Pfft!
As a cylinder rolled off the office desk with a thud, Kayson let out a long sigh.
He took off the glasses perched on his nose and wiped them with his Wizard robe.
Dumbledore sighed, walked over, and handed him a piece of velvet.
"Thank you." Kayson naturally took it, wiped the lenses clean, and put them back on his nose.
Umbridge, who was now across the office desk, stared dumbfounded at the calm Kayson and Fudge, who was continuously wailing with only one arm left.
Umbridge's tiny brain couldn't comprehend how a mere Professor from Hogwarts dared to rush into the Ministry of Magic Minister's office and remove the Minister for Magic's arm.
That was the Minister for Magic!
The pinnacle of power in the Wizarding world, a supreme existence, how could anyone dare?
On the other side, most of the Aurors watched this scene with a strange sense of small relief, after all, Hogwarts was the only magic school in England, their children were all at Hogwarts, and those without children had relatives' and friends' children at Hogwarts.
So, for such a 'wise' Minister who put Dementors into Hogwarts, having an arm chopped off was not a big deal.
Until one of the clever ones suddenly had a lightbulb appear above his head: "...Oh? It's my and my wife's wedding anniversary, and we still have a candlelight dinner, Mr. Scrimgeour?"
"Anyone who wants to leave can do so now." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, his wand-holding hand already soaked with sweat.
How could he not want to find an opportunity to give Fudge a hard time, but there was no way, no matter what he said, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and his actions had to be within the rules set by the Ministry of Magic.
Therefore, subjectively, he had no ill will towards Kayson, who had made Fudge suffer for the safety of the Little Wizards, which was also why he agreed to some Aurors slipping away.
However, objectively, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and the head of the Ministry of Magic had an arm chopped off by one person with a sword; if he didn't show his stance, he wouldn't be able to be the head of the Auror Office anymore.
"Kingsley, are you still here?" Scrimgeour whispered.
"If you're still not planning to make a move, then I think I can leave too." Kingsley looked at Kayson, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets, and although he seemed to have no intention of resisting, who knew what terrifying things would happen after they made a move.
Having been an Auror for so many years, he naturally had his informants and network in Knockturn Alley, and he also knew that this Professor, who superficially seemed harmless, had killed several Dark Wizards in Knockturn Alley when he first returned to the magic world and truly stood in Wizarding society.
As for how good this so-called Alchemy Professor's Alchemy skills were, he wasn't a professional and couldn't comment, but in terms of Dark Arts, this Alchemy Professor definitely had the potential to become the third-generation Dark Lord.
What was even more frustrating was that now it wasn't just Kayson alone; Dumbledore was standing in the office, the elder wand already in his hand, and with those unreadable eyes, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Would he choose to help the Hogwarts Professor and provide him refuge, or would he choose to help the Ministry of Magic and apprehend the person who had taken half the Minister for Magic's life?
Kingsley could be called a pillar of Dumbledore's private society, the Order of the Phoenix. He knew exactly what kind of person Dumbledore was, and at this moment, even with his toenails, he knew what choice Dumbledore would make.
"Kayson, let's go." Dumbledore said.
Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief. This meant Dumbledore had made his choice, and he, the Auror squad leader, wouldn't have to be caught between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore and suffer.
As for Fudge's opinion?
No one cared.
"No, I'm sorry Dumbledore, you can leave now, but Professor Kayson, you cannot." Scrimgeour took a deep breath and said with restraint.
"...I've always thought you were a practical Ministry of Magic official, which is rare and valuable within the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore stood in front of Kayson, turned, and said to Scrimgeour.
"Precisely because of that, I cannot let him leave." Scrimgeour said in a deep voice.
"I'm very sorry, judging Wizards is the Wizengamot's duty, Aurors are merely executors, so, we will wait for the Wizengamot's summons." Dumbledore closed his eyes, then opened them and said.
Scrimgeour finally breathed a sigh of relief, because Dumbledore had found him a reason to step aside without being criticized by anyone.
But the necessary performance still had to happen.
The next moment, Scrimgeour suddenly launched a fiery red firework towards Dumbledore, which Dumbledore casually deflected with his wand, and in response, he received a gentle Expelliarmus.
As Scrimgeour's wand flew into Dumbledore's hand and was then steadily placed on the office desk, Scrimgeour finally let out the huge sigh of relief in his heart.
Kayson, meanwhile, was sitting on the office desk, with Fudge sprawled on it like a dead dog.
He tapped the office desk with his knuckles: "Remove all the Dementors."
"Can't remove them…" Fudge said weakly.
"Hmm?"
"The device controlling the Dementors is damaged, the Department of Mysteries is repairing it, and until it's fixed, we can't command the Dementors." Fudge said.
"...Then you can only pray that those Dementors are obedient enough, and that the Little Wizards are lucky enough, after all, this kind of thing only needs to happen three more times, and you'll unlock an achievement... Empress Lu's collection?" Kayson curled his lips and said.
No one present understood the reference, only Dumbledore showed a speechless smile.
In ancient Eastern history, there was an Empress named Lu, who cut off the limbs of one of her enemies and stripped them of their five senses, calling them 'Human Swine,' which was a very obscure piece of knowledge in England.
"Let's go, Kayson... to Hogwarts." Dumbledore sighed and said.
"...I'll wait for your summons." Kayson surveyed everyone in the office: Fudge sprawled on the office desk, Umbridge still bound by the restraining spell, and Scrimgeour and Kingsley, who were like two lone commanders at this moment.
With two booming sounds, only purple light specks and burning golden feathers remained in the office.
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