Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Destroy the authority of the Ministry of Magic? Destroy order?

Dumbledore took a step forward gently, as if thick dark clouds had fallen from the sky, and the sky and the earth seemed to have lost all light.

The repressed fear was like a tide that crazily impacted everyone's hearts.

Fudge's forehead was already covered with large drops of sweat, and he could even hear his teeth tapping up and down.

He subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't move. His suit, his shirt, his shoes, and even the air were resisting him.

Not only Fudge, everyone felt the same, the indifference and sarcasm on Lucius' face had all turned into panic.

The high-end traveling robe was like a guard, tightly surrounding him.

Kingsley's whole body was trembling, and the muscles all over his body tensed up to resist this force. His wand trembled slightly, and a dazzling spell came in front of Dumbledore in an instant.

Dumbledore curled his fingers and flicked the curse away like a fly.

Kingsley, Fudge, and Lucius had completely forgotten about the struggle, and just stared at Dumbledore blankly.

Is this the power of the number one person in the wizarding world? Curse of fingerpicking?

Although they know that this is the existence that stands at the top of all wizards, they have never really seen Dumbledore take action.

Although it is said that Dumbledore was able to firmly suppress Voldemort, it is just a legend after all.

And Dumbledore is over a hundred years old.

What can an old man over a hundred years old do?

Fudge took it for granted that although Dumbledore had once been strong, he was already old and frail. As long as the Ministry of Magic wanted to, he could be arrested at any time, even if it required a certain amount of casualties.

"Dumbledore, even if you can resist the Ministry of Magic on your own, you will give the wizarding world a bad start!

Think about it, everyone will use you as an example to ignore the rules and the Ministry of Magic if they think you are strong enough.

The whole wizarding world would be in chaos!

You...you...what's the difference between you and the mysterious person? "

Just when Dumbledore's momentum reached its highest point, Lucius finally couldn't bear the fear and shouted desperately.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and everyone could really feel Dumbledore's volcanic eruption of anger.

Hagrid didn't figure out what was going on until this moment. He roared and wanted to rush over and punch Lucius, his disheveled hair and beard shaking:

"Malfoy, you cunning old liar! How dare you compare someone like Voldemort to Dumbledore!"

Fudge was like a fool, just looking at Lucius and yelling.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but raised his hand gently. Another extremely pure-blooded Auror beside Kingsley just had time to say, "Ava."

The whole person felt like being hit by a giant dragon, letting out a fierce scream, flying far away with blood spraying, bouncing on the wall, lying on the ground like a red-hot prawn, curling up and letting out Groan of pain.

Fudge, Lucius, and Kingsley took a breath of air in unison.

If there hadn't been so many people, we would have knelt down and admitted to Dumbledore. Is all this shit in your head? Use the Unforgivable Curse on Dumbledore?

The corners of Lucius's eyes kept twitching, and he felt the pressure coming from Dumbledore's body getting stronger and stronger. It was even like countless densely packed needles gradually pricking every inch of exposed skin.

Before facing the threat of death, he finally had a flash of inspiration and grasped the key point:

"Dumbledore, you are already old. Even if you can stabilize the wizarding world, how many years can you still protect it?

The future of the wizarding world can only depend on the Ministry of Magic!

As long as the Ministry of Magic remains, order will remain! "

Just like a group of cowardly mice throwing chains called rules to the Lion King and asking him to lock himself up.

The oppressive feeling like a light on his back suddenly eased a lot. Dumbledore looked at the frightened three people and the chains that were thrown invisibly.

Suddenly he smiled, and young figures seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

That is the future of the wizarding world.

What would Zhang Chu do if he were in this position today?

Dumbledore's thoughts suddenly turned in a completely unrelated direction.

He sighed softly, disregarding the rules, and only abided by his own rules and bottom line. Although it sounded fun, it was not suitable for him who was too deeply involved with the wizarding world.

If I was alone and didn't have to worry about all these complicated things, it would be a happy life, right?

It's a pity that there is no if

He picked up the chain and slowly put it on his body, circle after circle, layer after layer.

I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

He locked his feet.

He is the principal of the little wizards, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief of the Wizengamot, and the guardian of order.

Locked his hands.

I am the gravekeeper of the old era and should be buried with the old order.

But he held the key in his hand.

Dumbledore slowly turned around, and the terrifying sense of oppression and stagnation immediately dissipated.

The three people looked like they had just been fished out of the water, breathing heavily.

"If the board of directors wants me to leave, Lucius, of course I will give up my seat." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone as if he had figured something out.

Lucius was stunned. After the scene just now, he thought his plan had failed, but this turn of events made him confused for a moment.

Ignoring Lucius, who was standing there with a stiff face, Dumbledore turned to Fudge. This time his voice was still light and gentle, but it had an added chill.

"Fudge—minister."

Connelly shivered as if someone had suddenly whipped him:

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Dumbledore walked to Hagrid:

"You can take Hagrid away for investigation in order to control the situation. This is your right, but you have no right to imprison him in Azkaban. Do you understand?

As Hagrid’s defender, I require him to enjoy all normal rights to questioning, including a comfortable private room, rest, and food.

Otherwise, I would personally go to your office and talk about...what the rules are! "

Fudge swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Even if Dumbledore wanted to be the Minister of Magic now, he would only nod in agreement.

Hagrid lowered his head beside him, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand from time to time.

"Professor, you can't leave. If you leave, the little wizard will soon have no way to survive, and maybe someone will die soon because of this."

Dumbledore patted Hagrid's waist and said gently:

"It'll be okay, Hagrid. I'll only leave when no one needs me anymore.