HP Magic Biography

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 about to boil with anger.

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

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

And now, he decided to...

No……

He let out an extremely low whimper excitedly, he couldn't believe it was real, Fudge looked at Kingsley and the man with short gray hair who had kept silent so far in a little confusion.

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

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

Ready to fight Dumbledore?

Hopefully a magical shock wouldn't blow his wand apart in his hand, but that was a very likely thing to happen.

Don't be silly, Davies, said Dumbledore kindly, I'm sure you're a fine Auror—I seem to remember you getting a Distinguished Award in your Ordinary Wizarding Rank exams—but if You're trying to—well—force me to go back with you by force, and I'll have to hurt you.

The man named Davis blinked stupidly, and looked at Fudge again, seemingly hoping for some clue as to what to do next.

So, Fudge sneered, and collected himself, you're going to stand alone against Davis, Kingsley, Dorothy, and me, aren't you? Dumbledore!

In the name of Merlin, no, said Dumbledore, smiling, unless you're stupid enough to try to force me into submission!

He won't fight alone! cried Professor McGonagall, slipping his hand into his robes.

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

Enough! Stop that useless talk! said Fudge, drawing his own wand. Davis! Kingsley! Arrest him! 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,

Then he held Harry tightly.

Dumbledore is more powerful than he imagined!

Several painted portraits screamed loudly; Fawkes uttered a piercing cry, and suddenly the whole 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 thud, and someone shouted No! Then there was the shattering of glass, frantic footsteps, and moans. Then, there was no sound at all.

Fan Lin raised his head slightly, but the power of Dumbledore's eruption 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 from Hurtful. Dust was still in the air and was slowly falling on them.

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

Are you all right? Dumbledore asked.

I'm fine! Professor McConaughey replied, dragging several of his students to get up together. The dust is gone.

The post-disaster office looked roughly like this: Dumbledore's desk was turned upside down, all the small desks 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 Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, was circling in wide circles above them, singing softly.

Unfortunately, I have to use magic on Kingsley too, otherwise it would look very suspicious, said Dumbledore in a low voice, raising his wand quickly as everyone looked aside. I changed Marida's memory, Thank you so much, huh?

Now they will wake up soon, better not let them know that we have time to communicate-you have to pretend like they have just been knocked to the ground now, they will not remember

So where are you going, Dumbledore? whispered Professor McGonagall, Is it the Order of the Phoenix? Oh, no, said Dumbledore with a determined smile, I'm not leaving here Hiding, I assure you, Fudge will wish right away that he never tried to throw me out of Hogwarts.

Professor Dumbledore, Harry called to him. Harry didn't know what to say first: to start with how guilty he was that he had caused so much trouble by starting the Defense Against the Dark Arts, or to say that Dumbledore had to How bad did he feel about leaving? But Dumbledore cut him off 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 you go to sleep Practice it before, and it will allow you to terminate the memories associated with your nightmares—you'll soon find out why, but you have to promise me— The man named Davis began to move.

Dumbledore gripped Harry's wrist tightly. Must remember—terminate your memory—

But as Dumbledore's hand covered Harry's skin, the scar on his forehead ached again, and he felt that horrible, snakelike desire again: to hit Dumbledore, to gnaw Him, to hurt him...

—you'll understand later, whispered Dumbledore. As for you...

Dumbledore gave Fan Lin a meaningful look.

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

Fawkes circled the office and swooped down on Dumbledore. Dumbledore let go of Harry, and raised his hand to hold the phoenix's long golden tail firmly. The two of them disappeared together in a flash of fire.

Where did he go? growled Fudge, lifting himself off the floor. Where is he?

I don't know! Kingsley yelled, jumping up.

No, he can't Apparate! Umbridge roared. Not in this school!

Stairs! Davies yelled, and rushed to the door, flung it open and disappeared behind it, Kingsley and Umbridge closely following him.

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

Well, Minerva, said Fudge, straightening his sleeves, in a disparaging tone, I think this may be the end of Dumbledore's day.

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

Fudge didn't seem to hear what she was saying as he looked around the ravaged office. Some of the portraits on the walls hissed him, and one or two made rude gestures at him.

You'd better put the three of them to bed, Fudge looked at Professor Mai and Professor again, and nodded to several people that they could leave.

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