, he met Dumbledore.

This is what he fears most.

He's the reason why he doesn't want to be caught.

Moreover, now, even though Voldemort did not admit it, he was still very nervous when he thought of that lunatic Dowey Jones.

Because of the change of location, his end will not be better than today.

So he needs a physical body.

A body that could withstand his power.

He has found a way.

But he still lacks something.

He needs his father's bones, the blood of his enemies, the flesh of his servants, and the rest, including some common alchemy materials, he can gather.

Only the flesh of servants and the blood of enemies are somewhat difficult.

Not long ago, he had many servants.

But just now, all his servants died.

As for his former servants, Voldemort couldn't believe them.

Even Lucius Malfoy is the same.

The person who is most loyal to him, Bella, is in Azkaban. He can't go to Azkaban like this.

Of course, if he is willing to give up some conditions, it is not difficult to get a body that is convenient for him.

But this is not what he wants.

He has endured it for so many years just for a perfect body.

Is it worth it to change my plan because of Du Wei?

"What should I do?"

Voldemort was confused for just a moment.

When he appeared again, his scarlet eyes were full of evil and blood.

He was able to cross the strait with a wisp of his remnant soul, so naturally he would not give in easily, but for so many years, he had worked so hard for Harry Potter's blood, but in the end, because of Dowey Jones, he had to

You still have to change your plans.

It’s not worth it, but there’s no way!

Not perfect, but no choice.

When Voldemort remembered it, he was ready to resurrect and kill Dowey Jones.

Even if Voldemort loses some of the things he originally pursued because of this, it doesn't matter.

Things always have priorities.

Killing Dowey Jones is the most urgent matter now.

…

London.

Lady Bertha's apartment.

The therapist at St. Mungo's swallowed a gulp of saliva. He turned his head and saw Ms. Bertha Jorkins holding a wand behind her, as well as more Ministry of Magic agents standing behind her.

They all looked at the therapist in silence.

Therapist, I want to cry but I don’t have any tears.

He was deceived. Originally, Ms. Bertha came to him and said that someone from the Ministry of Magic was injured and needed his treatment. The poor Mr. Therapist didn't think much about it. The Ministry of Magic who has been treating patients these days

There were simply too many operators. The madman Dowey Jones led the Death Eaters to attack the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic was full of wounded people. He came to treat the sick and save people, and he had already expected it.

But after arriving at the apartment and meeting the patient, the St. Mungo's therapist was desperate.

He thought his patient was a dying Ministry of Magic official, but when he arrived, he found that his patient was Dowey Jones.

"I," August Pye, the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, said carefully: "I am just an assistant therapist, do you know?

I'm in charge of the biological damage department, and I'm a rookie.

I cannot cure this gentleman's disease."

He said separately.

Bertha Jorkins said nothing, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, but no matter what August said, Bertha was firm.

"I don't care."

"You treat."

"If I can't cure it, I'll kill you."

She kept saying these three sentences over and over again, as if she couldn't communicate.

August also looked desperate.

"Don't worry, doctor, you are a wonderful man."

Beside him, Duwei Jones comforted him and said: "Let it go, there will be no consequences."

August didn't believe a word of what Duwei Jones said. He was so sad that he wanted to cry, but when he saw Duwei's injury, he still took out his medicine box and planned to keep him alive first.

It can be regarded as maintaining one's own life.

Fortunately, most of Du Wei's injuries can be linked to the Biological Injury Department.

Anyway, St. Mungo's may not be able to cure his mental illness.

August took Dewey Jones's broken bone inwards. He knew it was extremely painful, so he was always paying attention to Dewey Jones's every move and saw when Dewey Jones picked up the wand.

, he was shocked.

I thought Du Wei was going to kill him.

But who knew that Dowey Jones just hit his leg with a "strength release".

"Pain is a kind of alertness and also a kind of injury. Even if I know that I shouldn't resist your actions, I will still protect myself and use my strength to fight against you in order to protect myself.

Generally speaking, I think you need some anesthetic at this time, but it seems that you don't have any."

Duwey Jones looked at him calmly and said: "So, I will lower the difficulty for you."

Bertha Jorkins came over crying, Duwei motioned her to sit down, gently stroked her hair, and looked at the marginalized people standing there. There were a few people here whom he was familiar with, such as Mr. Lawrence,

There are a few others, and he can call them by their names.

These people are all good people.

At least they know when to take sides.

Loyalty is important.

The physical pain made Du Wei feel more alert.

"Come here, everyone. No need to threaten Mr. Therapist."

He said with a smile. He looked normal at this time. These people all looked at each other, walked to his side, and put down their wands.

They all looked at Duwei and August.

August was under great pressure, and Duwei's injuries and bleeding meant that even a wizard would have difficulty surviving. It was hard to imagine how he could still be rational under such circumstances.

"What has happened, Mr. Jones, my lord?"

Bertha Jorkins asked in tears, Duwei touched her head and said softly: "Don't cry, Bertha, it's nothing.

I just had a fight with Voldemort. I exchanged the lives of thirty-three people and half of Voldemort's soul for the scars on my body.

It’s already a good deal, isn’t it?”

Hearing Duwei's words, August was so frightened that his hands shook.

He subconsciously and panicked looked up at Dowey Jones, only to find that Dowey Jones was tilting his head and looking at him.

"Calm down, Mr. August, as a therapist, isn't it the right thing to maintain a rational state?

By the way, what is the potion you just fed me for?

After drinking that potion, I feel much more awake."

Du Wei said with some emotion: "I don't even need to cut out my bones to stay awake. Your medicine is really useful for me. So, doctor, thank you for telling me that I don't need to use it on my temples again."

A heart-piercing shot to gouge out the bones.
Chapter completed!