Vol 2 Chapter 986: I think you got the wrong identity

Umbridge's face slowly turned red, as if there was a big pot of boiling water in her body, Fanlin felt that Umbridge's blood was about to boil with anger.
Fudge looked at Dumbledore dumbfounded, as if he had received a major blow, and he couldn't believe that such a thing really happened.
That was Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in the world, the existence of the Dark Lord against the pinnacle for two successive generations, the guardian of the London Ministry of Magic, and the principal of Hogwarts.
And now, he decided...
"Do not……"
He let out a very low sob with excitement. He couldn't believe it was true. Fudge looked at Kingsley and the man with short gray hair who had remained silent until now.
The latter nodded comfortingly at Fudge, and moved a little from the wall to the front.
Fanlin saw his hand slowly sliding towards his pocket pretending to be nonchalant.
Ready to play with Dumbledore?
I hope that a magic shock will not let his wand explode in his hand, but this is very likely to happen.
"Don’t be silly, Davis," Dumbledore said kindly, "I’m sure you are a very good Auror-I seem to remember that you got the "Excellence Award" on your average wizard rank exam-but if You are trying to-um-force me to go back with you by force, then I have to hurt you."
The man named Davis blinked a bit stupidly, and looked at Fudge again, seemingly hoping to find a clue as to how to act next.
"So," Fudge sneered, and calmed himself down, "you plan to fight Davis, Kingsley, Dorothy and me alone, don't you? Dumbledore!"
"In the name of Merlin, no," Dumbledore said with a smile, "unless you are so stupid that you want to use force to force me into submission!"
"He will never fight alone!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, and put his hand into his robe quickly.
"Oh, no, he will, Minerva!" Dumbledore said harshly, "Hogwarts needs!"
"Enough! Stop talking about this useless thing!" Fudge drew out his own stick and said, "Davis! Kingsley! Arrest him!" A silver light ran across the room, and it struck like a gun. There was a sound, and then the whole floor was shaking. When the second silver light flashed, Fanlin grabbed Harry with his hands and lay on the ground, then held Harry tightly.
Dumbledore is more powerful than he thought!
Several of the portraits in the paintings screamed loudly; Fox let out a harsh cry, and the whole room was shrouded in dust.
Harry coughed in the dust, and saw a black figure slam in front of him. First there was a scream and a touch of the ground, someone yelled "No!", then came the cracking of glass, frantic footsteps and groans. Then, there was no sound at all.
Fanlin raised his head slightly, but Dumbledore’s explosive power was too strong. It was morning everywhere, but Fanlin saw Professor McGonagall lying next to them. It was she and Fanlin who saved Harry and Marida from Hurtful. The dust was still floating in the air, and slowly fell on them.
Harry panted lightly, and saw a tall figure approaching 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 office after the catastrophe looked roughly like this: Dumbledore's desk was turned over, all the small tables fell to the ground, and the silver instruments on it were all broken to pieces. Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley, and Davis were lying motionless on the ground, while Dumbledore’s Phoenix Fox was circling in a big circle above them, singing softly.
"Unfortunately, I must also use magic on Kingsley, otherwise, it will look very suspicious." Dumbledore whispered, and he quickly raised his wand to help when everyone was looking to the side. I changed Marida’s memory, "Thank him so much, 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 like they have just been knocked to the ground now, they will not remember"
"Where are you going, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall whispered, "Is it the Order of the Phoenix?" "Oh, no," Dumbledore said with a determined smile, "I will not leave here. Hidden, I assure you, Fudge will soon hope that he never tried to drive me out of Hogwarts."
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry called to him. Harry didn't know what to say first: first he said how guilty he felt for the trouble he had caused so much trouble for the establishment of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, or first said that Dumbledore had to prevent him from being expelled. How bad did it leave him? But Dumbledore interrupted him before he had time to say anything.
"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 fall asleep. Practice before, so that you can stop the memories related to your nightmares-you will know why, but you have to assure me-"The man named Davis started moving.
Dumbledore clutched Harry's wrist tightly. "Be sure to remember—terminate your memory—"
But when Dumbledore’s hand covered Harry’s skin, the scar on his forehead hurt again, and he felt the scary, viper-like desire again: to fight Dumbledore, to chew He, hurt him...
"─You will understand later." Dumbledore whispered. "As for you..."
Dumbledore gave Fanlin a meaningful look.
"I know what to do, professor, but..."
Fox was spinning around in the office and swooping over Dumbledore. Dumbledore let go of Harry, and raised his hand to firmly hold the Phoenix's long golden tail. The two of them disappeared in a burst of fire together.
"Where did he go?" Fudge snarled, propping up from the floor. "Where is he?"
"I don't know!" Kingsley shouted and jumped up.
"No~EbookFREE.me~ he can't use Apparition!" Umbridge yelled, "It can't be used in this school!"
"Stairs!" Davis yelled, and rushed towards the door, opened it hard and disappeared behind it. Kingsley and Umbridge followed him closely.
Fudge hesitated, stood up slowly, and patted the dust off himself. It was a long and painful silence.
"Well, Minerva" Fudge straightened his sleeves and said in a slanderous tone, "I think this may be Dumbledore's end (death)."
"You really think so? Don't you?" Professor McGonagall said contemptuously.
Fudge looked like he hadn't heard what she said. He was looking around the ruined office. Some portraits on the wall booed him, and one or two of them made rude and rude gestures to him.
"You'd better let the three of them go to bed," Fudge looked at Professor Maihe again and nodded to several people to indicate that they could leave.
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