Chapter 986 I Think You Have Mistaken Your Identity

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

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

That was Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in the world, a man who had fought against the Dark Lord for two consecutive generations, the guardian of the Ministry of Magic in London, and the principal of Hogwarts.

And now, he decided...

"No……"

He let out a very low whimper in excitement. He couldn't believe it was true. Fudge looked at Kingsley and the man with short gray hair who had remained silent so far in confusion.

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

Fan Lin saw his hand slowly sliding towards his pocket pretending to be nonchalant.

Are you ready to fight Dumbledore?

Hopefully a blast of magic wouldn't cause his wand to explode in his hand, but that was very likely to happen.

"Don't be silly, Davis," Dumbledore said kindly. "I'm sure you were a very good Auror - I seem to remember that you got the 'Outstanding Award' in your Ordinary Wizarding Examination - but if If you try to - well - use force to force me to go back with you, then I will have to hurt you."

The man named Davis blinked a little stupidly, and looked at Fudge again, seemingly hoping to find some clues about how to act next.

"So," Fudge sneered, calming himself, "you're going to fight Davis, Kingsley, Dorothy and me on your own, are you? Dumbledore!"

"In Merlin's name, no," Dumbledore said with a smile, "unless you are stupid enough to want to use force to force me into submission!"

"He will never fight alone!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, and quickly reached into his robes.

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

"That's enough! Don't say any more useless words!" Fudge pulled out his own wand and said, "Davis! Kingsley! Arrest him!" A silver light swept across the room and sounded like a gunshot. There was a sound, and then the whole floor shook. When the second silver light flashed, Fan Lin grabbed Harry and lay on the ground with his hands, and then held Harry down tightly.

Dumbledore is more powerful than he thought!

Several of the portraits screamed loudly; Fox let out a shrill cry that filled the room with dust.

Harry coughed in the dust and saw a black figure fall heavily in front of him. First there was a scream and a crash, and someone yelled "No!" Then there was the sound of shattering glass, frantic footsteps, and groans. Then, there was no sound at all.

Fan Lin raised his head slightly, but Dumbledore's burst of power was too strong. It was morning everywhere, but Fan Lin saw Professor McGonagall lying next to them. It was she and Fan Lin who saved Harry and Marida. hurtful. Dust was still floating in the air and slowly settling on them.

Harry gasped softly and saw a tall figure walking towards them.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm fine!" Professor McGonagall replied, dragging several of his students to their feet. The dust has dispersed.

The office after the disaster looked roughly like this: Dumbledore's desk was turned over, all the small tables fell to the ground, and all the silver instruments on it were smashed into pieces. Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Davis were all lying motionless on the ground, while Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes was hovering in large circles above them and singing softly.

"Unfortunately, I also have to use magic on Kingsley, otherwise it will look very suspicious." Dumbledore said in a low voice. He quickly raised his wand to help while everyone was looking aside. I changed Marida's memory, "I'm so grateful to him, right?"

"Now they will wake up soon. It's best not to let them know that we have time to communicate - you have to pretend as if they have just been knocked to the ground now, they will not remember-"

"So where are you going, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall whispered softly, "The Order of the Phoenix?" "Oh, no," said Dumbledore with a determined smile, "I'm not leaving here. Hiding, I guarantee you, Fudge will soon wish he had never tried to kick me out of Hogwarts."

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called to him. Harry didn't know what to say first: how guilty he felt that he had caused so much trouble by setting up the Defense Against the Dark Arts, or what Dumbledore had to do to save him from being expelled. How bad did he feel to be leaving? But Dumbledore interrupted him before he could say anything else.

"Listen, Harry," he said urgently, "you have to do your best to learn Occlumency, you know? Do everything Snape tells you, especially every night when you go to sleep You have to practice before, so that you can terminate the memories related to your nightmares - you will know why soon, but you have to promise me -" The man named Davis began to move.

Dumbledore grabbed Harry's wrist tightly. "You must remember─to terminate your memory─"

But when Dumbledore's hands covered Harry's skin, the scar on his forehead hurt again, and he felt that scary, snake-like desire again: to strike Dumbledore, to gnaw. Him, to hurt him...

"─You will understand later," Dumbledore whispered. "As for you..."

Dumbledore gave Fan Lin a meaningful look.

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

Fawkes circled around the office and swooped over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore let go of Harry and raised his hand to grasp the phoenix's long golden tail firmly. The two of them disappeared together in a burst of fire.

"He ran there?" Fudge growled, pushing himself up from the floor. "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Kingsley shouted, jumping up.

"No, he can't use Apparition!" Umbridge shouted, "It can't be used in this school!"

"Stairs!" Davis shouted, rushing towards the door, flinging it open and disappearing behind it, Kingsley and Umbridge following closely behind him.

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

"Well, Minerva," Fudge straightened his sleeves and said in a slanderous tone, "I think this may be the end of Dumbledore."

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

Fudge looked like he didn't hear what she said. He was looking around the ruined office. Some of the portraits on the walls hissed at him, and one or two of them made rude and disrespectful gestures towards him.

"You'd better let the three of them go to bed," Fudge looked at Mai and the professor again, and nodded to a few people to indicate that they could leave. (To be continued)