Chapter 364 You're probably crazy

In the light blue flame, Duvey Jones's eyes were still so strange. Under his magic, someone's wand turned into ashes.

It's not Duvey Jones's anyway.

Bella still wanted to take action, but Du Wei had already appeared behind her.

Her bones softened as soon as possible, and Du Wei grabbed her and told her not to fall down.

"I will leave your whole body behind, I'm pretty sure Voldemort will bring your body back, so I'm curious if he will bury you, where he will bury you.

More importantly, I want to know whether he will lose his mind because of your death.”

Duvey Jones' wand pressed against Bella's neck and whispered softly.

Then, Bella wanted to speak, and Duvey Jones used [Everyday Petrochemical].

Just a moment.

The trachea was petrochemical, and even the lungs turned into stones. Du Wei grabbed her tightly to make sure her body did not fall. It was not until a while before Du Wei Jones let go.

Duvey Jones watched Bella fall to the ground.

Silent.

Duvey Jones looked at her body without saying anything.

silence.

Endless silence.

Duvey Jones felt a little empty suddenly.

After killing someone, there was no excitement, and there was not even the excitement of getting the card after Azkaban beat her.

He picked up all the cards on the ground and turned them into Sclinger's appearance.

It became that lion again.

"You are dead, too."

"Who else is not dead?"

"Is Voldemort the only one left?"

"No, there is also Azkaban."

“It will succeed.”

He stared at Bella's body, carried it up, and glanced at the goblins on the ground again. The goblins looked at Duvey Jones in fear, or rather, they looked at Sclinger.

Duvey Jones tilted his head, "I'll come to you, if you can, you can kill me there, but I don't promise I won't fight back.

But if Death takes us away, I may not have a wand. When you rush over, I may really be able to beat four hands with two fists, right?"

Having said this, he waved his wand.

Blood splattered.

...

In the Gringot Hall, several people paced back and forth. Tonks looked very nervous. She looked at the hall frequently, and then someone rushed in from outside.

"minister?"

Seeing Ms. Burnshi walk in, Tonks greeted her. Ms. Burnshi said concisely: "Where is Rufus?"

"The director went downstairs..."

Ms. Burnshi did not speak, and the rest of the people dared not speak. They could all feel that the Minister was very unhappy now, but in fact, the Minister was indeed very unhappy.

Ms. Burnshi felt that Sclinger's spirit had already had problems. He would not have been so reckless before. At least he knew what danger was. It was not like now, facing Bella in person!

Isn't this crazy? What is this?

Just when she was extremely angry, the bell leading to the underground vault rang. Several people took a look and rushed towards the other side.

The door of the small-pass car in the underground vault opened, and the bitter cold wind rushed out, causing the torches inside to sway. Scleringer walked out of it. His clothes were covered with blood, and his should have others. On his back, he should be carrying the famous Death Eater, Bella.

"She's dead."

Duvey Jones looked at the people present, loudly, and said in a voice that wanted everyone to hear: "Bellatrix Lestrange, Death Eater, she is dead.

Just die here, she paid the price for her sins!"

Bella's body fell to the ground, without a trace of breath, and her face did not look shocked, but was full of madness, as if at the last moment of her life, what she wanted to do was not fear, but battle.

What a lunatic.

Even before she died, she was still a lunatic.

Putting Bella on the ground, Duvey Jones looked at everyone and said, "All Death Eaters will be wiped out by the Ministry of Magic! No matter who it is, the Death Eaters on the dock are at the beginning, and now these high-level Death Eaters cadres, no matter who it is."

He looked down at the corpse, coughed, and said, "In the end, Voldemort will pay the price for their indiscriminate killing innocent people!"

Ms. Burnshi took a deep breath.

She felt a little dizzy.

She looked at the corpse on the ground and looked at Sclinger again. She took a deep breath again, trying to calm herself down and said, "Take him away, and all the remaining Ministry of Magic operators here will be evacuated and the alert state will be raised."

There are no people from the Magic Traffic Department here, so she can't say what she says next, she needs to go back to the Ministry of Magic.

This time I came here too anxiously, and the ones she brought were hitters and some dragon trainers.

It's also a matter of course.

Dragon trainers are an ancient profession, but not many in English. Most of them capture various dragons in countries like Romania and are responsible for domesticating these dragons. Different dragon trainers have different domestication in their eyes.

For example, the dragon trainer in Romania and the dragon trainer in Gringott are a profession. There are two methods. Their magic is powerful. Dragons are different from other creatures. These creatures have the so-called "magic resistance", just like giants. The ordinary curse falls on them and has no effect.

It’s just that these dragon trainers are called duels with strikers. These dragon trainers are not necessarily opponents of strikers, because the dragon trainer’s opponent is a dragon, not a wizard, and the strong spell is not a problem. The problem is that your spell must at least hit people.

They all found the dragon trainer, which shows that there is indeed no one in the Ministry of Magic.

I don't know how she did it.

"Everyone needs to shrink, at least temporarily." Ms. Burnshi said. This time was different from the last time. The last war at the dock soon encountered "revenge". In that battle, the entire Ministry of Magic suffered heavy losses. This time, although it seemed that only one person died, the Ministry of Magic was also a troublesome.

Ms. Burnshi was not sure they could endure the revenge from Voldemort in full, so she could only temporarily shrink everyone to make sure that the Ministry of Magic would not be severely damaged. And it seemed that Sclinger was a little bad.

"Can't go to St. Mungo."

Sclinger's language was very clear, and he said clearly: "I'm fine..."

"Whether you have something to say is not the limit."

Ms. Burnshi said hard, "You really need to calm down. I think you're too crazy now."

Ms. Burnshi said: "Now, go back to the Ministry of Magic with me, I have something to tell you."

She looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "The corpse is temporarily placed here, don't worry."

(End of this chapter)
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