Phew!
As a cylinder rolled down from the desk with a thud, Kayson also let out a long sigh of relief.
He took off the glasses stuck in his eyes and wiped them with the wizard's robe.
Dumbledore sighed, walked over and handed a piece of velvet to him.
"Thank you." Kayson took the lens of his own accord, wiped the lens clean and stuck it in his eye socket.
And now Umbridge, who is opposite the desk, is staring dumbfoundedly at Kayson, who is calm, and Fudge, who has only one arm left and keeps wailing.
Umbridge's little mind was puzzled. How could a little Hogwarts professor dare to rush into Ministry of Magic Minister's Office and remove Minister for Magic's arm.
That's Minister for Magic!
How could anyone dare to be the pinnacle of power in the magic world, the supreme being?
Most of the Aurorss on the other side looked at this strange scene and felt a little relieved. After all, Hogwarts is the only magic school in England. Their children are all in Hogwarts. For those without children, the children of relatives and friends will also be in Hogwarts.
And for such a wise minister who put Dementor into Hogwarts, it is not a big deal to have his arm chopped off.
Until one of the little clever guys suddenly had a lightbulb pop up on his head. "... Eh? It's our anniversary and my wife and I are having a candlelight dinner, Mr. Scrimgeour?"
"If anyone wants to leave, they can leave now." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, and the hand holding the wand was soaked in sweat.
He didn't want to find an opportunity to give Fudge a hard blow, but he had no choice. No matter what, he was still a senior official of Ministry of Magic, and his behavior must be within the rules specified by Ministry of Magic.
Therefore, from a superficial perspective, he had no ill intentions towards Kayson, who had given Fudge a hard time for the little wizard's safety. This was why he agreed with some Aurors to grease their soles and run away.
But objectively, he is a senior official of Ministry of Magic, and the leader of Ministry of Magic had his arm chopped off with a sword. If he didn't show his attitude, he would no longer have to do this Auror Office responsibility.
"Kingsley, are you still there?" Scrimgeour whispered.
"If you don't plan to take action yet, then I think I can leave." Kingsley looked at Kayson who was standing there with his hands in his pockets. Although he didn't seem to have the slightest idea of resistance, he knew what horror would happen if he and others took action.
He has been a Aurors for so many years, and he has his own informants and connections in Knockturn Alley. He also knows that this seemingly harmless professor returned to the magic world for the first time and truly stood in the magical society, and killed several Dark Wizard in Knockturn Alley.
He is not a professional and cannot evaluate the alchemy technology of this so-called Alchemy Professor, but in terms of Dark Magic, this Alchemy Professor definitely has the potential to become the third generation Dark Lord.
And what's even more embarrassing is that Kayson is not alone now, Dumbledore is standing in the office, Elder Wand is already in his hands, and with those eyes that cannot see emotions, people have no idea what he is thinking.
Should he choose to help Hogwarts's professor and provide him with shelter, or should he choose to help Ministry of Magic and capture the man in front of him who took half of Minister for Magic's life?
Kingsley can be called Dumbledore's private society and the mainstay of Phoenix. He knows very well what kind of person Dumbledore is. At this moment, he is just thinking with his toenails that he knows what kind of choice Dumbledore will make.
"Kayson, we are here." Dumbledore said.
Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Dumbledore had made his choice. He, Auror Squad, didn't have to be caught between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore.
As for Fudge's opinion?
No one cares.
"No, I'm sorry Dumbledore, you can do it now, but Professor Kayson, you can't." Scrimgeour took a deep breath and said calmly.
"... I have always thought that you should be regarded as a Ministry of Magic official who does practical things, which is very rare among Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore stood in front of Kayson, turned around and looked at Scrimgeour and said.
"It's precisely because of this that I can't let him leave." Scrimgeour said in a deep voice.
"I'm sorry, it is the duty of Wesson to judge wizards, and Aurors is just the executor, so we are waiting for Wesson's summons." Dumbledore closed his eyes, then opened them and said.
Scrimgeour finally breathed a sigh of relief, because Dumbledore found a reason for him to get out of the way without being criticized by anyone.
Is it a part of the performance that should be included?
The next moment, Scrimgeour suddenly fired a fiery red smoke towards Dumbledore. Dumbledore casually bounced it away with his wand, and responded with a light Disarming Charm.
As Scrimgeour's wand flew into Dumbledore's hand and was placed firmly on the desk, Scrimgeour finally put the big stone in his heart away.
Kayson is sitting on the desk, and Fudge is lying on the desk like a dead dog.
He tapped his knuckles on the desk. "Remove all Dementor."
"We can't withdraw..." Fudge said weakly.
"Huh?"
"The device that controls Dementor is damaged. Department of Mysteries is being repaired. Until it is repaired, we cannot command Dementor." Fudge said.
"... Then you have to pray that those Dementor are honest enough and the little wizards are lucky enough. After all, it only takes three more times for you to unlock... Empress Lu's collection?" Kayson curled his lips and said.
No one in the audience understood this joke, only Dumbledore showed a speechless smile.
In the ancient times of the distant East, there was a queen named Lu. She cut off the limbs of one of her enemies and stripped off his five senses. He called it a human pig. This is a very partial knowledge point in England.
"Kayson... Kneel down Hogwarts." Dumbledore sighed.
"... I'm waiting for your summons." Kayson looked around at everyone in the office. Fudge was lying on the desk, Umbridge was still imprisoned by the curse, and Scrimgeour and Kingsley were like two polished commanders at this moment.
Following two roars, the office was left with only purple light spots and burning golden feathers all over the sky.