Dumbledore Still Has Plenty of Fight in Him; Go Lie Low in the School Hospital

"Weasley, send an owl to the Daily Prophet. Maybe we can make it to the front page tomorrow morning." Fudge was so excited he was practically jumping for joy, it was like he wanted to pop open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

He had given up hope, but Dolores Umbridge gave him such a dramatic turn of events. What's even more amazing is that Dumbledore actually admitted that he wanted to harm the Ministry of Magic.

That alone is enough to warrant his arrest and Azkaban. As for how long he will be detained, that's still up to him, the minister, to decide.

"Wait a minute." Aaron hurriedly stopped Percy, and Silencio took his own Wand back from his pocket, but no one at the scene noticed this.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Gaius?" Fudge looked at Aaron with an unfriendly expression. If Aaron dared to side with Dumbledore at this moment, then Fudge would have no choice but to turn against him.

"Don't misunderstand, Minister Fudge," Aaron said with a chuckle and a wave of his hand. "I won't object to your decision, but I don't want my name to appear in the Daily Prophet."

You know, I don't want to be famous.

"Oh, no problem, of course no problem."

"Weasley, tell the newspaper to polish this article. You know what to say."

"Yes, sir, I understand." Percy ran quickly out of the Headmaster's Office and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you two escort Dumbledore to Azkaban."

He is there awaiting trial, charged with conspiracy and rebellion.

"Brainless idiot." Aaron thought to himself, not understanding where Fudge got the courage to say such a thing in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was a top-tier Grand Archmage and Voldemort's most feared White Lord.

If he's unwilling, let alone a few Archmage, even ten times more wouldn't be a match for him.

"Ah! I knew I'd run into this little trouble." Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, he even seemed to want to laugh. "You all seem to have this misconception that I would... how should I put it?"

"Surrender," Aaron said speechlessly.

Yes, that's the word.

"I'm getting old, and my memory is failing," Dumbledore said. "Cornelius, I'm sorry, but I have no desire to go to Azkaban."

Of course, I could escape, but it would be a waste of time.

To be frank, I have a lot of other things to do, and I'd rather spend my time on those.

Hearing this, Fudge found it hard to believe.

Dumbledore known to be a kind-hearted man, but unexpectedly, this kind-hearted man would resist the Ministry of Magic's actions.

Of course, he subconsciously overlooked Dumbledore's strength, since he had hardly ever seen Dumbledore fight since he took office.

"You're planning to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and me all by yourself, are you?" Fudge sneered. "Do you think that's possible?"

Dumbledore. "Unless you force me to do it."

"He's not the only one," Professor McGonagall said, one hand already inside her robes, ready to draw her Wand.

"No, it's just him," Dumbledore said seriously. "Minerva, Hogwarts needs you."

"You've had enough." Fudge drew his Wand. "Grab him."

The next moment, several beams of light flew through the office, and the spells that Fudge and the other three cast were Dumbledore.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the entire room shook continuously.

Smoke and dust filled the air, shrill cries mingled with the sounds of people falling to the ground, and as the sound of shattering glass finally ceased, the four of Fudge lay sprawled on the ground.

Professor McGonagall protected Marietta during the chaotic battle, while Aaron grabbed Abei and retreated to the main gate the moment the battle began.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Headmaster, you're truly amazing for your age!" Aaron clapped his hands and exclaimed. "You took care of four Archmage in less than half an hour. No wonder Voldemort was so wary of you!"

Dumbledore's lips twitched. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Gaius."

"Minerva, are you alright?!"

"It's alright." Professor McGonagall said, helping Marietta up. The Ravenclaw had never seen anything like this before; her face was deathly pale, and she was too frightened to speak.

Dumbledore looked at the bald Warlock lying on the ground and said, "It's a shame I have to cast a spell on Kingsley, or it would be too suspicious."

"Alright, I should go now."

They'll wake up soon, so you'd better act convincingly.

"Where are you going, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Grossmore Street?"

"No, I need to figure some things out."

"It won't be long before Fudge thinks, 'I'm glad I wasn't kicked out of Hogwarts.'" Dumbledore said. "Also, Mr. Gaius, there's something I need to ask of you."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he regretted not staying far away earlier. He should have tried to run into a curse.

Lying on the floor may not look elegant, but at least it's comfortable!

"Principal, please tell me what you need. I will definitely help within my capabilities," Aaron said righteously, implying that people shouldn't bother him with anything beyond his abilities.

"Uh... could you please send a message to Harry, telling him to do his best to learn Cerebral Sealing Technique, especially every night before he goes to sleep?"

"You hope he doesn't have nightmares?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded gently, then grasped Fawkes ' golden tail feathers.

A flash of light, and they disappeared from the office.

At this moment, Dawlish moved his fingers, Fudge, Kingsley, Dolores Umbridge also showed signs of waking up.

Stupefy.

Aaron cast a spell, and a pale white light swept across the four of them like a sound wave, causing them to close their eyes again.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, frowning.

"Wait a moment." Aaron took a deep breath, walked up to Dolores Umbridge, and slowly raised his right hand.

Snap! Snap! Snap...

He slapped him more than twenty times in a row, making his face swell several times Dolores Umbridge normal size, before he finally shook his right hand in disgust.

"You're shameless; it hurts my hand when you hit me."

Dolores Umbridge seemed to feel a throbbing pain in his face, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Before he could even open his eyes, a white light smeared his face, and he fell into a coma again.

Professor McGonagall and Marietta stared in disbelief at the scene. "Mr. Gaius, you, you, this isn't a good thing to do!"

"Professor, didn't you stop them?"

Honestly, I've been putting up with her for a long time. I thank Dumbledore for giving me this chance to get back at her.

"But..."

"No buts, this is all Dumbledore's doing, it has nothing to do with us," Aaron said seriously. "There's still time, why don't you come over and kick it a couple of times?"

Professor McGonagall was inexplicably tempted; she had disliked Umbridge for a long time.

But considering his role as a teacher, he suppressed his feelings.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall feigned anger. "I'm a professor, how could I do such a thing?"

"Alright! I hope you won't regret it later." Aaron shrugged, then looked at Marietta. "To prevent problems within DA, Draco suggested I recruit a few Slytherin, but I didn't agree."

But I never expected there would be a traitor in Ravenclaw. If I hadn't added an extra layer of protection to that list, you would have ruined thirty students.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Marietta's voice trembled, tears falling one by one to the ground. "I didn't want this to happen, but my dear..."

"Forget it, no need to explain. Even if you did, I wouldn't believe you," Aaron said impatiently, then gave Abei a wink.

Holy Dragon immediately understood and jumped in front of Marietta with displeasure.

"What are you doing?" Marietta took a few steps back nervously.

"I'll treat your face!" Aaron said speechlessly. "If you don't want to, then forget it."

Marietta paused for a moment, then stood still, suppressing her fear.

A hint of human mockery appeared in Abei's eyes, but she still treated Aaron's face as he had instructed.

Under the white light, the purple pustules on her face shrank rapidly, turning into gas and evaporating in just over ten seconds.

Marietta touched her face in disbelief, her eyes shining with admiration as she looked at Abei. "Thank you."

"You'd better watch yourself from now on!"

"Mr. Gaius, it..." Professor McGonagall stared wide-eyed at Abei, "How far can it go with its healing abilities?"

"It can't bring the dead back to life, but it can handle most diseases, Curse, injuries, and even poisons."

Professor McGonagall was deeply shocked. She knew this dragon was unusual, but she hadn't expected it to be this special.

I need to treat it better from now on; you never know when I might need it to save my life!

"By the way, Professor McGonagall, I have a favor to ask you." Aaron cleaned up a relatively clean area. "Erase Ekmor's memories, and also arrange a bed for me at the School Hospital later."

"What?" Before Professor McGonagall could react, she saw Aaron lying on the ground, pointing his Wand at his temple, "Stupefy."

A flash of white light, and Aaron's hand fell to the floor, his Wand slipping out of his hand.

Abei quickly went on high alert, its four claws sprouting blades as it carefully guarded its master.

Professor McGonagall was both amused and exasperated; this was just too mean.

"Miss Ekko, you should be ready by now!"

Marietta nodded blankly. She knew too much. If this memory wasn't erased, not only would Aaron, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore be worried, but even she herself wouldn't be at ease.

Professor McGonagall drew her Wand and pulled a few strands of silver filaments from Marietta's head, only breathing a sigh of relief after they had completely dissipated into the air.

After a few minutes, the effects of the Stunning Spell gradually wore off.

Fudge groggily opened his eyes and then struggled to get up from the floor.

Where is he? Where is he?

"I don't know." Kingsley staggered to his feet. "Minister, you may not like Dumbledore, but he was truly remarkable."

"Hiss!" Umbridge was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his face.

She nervously picked up a shard of mirror, glanced at it briefly, then threw the shard away, cursing angrily, "Damn it, damn Dumbledore!"

How dare he treat me like this! Minister, you must stand up for me!

Fudge, Kingsley, and the newly awakened Dawlish all gasped at the sight of Umbridge's swollen face, and the three grown men took a step back in unison.

It is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

It was Marietta's face that boosted their immunity; otherwise, they probably would have retreated by more than one step.

"You..." Umbridge opened her mouth, but it was stuck in her throat.

"Don't come any closer," Fudge said immediately. Kingsley and Dawlish strongly agreed with the minister's wise decision.

"Hmm..." Aaron rubbed his eyes and sat up groggily. "My head hurts so much!"

"Minister, you must have captured Dumbledore, right?"

Fudge and the others looked at each other, feeling as if they had been stabbed in the heart.

They were full of confidence when they made their move, but who would have thought that all of them combined couldn't even hold their own against Dumbledore for more than a few moves?

"Something went wrong, and he got away," Kingsley said, sounding forced.

Aaron nodded as if he understood, then his eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at Umbridge in disbelief. "Wow, Dumbledore actually dares to keep Fantastic Beasts in the Headmaster's Office?"

Although it looks somewhat frightening, there is no doubt that it is a rare species.

"What?" Umbridge blinked blankly, feeling as if a million alpacas were stampeding through her mind, one after another ravaging her Mind World.

"Ah!" Umbridge roared, drawing her Wand and pointing it at Aaron. "Densaugeo..."

"Expelliarmus."

Before Umbridge could even utter the spell, her Wand flew out.

Aaron seemed to realize something, and then looked at the ' Fantastic Beasts ' opposite him in astonishment. "Are you Professor Umbridge?"

I'm so sorry, I really didn't recognize him.

Marietta's face seems to be better, but what happened to yours?

Umbridge took another 10,000 points of damage and was about to retaliate when he was interrupted by Fudge's cough.

"Ahem, calm down, Dolores."

"But Minister..."

"This has nothing to do with Mr. Gaius. He was also under the Stunning Spell, wasn't he?" Fudge seemed to see through the truth. "This was all Dumbledore. Catching him is the important thing."

"He couldn't Apparition," Kingsley said thoughtfully. "The stairs, he couldn't have gone very far."

"Quick, after them!" Fudge said immediately. Dawlish was the first to rush out, followed closely by Kingsley and Umbridge.

Fudge hesitated for a moment, dusted himself off, and then glared at Professor McGonagall. "Minerva, I think your friend Dumbledore is finished this time."

"That's how it seems on the surface, but who really knows?" Professor McGonagall said dismissively.

"Minister, may I leave?" Aaron said in a low voice. "Your fight was too intense just now. I think I was accidentally injured. I need to stay at the School Hospital for a while. No, I mean, get checked out."

"Minerva, I think you wouldn't mind taking Mr. Gaius to the hospital for a checkup!"

And Miss Ekko, she also needs to rest in her dormitory.

"I don't need your reminder," Professor McGonagall said coldly, then led the two away.