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Normally, a person's heart would not be completely taken out of the chest.

In order to completely remove the heart from the chest, several blood vessels need to be completely stripped off, and other organs connected to them need to be divided.

What's more important is that people who have their hearts ripped out will not still be alive.

But magic is so magical.

'This is magic.'

Du Wei looked at these hearts with some obsession.

Du Wei pinched one of the hearts.

The wizards behind looked at all this with fear. Du Wei exerted a little force, and one of the wizards held his chest tightly, even though it was empty.

Panic is spreading.

Someone brought the wand.

Dowey Jones shook his finger to signal them not to seek death.

"No, no, gentlemen, if I were you, I would never pick up a wand and deal with an experienced Auror.

Your spells are not as fast as mine. If you attack me, I might crush your heart.

I am certain that you will not be able to survive without a heart.

Want to try? I'm not in the mood to play with you today, and I'm not sending you to Azkaban, so you're in luck, you bastard."

Du Wei looked at them and said, "Put down the wand, otherwise, you will die."

Narcissa was so nervous that she almost suffocated.

She was stiff all over.

The remaining Death Eaters looked at each other and finally dropped their wands on the ground.

"Good dog."

Du Wei said.

He took out the box and carefully put the hearts of these Death Eaters into it.

"After this is done, I will return my heart to you."

Duwei promised these Death Eaters.

"Do you know what you are doing? Mr. Scrimgeour.

If you do this, can I assume that you are threatening me?

Threatening a Malfoy widow like me?

The widow of an operator whose husband died in the line of duty for the Ministry of Magic?

Or is this what Ms. Bernsch meant? She asked you to come!

Is this how you treat us?"

Narcissa still wanted to fight to the death.

She said sternly and inwardly.

The method is very official.

If she was facing the real Scrimgeour, it might actually work.

Unfortunately, he was facing Du Wei.

Du Wei impatiently tightened his tie knot with his hand, took out a letter and said: "Look at this, madam, please stop making any noise.

I'm in a very bad mood.

You can explain these things yourself, so I recommend you leave me alone.

I didn't come to you, Mrs. Malfoy, you came to me for help.

It's just that in order to prevent you from being exposed, I changed your memory and you forgot about it.

You also told me your whereabouts today, so don’t waste time."

Du Wei was telling the truth. He fiddled with several boxes, and powerful spells flew out, hitting several Death Eaters outside and changing their memories wantonly. The Forgetting Curse deletes other people's memories.

In terms of performance, it is really fruitful!

These Death Eaters wanted to struggle, but they didn't even have the ability to struggle.

Just a bunch of German barbarians.

Du Wei thought contemptuously.

That's what Scrimgeour calls people.

Germanic barbarians.

He is also an old-school gentleman. Old-school means that he has traditional ideas. Gentleman means that he will kill others before they are in danger, so when everyone sees him, he is polite.

Everyone who has seen his rude side has probably died.

"We don't have much time, ma'am, so I need you to look fast."

Du Wei said while working: "You remember what you said last time, you are now among the Death Eaters and are responsible for contacting people from the outside world.

So, you're here to meet people from the Ministry of Magic, right?

I need to know who the Ministry of Magic officer you want to meet is.

Ministry of Magic, is there anyone who is communicating privately with Voldemort?

Also, tell me Voldemort's next plan.

I can protect your son, Draco Malfoy, but you must tell me everything you know.

This is an equal exchange, the equal exchange you promised, ma'am."

Narcissa was so distraught that she had no idea what was going on.

She turned a deaf ear to this information.

She quickly flipped through the letters and soon discovered that the handwriting on these letters was indeed written by her.

When writing these letters, she also left some small marks on them that only she knew.

This means Scrimgeour didn't lie.

They did reach an agreement.

At a glance, Narcissa quickly understood what was happening ahead.

Not long ago, more than a week ago, someone contacted her and told her that her son, Draco Malfoy, was in danger.

Scrimgeour and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic could protect her child.

The deal is that she will become the Ministry of Magic's spy hidden among the Death Eaters!

After she agreed to the conditions, she learned that Draco had a grudge against Voldemort - this was something Narcissa knew very well, because of the incident with Lucius Malfoy, Draco had a grudge against both the Dark Lord and Dovey Jones.

Have extremely strong hatred.

Hard to hide.

This is the fatal flaw.

"The Dark Lord will kill your son unless you cooperate with us and we will protect Draco, not just this time. You know what Death Eaters are.

If no one helps, how much do you think Draco has your husband's human skills?

Without our help, he can't move forward. Without the help of others, your son Draco is just cannon fodder among the Death Eaters."

Mr. Scrimgeour's words were like poison, eroding Mrs. Malfoy's heart.

Narcissa quickly gave in.

"Why is this contact's name blacked out?"

Narcissa knew this was true, so she couldn't help but ask a less important question.

"Protecting Informants."

Dowey Jones said, and he took out a pipe, briar wood, gold cigarette holder, something passed down from his ancestors.

He filled it with tobacco and said: "I have already asked someone to notify Mr. Malfoy. Presumably, Mr. Malfoy will go to Dumbledore for help.

Of course, if your son doesn't cooperate with us.

I will go to Hogwarts personally to deal with your son's affairs, and I will make sure not to let him continue to be willful.

At least he won't have his neck broken by Voldemort when he comes home for Christmas.

Now is your time to show your sincerity."

Du Wei lit his pipe, took a puff, and exhaled white mist.
To be continued...