Fudge looked at Dumbledore and didn't say anything, there was a moment in the headmaster's office, and the silence was terrifying.

The old Headmasters on the walls, who had not disappeared or slept tonight, watched the movement below with serious expressions, and Dalyse Devonte nervously held a handkerchief, she had never seen so many Aurors break into the office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts after so many years.

"Obviously, Dumbledore." Fudge tried his best to make his voice sound righteous, but there was a gloating look on his face that he couldn't suppress, "Your good days are over—"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I don't understand what you're saying." Dumbledore said gently, "If you're talking about something I don't know, I'd like to give you an explanation. ”

Fudge frowned, hesitated for a moment, and glanced back at Umbridge, as if hoping that his deputy minister/zhang would explain the situation on his behalf, but for some reason, Dolores was not as active as before, she stood in the back, even further back than Kingsley Shackle, and felt like she didn't care about herself.

"Ahem—" Fudge coughed twice, and the office was silent, except for Professor McGonagall, who lifted her glasses and made the sound of the robe's straps and cuffs rubbing against each other.

"It's—" Fudge took a deep breath, his diminutive height forced him to look up at Dumbledore, but the two were far apart, and the atmosphere in the air was getting tense.

"Stoic Podmore! Dumbledore, Scottie Podmore has already been convicted, illegally invaded the Ministry of Magic, tried to pass through a level 1 secret door of the Department of Mysteries, hehe, clumsy guy, we caught it, I didn't expect it - it looks like your subordinates are not very good! ”

"Do you have any evidence for this?" Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help herself, and she interjected.

"Of course, of course I have, Minerva!" Fudge's gaze turned to McGonagall, his shoulders undetectably relaxed, not having to face Dumbledore's calm, eagle-sharp eyes, which made Fudge feel relieved.

"Stoir has pleaded guilty, we have his confession, and he confessed to the whole thing at your behest, Dumbledore."

As Fudge's words fell, Rufus Scrimgeour made a succinct gesture, and the Aurors moved along the sides of the office, enclosing Dumbledore and his desk, and in the portrait of the Headmaster hanging on the wall, a silver-haired old woman witch, covering her face, as if afraid to look at the picture, muttered sadly:

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, no Auror has ever broken into here......"

"If it's just Stoicjee's words, I don't think it can convict a person with certainty, and besides, this is not a public trial, and I've never heard of a recent trial in the Wizengamot, so our justice system shouldn't be so hasty - Ministry/Mr. Zhang?"

"I don't believe it, it's ridiculous, I watch Albus every day, and you officials are arresting him on trumped-up charges, why don't you go and see the big devil who is at large——?" On the wall behind Dumbledore, a portrait of a fat wizard with a red nose roared.

"Thank you, Fosco, that's enough." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Don't let jealousy ruin you, Oswald." Former Headmaster, Armando Dippet speaks to Fudge in a portrait.

"Don't call me that!" Like a cat with its tail stepped on, Fudge almost jumped to his feet, "The evidence is so conclusive, you still have to deny it, it's crazy, don't I know, Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore—for so many years, it's been a tissue under my nose." ”

Fudge padded his feet, jumping in place, shouting like a weasel, "What is the reason for such an organization, Stoic is your man, think about what you have done, Albus!" The Wizengamot will judge you! ”

"So Stoic said he was instructed by me to break into the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand to stop McGonagall, who was still about to say something, and asked cautiously.

"You know that better than anyone, Dumbledore." Fudge teased, quietly removing the politeness from the top of his head, and now rejecting his anger, gently patting the dust on his robes, "I've seen signs of your madness since months ago, and when you frantically spread the news of the mysterious man's return, I was sure ......"

"I see, though I have to deny Ssignie's accusations with regret," Dumbledore whispered, half-moon-shaped glasses hanging down his long, crooked nose, and he looked at Fudge from behind his glasses, "and I warn you, and you—Scrimthour, I warn you, be careful that Stoigie is not the one to say such things." ”

"So you think we've got a dummy to be a witness against you!?" Fudge couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Umbridge's eerie silence as a helper made the Ministry of Magic/Zhang look like they were performing a one-man show, and the scene was embarrassing.

"I mean beware of the Imperius Curse, you won't forget how much trouble Voldemort used him to cause us." Dumbledore said as he crossed his long, powerful fingers, rubbing his nails from time to time.

The smoke from the silver watering can in the office shook violently, as if it were because too many people were gasping at the same time, just because Dumbledore said the name indifferently.

With the exception of Rufus Scrimgeur, Fudge and the people he brought with him all subconsciously took a step back.

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and Snape was like an invisible invisible man, and he hadn't said a word since Fudge came in.

"Stop!" Fudge jumped to his feet, drenched in flame-like red from the base of his neck to his cheeks, "You're just plotting against me, using this nonsense, to win over those who have been seduced by you, to build up an army, and even to send someone to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries!" Dumbledore, today, today, it's time for things like this to stop! Your days are over! ”

"That's complete, Connelly! - "Professor McGonagall shouted unbearably.

"Minerva!" Dumbledore stopped her solemnly and looked at Fudge calmly, "I see, so you're here to arrest me, aren't you?" Ministry/Mr. Zhang. ”

"Thank goodness you get it, otherwise I would have thought I'd be spending more indifferent time on this." Fudge became happy, stared at Dumbledore in surprise, and said loudly, "So you see...... Albus, as long as you are willing to confess your sins, the Wizengamot may not rebel against you, and for the sake of your past achievements, perhaps we can think of it as a mixture of your old age......"

"It's a shame and no dignity...... Shameless......" The red-nosed wizard in a painting on the wall snorted quietly.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, you're going to make a wise choice!" Umbridge interjected suddenly, and as if she had just remembered that she was a deputy of the Ministry of Magic/zhang, Fudge's loyal subordinate, she coaxed Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore ignored Umbridge, just focused on Fudge, carefully examined, and forced Fudge to dare not look at him with his sharp eyes, and secretly begged Dumbledore in his heart to look away quickly, but the next second he became angry and annoyed, and he was exactly aware of his self-esteem, and was offended to some extent again.

"Enough!" He yelled, "Stop playing your tricks, Dumbledore, now you're going to be escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you'll be formally charged, and you'll be sent to Azkaban to await trial!" ”

With Fudge's roar, Rufus Scrimgeour raised his arm slightly, his wand raised upward, and the other Aurors clenched their wands tightly, and the expression on Kingsley Shackle's face was unusually solemn, or rather, the air in the office was about to freeze.

"Ah," Dumbledore said softly, "in that case, I think we may have a little difficulty. ”

Fudge was slightly stunned by the smoke, and a drop of sweat oozed from his sideburns, "Sleepy...... Difficulty? ”

"With all due respect, I don't see any difficulty, Headmaster Dumbledore—" Umbridge stepped forward, this time standing behind Fudge, which also reassured Mr. Zhang, who continued Umbridge's words:

"Yes—that's right, stop playing this trick, Dumbledore, wait until the judgment seat to defend yourself!"

"No, no, no, I think our disagreement is that you seem to have misunderstood, Connelly." Dumbledore said apologetically, "You think I'm going to—what's the point—sit still?" - Tied up? Unfortunately, I won't do that, there's a lot of work to do, I don't want to go to Azkaban at all, of course - I can get out, but frankly, why waste that time? ”

Fudge was like a choked chick, his face became redder and redder, as if someone had poured boiling water on it, and the expression on his face was silly, as if he had been beaten, but Rufus Scrimgeur, who was standing behind him, reacted faster, and he took a big stride with a wand in his hand, like an old lion, and jumped in front of Fudge.

"Don't be stupid, Rufus." Dumbledore winked gently at the head of the Auror Office, "I'm sure you're a great Auror, very good, but if you want to arrest me violently, then I'll have no choice but to be rude to you." ”

Fudge took a step forward, re-standing in front of Scrimgeur, and reached out to block the Auror Director as he was about to raise his wand, the tide of anger faded and was replaced by an icy sneer, "So, are you going to deal with Rufus, Shackle, Dolores, and so many Aurors and me alone?" ”

"He's not alone!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, a hand reaching into the robe, and Snape moved the cuff of the robe imperceptibly.

"No, he's the only one, Minerva!" Dumbledore sternly said, "Hogwarts needs you!" ”

"Enough!" Fudge said as he pumped his wand, "Rufus, Dolores, on!" Catch him! ”

A silver flash swirled around the room; With a loud cannon roar, the floor shook; Before Umbridge could pronounce the incantation, the oncoming shockwave had knocked her to the ground, and she held on to the ground to get up, and then—a second silver flash exploded; Several portraits were shouting, and Fawkes screamed and flew off the perch, and the air was filled with dust.

Umbridge coughed and saw a tall, blurred figure in front of him rumble to the ground, it was Rufus Scrimgeur; There was a scream, followed by a tom, and someone shouted, "No! Then came the sound of glass breaking, the sound of shuffling and walking desperately, and the sound of *****......

"Dumbledore—you!" Dolores stood up, and in the smoke and dust, she saw that there were not many people standing in the office, Rufus Scrimgeur, the old lion, passed out on the ground, and the Aurors lay on the ground, all of them did not move, only two figures slowly stood up in the distance, judging by their figures, it was McGonagall and Snape.

"You're crazy!" Fudge screamed and stepped back, his wand long gone, and he stepped back in small steps, desperate to grab something that could be used as a weapon.

A shadow much taller than him did not answer, and Umbridge saw the silver light skyrocket, and the next second there was a violent explosion, and Fudge also fell, but Dolores Umbridge didn't care about it at all, and instead showed an unpredictable and strange smile.

She stood up calmly, like a prisoner on the execution ground, Umbridge did not resist any longer, the aftermath of the explosion spread, and Umbridge fell to the ground unharmed, before closing her eyes, she saw Dumbledore's feet gradually walking in.

The dust cleared, and the mutilated office loomed into view: Dumbledore's desk had flipped upside down, the slender table had been knocked to the floor, the silverware on the table had been broken, and all the Ministry staff except Dolores were lying motionless on the floor, Phoenix Fawkes flying in a large circle overhead, chirping softly.

"Where are you going, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall whispered, "Grimmauld Place? ”

Snape also leaned over and quietly put something in his hand back into his robes, no doubt it should be his wand, and it was unknown how much force the explosive potions class had just taught just now.

"No, Minerva, I'm not going into hiding, as I said, there's a lot of work I need to do, and here—I'll leave it to you for now."

Dumbledore smiled resolutely and said, "It won't be long before Fudge regrets his decision, until then, be optimistic about this place, and be optimistic about Hogwarts-"

McGonagall nodded solemnly, Dumbledore waved his hand, Fawkes circled around the office and flew low over Dumbledore, Dumbledore raised a hand and clutched the long golden tail of the phoenix, and with a burst of flame, they both disappeared.