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Official matters should be led by the officials.

When the goblin said that the Ministry of Magic has all the power to dispose of Gringotts.

The Ministry of Magic had better really have full control over Gringotts.

Du Wei looked at the wizards and goblins on the ground, stretched out his wand, and the wine floated from their wine glasses, and finally turned into ribbons, binding everyone here.

A wonderful use of transfiguration.

If he was strong enough, he could conjure these ribbons out of thin air.

After catching everyone here, he started calling people from the Ministry of Magic.

Soon, the strikers and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came over. Although Mr. Scrimgeour was not the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department yet, everyone could see that Ms. Burnsch was determined to help him up.

The Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic is Ms. Burnsch's domain.

It is only a matter of time before Mr. Scrimgeour becomes the leader of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Bob took out a colorful handkerchief and kept wiping his sweat.

"You look nervous, Bob, would you like some? There are mint leaves in it to refresh you."

Scrimgeour handed over his pipe.

"No."

Bob refuses.

He looked at this situation with a grimace, hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and reminded: "Mr. Scrimgeour, is this a little too much?"

"I will bear all the consequences."

Scrimgeour stared at Bob and said, "This is just the beginning, Bob, and this is where we are going.

Not even the top note of a storm, my friend.

If anyone comes to you, tell them to come to me, remember, anyone, including Ms. Bernsch."

Listening to Scrimgeour's decisive voice and looking at his unswerving look, Bob's lips wriggled, but in the end he said nothing.

Thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Good luck, Scrimgeour."

Bob, as the batsman captain, knows a few things.

He knew that the people behind these Goblin Bars were not simple, but since Scrimgeour had said so, he would not remind Scrimgeour again to ruin the scenery.

In any case, Scrimgeour will be his boss in the future.

Don't question your boss's actions.

This is the survival philosophy of a veteran in the workplace.

If even a director of the Department of Law Enforcement can't deal with the goblin.

Bob felt that things were a little out of control.

He believed that Scrimgeour also knew what was right.

So he walked in silently, and with his strikers, he separately captured the goblins and wizards lying here, and led them out of Diagon Alley.

This is really attracting attention.

Several newspaper offices were very excited.

This is big news.

Du Wei stood at the door, leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe with mint leaves in it. Du Wei stared at the people outside. There was time in front of him. After waking up, Narcissa and the Death Eaters were walking towards this side.

, seeing that this place was being taken over by others, he didn’t come close, just took a look at it from a distance and left.

It starts to snow in Diagon Alley.

Duwei's khaki clothes were gradually hidden under the heavy snow.

As for the goblins, the goblins should already know about this matter.

Du Wei didn't know whether these goblins were in a hurry, but he knew that some wizards were definitely in a hurry, because among the wizards he caught, there were some pure-blood wizards and spies who had contact with Voldemort.

Arrest these people and go back.

Those wizards will be scared.

Of course Du Wei knew what kind of criticism he would encounter.

But isn't this what he expected?

'The game has just begun.'

Duwei smoked his pipe, and as the smoke curled up, he picked up all the cards scattered on the ground and watched with his own eyes as Bob returned to the Ministry of Magic with all the fairies and people.

During this period, he did not wait for the goblin.

"You guys are wise."

Duwei said, when going back, everyone in the Leaky Cauldron looked at Scrimgeour.

"Have a glass of wine, any kind of wine is fine."

Du Wei said.

Old Tom gave Duwei a glass of wine.

"What mistake did they make?"

Old Tom asked, and everyone's ears pricked up. They also wanted to know what mistakes these people had made.

"Fornicating with Death Eaters."

Du Wei said bluntly, and Old Tom trembled.

This was what Du Wei wanted. After finishing the wine, Du Wei placed the cup on the table.

"So Old Tom, the storm is coming."

Du Wei stood up, glanced at the people around him and said: "After I go back, I will submit a legal opinion as the director of the Auror Office. From now on, the death penalty will be reinstated. Death Eaters should not be thrown into the

Azkaban, they should be beheaded with swords!

Like the Muggle Emperor of France.

At the same time, I will apply to release the Unforgivable Curse from the Aurors. The war is about to begin, ladies and gentlemen."

He put on his hat, straightened his clothes, and straightened his tie.

"I hope that after this war, I can see you again and you can see me.

If it were this time, I wouldn't be able to succeed.

Then please don't bury my body."

He noticed a golden beetle hiding in the dark, put the pipe in his mouth, and Dowey Jones strode away.

As soon as he left the Leaky Cauldron, noisy sounds came from the Leaky Cauldron.

Like a lively bar.

This is what Du Wei wants.

He returned to the Ministry of Magic, and Duwei did not see Ms. Bernsch.

Ms. Bernsch is still at Hogwarts.

He saw a nasty, disgusting pink toad.

She stopped on the road and showed a disgusting, sweet smile.

Du Wei blew a puff of smoke into her face.

Very frivolous action.

The pink toad is furious!

"Do you know what you are doing, Mr. Scrimgeour? Are you harassing a lady?"

Du Wei smiled.

The answer is not what was asked.

"First of all, you are not a lady, and I am not a gentleman."

"Secondly, you should be lucky, Umbridge."

Du Wei said quietly: "You are a hybrid, not a Death Eater, otherwise, I would have thrown you into Azkaban long ago.

People like you are more hateful than Death Eaters!"

Umbridge's chest heaved with anger, her face turned red, and she looked at Scrimgeour fiercely.

"I took note of your words, Mr. Scrimgeour!"

She shouted loudly at Scrimgeour's back.
To be continued...