Umbridge's face slowly turned red, as if there was a large pot of boiling water in her body, and Van Lin felt that Umbridge's blood was going to boil with anger.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore in amazement, as if he had suddenly received some major blow, and he couldn't believe that such a thing had happened.

That is Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in the world, the existence of two successive generations against the peak of the Dark Lord, the guardian of the Ministry of Magic in London, and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

And now, he has decided......

"No ......"

He let out a very low whimper of excitement, he couldn't believe it was true, and Fudge looked at Kingsley and the man with short gray hair who had been silent so far, a little confused.

The latter nodded comfortingly to Fudge, and moved a little forward from the wall.

Van Lin saw his hand slip slowly into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Ready to get hands-on with Dumbledore?

Hopefully, a magical blast won't blow his wand in his hand, but it's quite possible.

"Don't be stupid, Davis," Dumbledore said kindly, "I'm sure you're a great Auror—I think remember you getting the "Excellence" on your ordinary wizard rank exam—but if you try to—well—force me to go back with you, then I'm going to have to hurt you." ”

The man named Davis blinked a little stupidly, and looked at Fudge again, as if hoping to find some clue as to what to do next.

"So," Fudge sneered, and composed himself, "you're going to fight Davis, Kingsley, Dorothy, and me on your own, aren't you?"

"In Merlin's name, no," said Dumbledore, smiling, "unless you're stupid enough to force me to do so by force!"

"He's not going to do it alone!" Professor McGonagall said aloud, and slipped her hand into her robe.

"Oh, no, he will, Minerva!" Dumbledore sternly said, "Hogwarts needs!"

"Enough! Fudge pulled out his own wand and said, "Davis, Kingsley, arrest him!" A silver light swept across the room and made a clattering sound like a gunshot, and the entire floor vibrate. In the second flash of silver, Van Lin grabbed Harry with his hand and lay him on the ground, then held Harry tightly.

Dumbledore was even more powerful than he thought!

Several of the portraits screamed loudly, and Fawkes let out a shrill scream, and the room was covered in dust.

Harry coughed in the dust, and saw a black figure slam in front of him. There was a scream and a bang on the ground, and someone shouted "No!" loudly. Then there was the sound of glass shattering, frantic footsteps and moaning. Then, there was no sound at all.

Van Lin looked up slightly, but Dumbledore's burst was too strong, and it was morning everywhere, but Van Lin saw Professor McGonagall lying next to them, and it was she and Van Lin who saved Harry and Marida from harm. The dust was still floating in the air and slowly falling on them.

Harry gasped softly as he saw a tall figure walking towards them.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm fine!" Professor McConaughey replied as he dragged several of his students back to their feet. The dust has dispersed.

The post-mortem office looked something like this: Dumbledore's desk was turned over, all the small desks fell to the ground, and all the silver instruments on them were shattered. Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley, and Davis all lay motionless on the ground, while Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox was circling in a large circle above them and singing softly.

"Unfortunately, I have to use magic on Kingsley, too, otherwise it will look very suspicious. Dumbledore whispered, quickly raising his wand to help me change Marida's memory while everyone was looking to the side, "Thank you so much, right?"

"Now they'll wake up soon, and it's best not to let them know that we have time to communicate – you'll have to pretend like they've just been knocked to the ground now, and they won't remember."

"And where are you going, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall whispered softly, "Is this the Order of the Phoenix?" Oh, no," said Dumbledore with a determined smile, "I'm not going to leave here and go into hiding, I assure you, Fudge will soon wish he had never tried to get me out of Hogwarts." ”

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called him. Harry didn't know what to say at first: how guilty he was for starting Defence Against the Dark Arts and causing so much trouble, or how bad Dumbledore felt that he had to leave in order to save him from being expelled?

"Listen, Harry," he said urgently, "you have to do your best to learn Occlumency, you know? Do everything Snape tells you, especially every night before you go to sleep, and it will allow you to stop the memories of your nightmares—you'll know why, but you have to promise me—the man named Davis started moving.

Dumbledore gripped Harry's wrist tightly. "Remember—end your memories—"

But as Dumbledore's hand covered Harry's skin, the scar on his forehead hurt again, and he felt the terrifying, serpent-like desire to fight Dumbledore, to gnaw at him, to hurt him......

You'll find out later. Dundedo whispered. "As for you......"

Dumbledore gave Van Lin a meaningful look.

"I know what to do, Professor, but ......"

Fox circled around the office and swooped down on Dumbledore. Dumbledore let go of Harry and raised his hand to grasp the long golden tail of the phoenix firmly. The two of them disappeared together in a burst of firelight.

"Where did he go?" Fudge roared as he propped himself up from the floor, "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Kingsley shouted and jumped to his feet.

"No, he can't use Phantom Shifter!" Umbridge yelled, "It's not going to work in this school!"

"Stairs!" Davis yelled and rushed towards the door, slamming it open and disappearing behind it, Kingsley and Umbridge following him closely.

Fudge hesitated, slowly stood up, and dusted himself off. It was a long, painful silence.

"Well, Minerva," Fughira said, pulling his sleeve and in a slurious tone, "I think this will be the end of Dumbledore." ”

"You really think so, don't you?" Professor McGonagall said contemptuously.

Fudge didn't seem to hear what she said, and he was looking around the ruined office. Some of the portraits on the walls booed him, and one or two of them made rude gestures to him.

"You'd better get the three of them to bed," Fudge looked at Mai and Professor again, and nodded to a few of them to signal that they could leave.

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