"You should know that there are many people who want your head now. It is irrational to appear outside the Ministry of Magic at this time. If those who killed you knew you were here, I would not have picked up a wand to fight with others for you."

With heavy snow, Duvey Jones sat in the bar, staring at the vaguely Hogsmeade Village, dazed.

Abuforth said with a glass of wine and smashed it in front of Duvey Jones.

The Pig Head Bar still had the disgusting taste, and Abforth sat opposite Duvey Jones and even made a not-so-funny joke with Duvey Jones.

After Duvey Jones did these things, his attitude towards "Sclinger" was much better than the naked eye.

All the treatments Abufort treated him have also increased.

The rest of the wizards can see whether the Ministry of Magic does anything.

Especially people like Abuforth. Although Abuforth works as a bar owner in Hogsmeade village, if anyone underestimates the only brother of the greatest white wizard, he will definitely suffer a lot.

After all, he was also standing by Grindelwald and his brother back then.

He is also a irritable wizard.

Duvey Jones received his recognition, which also means that he may have also been recognized by a large number of wizards who are determined to fight Voldemort.

The wizards fear Voldemort, but they are not cowards.

Even cowards are willing to fight against Voldemort.

Courage is a hymn to mankind.

They need a leader.

Dumbledore was the Order of the Phoenix. Later, Dumbledore died and Hogwarts fell. The teachers had to temporarily endure the Death Eaters' fingers until Harry Potter returns.

Harry Potter became the leader.

Every Hogwarts teacher, note that everyone, is trapped in his own part for the hero against Voldemort, including the Carlo brothers and sisters - they are just stupid.

Now, "Rufus Sclinger" is the leader of the magic world. He wants to gather a raging fire. More importantly, no one knows better than Du Wei that his fire is not just Voldemort.

He would also burn the magic world into a ball of ashes.

That's the purpose.

Seeing the flame whiskey in front of him, Duvey Jones shrugged and said, "I didn't want this glass of wine."

Abuforth: "I've invited you, I've done a good job, man."

Duvey Jones finally showed a long-lost smile.

"Thanks."

He picked up the cup and signaled to Abufos.

Abufort smiled and said, "Wait for me," then went to the basement to find what "Sclinger" needed.

Duvey Jones was left alone and sat in the "Lobby".

Then, the door was lifted open, a gust of wind blew in. Outside, a tall old man walked in through the wind and snow in his cloak, and closed the door with his backhand.

A powerful old man from Kong Wu.

Duvey Jones looked up slightly and saw the person walking in, the old man with beautiful blue eyes.

Albus Dumbledore first looked at the portrait in the hall, the woman named Ariana. Ariana saw Albus Dumbledore, ran out "dially" and soon disappeared into the frame.

Dumbledore's lips opened and closed a little, and he didn't say anything.

If Duvey Jones read correctly, Dumbledore's eyes were dim when he saw Ariana leave.

"Maybe you shouldn't be here, Dumbledore, you're not welcomed by tables and chairs."

Duvey Jones said mockingly from the side.

"Maybe."

Dumbledore shook the snow on his body. It could be seen that he did not use magic to avoid the heavy snow in the sky. When he heard the words "Sclinger", he was not angry, but instead adjusted his mindset and said playfully: "It doesn't matter."

He poked his finger in the face and said, "My skin has always been very thick."

"very good."

He said so, what else can Duvey Jones say?

I could only ask him to sit down. When the greatest white wizard in the world is an old naughty boy, he really can't do anything to this person.

Dumbledore sat opposite him, took out a cup from himself, and poured himself a glass of wine.

He seemed to know that his younger brother would not give him drinks.

Seeing him take a sip, his trembling body warmed a little, Duvey Jones then asked, "Are you here for me, Principal Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said bluntly: "Because your invitation, you know, I'm old, and it's useless (as he said this, Duvey Jones sneered, as if he was mocking the old wizard to the point of being hypocritical. Dumbledore didn't care, he continued to speak), so many people here used owls to give me letters to ask for my meaning.

Those little cuties stood all over my principal's room, and I had no place to sit. Because the newspapers have been hit recently, there was no open space in Hogwarts' owl shack.

Fortunately, Fox doesn't care about these owls, otherwise I'll be in trouble. They asked me to persuade you."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore's teasing words disappeared.

He became quite serious.

He didn't laugh, Duvey Jones laughed.

"What an old fox isn't it? The emotional change is so natural. Principal, are you going to talk to me seriously about the topic?"

Dumbledore didn't laugh, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Duvey Jones' arm and said solemnly: "There is no one here, so, Mr. Sclinger, please tell me."

His azure blue eyes stared at Duvey Jones, as if to see Duvey Jones’ soul clearly, he said, “Are you Sclinger or Duvey Jones?”

Duvey Jones was not alarmed and looked at Dumbledore and raised his lips slightly: "Albus Dumbledore, I heard that you are one of the strongest masters of God-Sucking and Practicing in the world."

Duvey Jones stared at Dumbledore's charming eyes and said to the point of tit: "Then why don't you look at me with the God-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-S

If you take a look, don’t you know everything?”

"I am not a maniac to capture the gods and seek thoughts."

Dumbledore also responded softly.

"Then what are you doing now? I thought you wouldn't be like this, Dumbledore. At least I don't think you would be so stupid here. Attacking a senior official of the Ministry of Magic is not one of the legal exemptions."

Duvey Jones said: "If you don't let go, I don't mind throwing a principal in the Azkabane, oh Dumbledore, do you like Azkaban?"

Dumbledore said, "I will never go to Azkaban."

At this moment, Abuforth, who was holding a lot of things from the basement, walked up. Seeing this scene, he put down the things in his hand and shouted loudly: "Abus, why are you doing in my bar?"
Chapter completed!