"Don't be a fool, Dawlish!" said Dumbledore kindly, "I'm sure you're an excellent Auror, well, I remember your n. You think, oh, arrest me violently and I'll have to be rude to you, and I really don't want to do that."
Dawlish blinked comically. He looked at Dumbledore, who was so calm that he didn't even take out his wand, and then looked back at Fudge, but this time it seemed that he hoped to get instructions on what to do next.
"So!" Fudge sneered and returned to normal, "Dumbledore, you're going to resist, you're going to deal with Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Weasley and me alone, aren't you, Dumbledore?"
"My God, of course not!" laughed Dumbledore, "unless you're stupid enough to make me do it."
"He's not alone!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, thrusting a hand into his robes.
"Yes, we also trust Professor Dumbledore!" Harry also pulled out his wand.
All of a sudden, everyone in the office pulled out their wands, and the atmosphere in the air was extremely tense, with swords on the verge of breaking out.
Ai Wen thought about it, didn't move, they don't need to take action, anyway, the principal will solve all this.
"I'm alone, Minerva, and Hogwarts needs you!" said Dumbledore sternly. "And you, especially you, Harry, don't be a fool."
"Enough nonsense!" said Fudge, drawing his wand. "Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Get him!"
In the next second, a silver flash swirled in the room.
With a loud bang like the sound of a cannon, the floor shook.
Ivan hurriedly hugged Hermione and Elaine and lay down, and Professor McGonagall also came over to block them.
Immediately afterwards, a second silver flash exploded.
Several portraits shouted, Fawkes screamed, and dust filled the air.
Through the thick dust, Ivan saw Dumbledore jumping out from behind the desk. In the dimness, Fudge fell to the ground with a bang, there was a scream, then a bang, and then came the sound of broken glass. The sound of cracking, the sound of shuffling around desperately.
There was another groan, followed by a moment of silence.
Ivan got up, and under him were Hermione and Elaine, who turned over with difficulty.
Harry was protected by Professor McGonagall, and the dust floating in the air fell gently on them.
"what happened?"
"it's all over!"
In the diffuse dust, a very tall figure was walking towards them.
"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's okay!" said Professor McGonagall, and she stood up and pulled up Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Elaine.
The dust was gradually dissipating, and the incomplete office loomed: Dumbledore's desk was turned upside down, the long and thin desk was knocked over to the floor, and the silverware on the desk was also broken , Fudge, Kingsley, and Dawlish lay motionless on the floor, making no sound at all.
Phoenix Fawkes flew in great circles above their heads, whining softly.
"It's a pity that I have to enchant Kingsley, otherwise it will look too suspicious!" Dumbledore whispered, "Well, we need to hurry up, they will wake up soon, it is best not to let them Know we have time to talk. You have to act like the time hasn't changed, like they just got knocked to the ground and they won't remember."
"Where are you going, Dumbledore?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Grimmauld Place?"
"Go there and meet!" Dumbledore said, "Then, we still have some things to deal with in Norway, Elaine, if possible, I hope you can leave with me. Well, your uncle's injury has recovered Now, we need to solve a little trouble left by your family, and find out some secrets by the way."
"Professor, we're going too!" Aiwen said, "We just defeated Umbridge in the Forbidden Forest and handed him over to Hagrid's younger brother Grop to guard him. If Fudge asks, we can't help The explanation, and the plan I had Sirius tell you about..."
"Oh, yes!" Dumbledore said, "You can come with me, Ivan, and you can help me this time."
"And Hermione!" Ivan added, "She participated in the attack on Umbridge, and she can't stay here!"
"And me!" Harry said hastily.
"No, Harry, you stay!" Dumbledore said eagerly, still not looking into Harry's eyes, "Listen to me, the most important thing right now is Occlumency, you must do your best to learn this magic, Do you understand my words? Master it, do exactly what Professor Snape tells you to do, and practice Occlumency, especially before going to bed every night, so that you can close your own mind and stop having nightmares, You must promise me!"
"Professor, I..."
The man called Dawlish was moving, and Dumbledore took Harry's wrist.
"Remember, close your brain!"
When Dumbledore's fingers touched Harry's skin, there was a sudden sharp pain in the scar on his forehead.
He felt the dreadful feeling again, the desire to attack Dumbledore.
"You'll see," whispered Dumbledore. "Come on, you three, catch me!"
Fox circled around the office, then flew low over Dumbledore.
Ivan hurriedly held Dumbledore's extended left hand, while Hermione and Elaine grabbed him.
Dumbledore held up one hand and tightly grasped the phoenix's long golden tail, and with a flash of flame, the four of them disappeared.
Only Professor McGonagall and poor Harry were left in the office, and he watched helplessly what happened before him.
The hatred for Dumbledore deep in his heart has not disappeared, and he is not sure if it is stronger!
"Get down, Potter!" whispered Professor McGonagall.
"Where is he?" Fudge yelled after a few seconds, struggling to get up from the floor. "Where is he?"
"I don't know!" Kingsley said loudly and jumped up, "He took those three children!"
"He Apparated!"
"No, he can't Apparate! You can't do that in school!"
"Stairs!" Dawlish yelled, and he flung himself at the door, twisting it open and disappearing.
Kingsley and Percy followed closely behind him. Fudge hesitated for a moment, then moved slowly, brushing the dust off his chest, and there was an uncomfortable silence for a while.
"Hmph, Minerva," said Fudge viciously, smoothing out a torn shirt sleeve, "I think your friend Dumbledore is screwed this time."
"You think so?" said Professor McGonagall contemptuously.
Fudge didn't seem to hear what she said, looking around at the destroyed office.
Several portraits hissed disapprovingly at him, and one or two even made rude gestures.
"You'd better take Potter to bed!" said Fudge, looking back at Professor McGonagall, and nodding at Harry dismissively, "I'm going to wait here for them to come back, and where is Dolores going?" I need her to fully take over the school in the shortest possible time, everything is over, the Ministry of Magic has won."