The day of the duel at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked at the Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors who were mainly pure-bloods around him, and then at Umri, who was holding Fudge's body with a sad expression on her face, but indescribable ambition and excitement in her eyes. Strange, finally looking at the annoyed and angry Sirius, and the surprisingly calm Harry, Dumbledore let out a breath.

"This is a very regrettable situation."

Looking at Dumbledore without any explanation, Borrell and Bartholomew had an unlucky premonition in their hearts, as if a fire dragon in a cage that they were constantly provoking was about to break out of the cage. At that time, if they provoked the fire dragon, could they really escape the fire dragon's blazing anger?

Dumbledore looked at the people around him. He knew very well that if things went according to normal conditions, either he would give up on Harry and continue to pursue Voldemort, or he would have to give up on pursuing Voldemort and save Harry. In this situation, there are only two options, but Dumbledore didn't want to give up on Harry, nor did he want Voldemort to go unpunished, so he chose the obtuse angle...

Third option!

Noble status!

A position of great admiration!

Are these important to Dumbledore?

it is not important!

In fact, as long as Voldemort's problem can be solved once and for all, Dumbledore doesn't care even if he sacrifices his life and reputation. So is there anything else that can restrain him?

of course not.

Looking down at Harry, Dumbledore asked: "Harry, are you interested in taking a break from school for a while?"

Hearing this, Harry was stunned for a moment. Then he seemed to understand something and immediately nodded and said: "Of course, there is a toad in Hogwarts. I have long been a little tired of it, and I am also planning to take a break from school for a while."

Listening to Harry's words, most people were a little surprised, but Umbridge knew this leper very well. She was teaching at Hogwarts, and many things could not be hidden from her. Because of this , when she heard what her family said, her face immediately became gloomy and ugly.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile on his face. He nodded and clapped his hands together. Fawkes, the phoenix floating above Dumbledore's head, immediately let out a high-pitched cry, and a large amount of energy surged from his body. The flames quickly enveloped Dumbledore, Sirius, and Harry. Under the angry and confused eyes of those around them, Dumbledore took Harry and Sirius and left the magic directly with the power of Phoenix Fawkes. department!

Looking at the wisps of flames left after the three Dumbledores left, Borrell and Bartholomew looked a little ugly. They thought they could at least use this method to slow down Dumbledore, but They did not expect that Dumbledore would choose to break the situation in this way.

As Dumbledore said, as long as Voldemort appears in the public eye, many things will be reversed. Dumbledore is no longer an old madman with a unclear mind, he is a wise man with a clear mind. Then such a person Come out and say that there is something fishy about Fudge's death. What will be the result?

So if they don't want to be backlashed by this incident, they must go all out from now on to help Voldemort control the Ministry of Magic, and in turn, use this to fully pursue Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, occupy Hogwarts, and solve everything A potential factor that could help Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix!

As for the possible opposition voices within the Ministry of Magic, those who can be suppressed, those who can be excluded, and those who cannot be suppressed and excluded, then find ways to kill them. Things have reached this point, and it is time to openly take sides.

The purists in the Ministry of Magic are surging undercurrents, showing their claws to plot against the Ministry of Magic. On the other side, the officials of the Ministry of Magic who are close to Dumbledore are holding a card that was delivered to them through various covert methods a day ago. An invitation letter came to a secret place in Knockturn Alley.

Black hat bar!

Two figures wearing hoods and cloaks, one tall and one short, one burly and one slender, opened the door of the Black Hat Bar and looked at the dark wizards inside who didn't seem to see them. At this time, the tall and burly man , whispered to the lady beside him: "Amelia, at least half of the people here are on the wanted notice in the Auror office. It seems that our Mr. Sean Bursted is not what we imagined. The innocence and innocence in it.”

"Sometimes, you need to turn a blind eye so that I can trust you with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Scrimgeour!"

"I try my best."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Marlowe used Polyjuice Potion to transform into a charming witch who was about 40 or [-] years old and walked up to them. He bowed lightly and revealed his amazing figure. Scrimgeour looked at him. and Amelia were speechless for a while.

"You two, please come with me."

Under Marlowe's guidance, Scrimgeour and Amelia came to the deepest part of the Black Hat Bar, went upstairs through the stairs, and came to a hidden secret room on the second floor.

At this time, they took off the hoods on their heads and looked at Marchban, Ogden, Dodorian and others who were already sitting in the secret room and nodded to them. Then they turned to look at the people sitting in the secret room. Sean in center position.

Before sitting down, Scrimgeour said directly to Sean: "Sean, when we worked together before, you never mentioned how powerful you are in Diagon Alley!"

"Mr. Scrimgeour, everyone has secrets, don't they? In order to express my apology to you, I will take the initiative to help you avoid a certain death in the future. I wonder if this compensation is sincere?"

"The future?" Scrimgeour's face became serious. He looked at Sean, then at Marchban and the others. He didn't see any doubt or suspicion on Marchban and the others' faces, so he immediately believed it. Three points and asked: "Do you know a divination master who can predict the future?"

"Mr. Scrimgeour, this master of divination is far away and right in front of you. It's me."

This time, Scrimgeour's face finally showed a look of surprise. He looked at Sean, looked up and down in disbelief, and asked, "You said you are a master of divination? What evidence do you have?"

"How to prove this kind of thing? I don't know Ms. Amelia's mortal future. Can this be proved?"

Compared with Scrimgeour, Amelia was not surprised or surprised, nor panicked or angry at all when she heard about her own death. Instead, she sat on the chair very calmly, nodded and said: "What if?" If you really predicted the way I will die, then I believe you can predict the future."