Duwei did not drink tea, and Old Bati on the opposite side did not eat the chocolate handed over by Duwei.

They don't trust each other.

"So."

Du Wei stretched out his arm indifferently and handed it to Old Batty and said, "Do you mind grabbing my arm? Dear Mr. Crouch?"

Old Batty grabbed his arm, and for a moment, it seemed like someone was thrown into a big vortex, and the two disappeared into the manor.

Old Bati only felt that he was shaking, the world was trembling, disappearing into a world of strange lights and land.

This is a phantom shift, and Old Bati can also move, but he has never been so dizzy!

The phantom moved for a moment, and when they appeared again, Old Bati couldn't help but lie beside him, lying on the side of the road, and started to retching.

Du Wei glanced at him with pity.

"Is it motion sickness, Mr. Crouch?"

Du Wei asked.

Old Batty Crouch did not answer his words. He waved his hand in pain, looked at Du Wei with a pale face and said, "Why can you phantomize here?"

He remembered that his manor also had anti-phantom curse.

"All powers have limits, spells are, and anti-curses are. If a person is strong enough, my Mr. Crouch, his power can even surpass death.

Have you ever heard of a fable?

A fable about the three brothers and the god of death?”

He walked into the mansion that set a protective spell in front of him, but did not protect the villa. The owner of the mansion was a new nobleman. It can be seen from the fact that he had not had a house elf here that he had not been rich for a long time. Of course, it can also be said that he was a middle-class wizard who suddenly became rich.

Not everyone is like Hogwarts professors and hunting ground administrators, the surplus is hidden.

It can be seen that the gentleman in the mansion has not had a good taste.

Duvey walked in front and Old Batty Crouch walked behind.

"I know that allegorical story, saint, is it? I heard that Grindelwald is a saint who is pursuing the legendary death hallows."

Those who believe in the existence of the Deathly Hallows are called saints.

Du Wei nodded, he turned into the owner's kitchen and signaled Old Bati to help him, and he decided to make tea first.

"milk."

"black tea."

"boiling water."

"Aha, there are some white sugar and caramel milk tea, but unfortunately there are no stockings."

Du Wei did not continue to answer Old Bati's words and said to himself. Old Bati followed him and waved his wand.

Under magic, the kettle was filled with water, and flew to the flames, asking the flames to lick the bottom of the pot. Old Bati also took two cups and washed them.

He is very interested in Du Wei now, and he always feels that Du Wei must know something.

He and the Dark Lord didn't seem to be together.

He doesn't really want the Dark King to resurrect.

This madman must have known many secrets that others don't know. Otherwise, he would not have escaped from Azkaban, and he possessed this surprising magical attainment.

Yes, he is talking about [Phantom Shift]. The Ministry of Magic is not a master wizard without Phantom Shift, but even these wizards cannot guarantee that every time they cast magic, they are 100% correct and have no flaws.

Curses and wands are the amplification of magic.

Magic is the power of a wizard.

A wizard is a human.

In the final analysis, magic is still people-oriented.

If a person is angry, his magic will contain his anger. When a person is discouraged, even if he is possessed of magic and holds a magic wand, he cannot produce even a little magic and can only wait to die.

Therefore, even those great wizards do not need to use the magic of phantom movement at will. The magic of phantom movement only requires a little mistake. Even if you are not focused, your person will be there, your head will be there, your head will be different, and your death will be strange.

Such things have happened too many times in the magic world. Many magic that everyone is commonplace is not possible and will not be safe. Du Wei can move the phantom to this extent. Old Bati feels that Du Wei must know something.

He had no such magic before.

He was completely different from him before he was imprisoned and after he was released from prison.

Sometimes he wondered if someone had changed his face with him in Azkaban?

Old Batty hit the side.

Du Wei ignored the people around him. He hummed an unwritten tune and made tea for the two of them. Then he picked up the frying pan, poured the white sugar into the frying pan, and began to boil caramel over low heat.

"What are we doing here?"

It has been suggested that Du Wei many times that Old Bati wanted to know what the fables of the three brothers mean. But Du Wei turned a deaf ear, and in desperation, he could only ask them what they were doing here.

Incorporated into the topic.

"What are you doing here? Catch people, my friend. Mr. Crouch, I said, I will help you fight that fool Forge.

But he is the Minister of Magic after all. My dear, since he was the Minister of Magic, he had a natural advantage. Even if you and Ms. Bornshi have taken the truth, even if you are extremely strong, you still have no advantage. You are born oppressed. This is the benefit brought by the Minister of Magic for so many years. This position, even if there is a pig above, can still oppress you.

So my opinion is, Dementor.”

"What do you mean?"

Old Batty Crouch heard the "dementor", and his heart beat violently for a few times. He looked at Du Wei, but saw Du Wei picking up his legs with difficulty, putting them on his other leg, crossing his legs, and not talking.

It hurts to do this.

But Du Wei did not respond at all. The disadvantage of rheumatoid arthritis is that in this weather, the unbearable pain and soreness that penetrated into the gaps in his bones.

Such pain, spine and migraine, has always been entangled with Du Wei.

Lesion.

Du Wei is used to it.

He sat on the ground and directed Lao Bati to melt the white sugar. After bubbles, Lao Bati poured the brewed black tea water into about 200 ml, then poured in fresh milk, stirred evenly, and poured in the remaining 300 ml of black tea again.

The sweet smell of caramel appears in the air.

The milk tea is ready.

"Death Eater, Mr. Crouch, I don't believe you don't know that there are a large number of Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic?"

Old Bati's hand was paused, he poured two cups of milk tea, handed it to Du Wei, who was sitting on the ground and said, "What do you mean?"

"Walton McGoniell, a Death Eater who has been lurking since the first war on the Death Eater, I remember correctly, will be back later tonight, and at that time, I want you to attack and knock him down when he doesn't see our faces clearly, can you do it?"

"Can."

Old Bati already knows Du Wei’s ideas a little.

"Then what."

He wanted to make sure whether what he thought was the same as what Du Wei said.

"Then?"

Du Wei giggled.

"Aren't you the best at Soul-Snatching Curse? Give him the Soul-Snatching Curse and summon the Dark King's mark when the Dementors attacked the students in the first Quidditch game of Hogwarts."

Du Wei said, blowing the aroma of caramel milk tea, "When the time comes, believe me, it is not just the professors and principals of Hogwarts who want Fauci to live.

I want Faugi to enjoy the price of a corpse-based meal.

It is true that he is the Minister of Magic, but this time, I want to see, the school parents, Dumbledore, Professor Hogwarts and your anger, mixed together, can he, the Minister of Magic, still hold on!"

After Du Wei finished speaking, someone opened the door. Before he could come in, he smelled the smell of caramel milk tea in the air at home. He became alert, but unfortunately, even if he was alert, he was not a match for Old Batty Crouch.

Old Batty Crouch knocked him out, stuffed him into the bedroom, and began to use the Soul-Snatching Curse.

Du Wei is right. In terms of the Soul-Snatching Curse, Batty Crouch is indeed professional.

Poor McGonie, played with by Old Batty in his palm.

...

Hogwarts.

A storm.

In the afternoon, the heavy rain not only did not weaken, but became even more manic, and the willows became more vague under the strong wind.

The field of the ball is also extremely dangerous, with silver-white lightning passing through the clouds, illuminating the day.

In such bad weather.

Harry also began to get impatient.

He has been a little restless these days. Although he wanted to listen to the professor's speculation, after he really knew the speculation, he did not have the peace he imagined.

His mind is still not strong enough.
To be continued...