Dumbledore felt terrible. At that moment, he sensed that the connection with Hogwarts—something that had long ago become so familiar, as if it had been stuffed into his very body—was gone. The sudden tearing sensation had passed, but slowly, and the emptiness left behind made him so deeply uncomfortable that the old wizard looked unsteady on his feet. His companions noticed it too.
"Albus! Are you all right?! I've never seen you like this." Professor McGonagall hurriedly supported him.
"He really did it!" Moody's face twisted savagely. He waved his wand and was about to charge forward. Beside him, Remus Lupin abruptly raised his head and blinked in shock, the muscles in his face going rigid as he involuntarily let go of Mad-Eye. The Pureblood school governors erupted at once like a pot boiling over; caught off guard by the attack, they panicked and angrily accused Allen.
Seeing this, Dumbledore ignored his own discomfort and hurriedly raised a hand to stop Moody and the others. His aged voice carried a trace of urgency. "Stop... he didn't..."
"Don't misunderstand. I merely dismissed Mr. Dumbledore and severed his connection to the school, completely removing his control over Hogwarts... I suppose it's only because he's been headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since 1943, and for far too long, that he's finding it a little hard to adjust." Allen looked perfectly at ease and shook his head very calmly. "Oh, right. My apologies, professors. I just cut off everyone's connection to Hogwarts. I'll restore your positions one by one in a moment."
"Ten points to Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said sternly, adjusting her glasses with a grim face. She did not question Allen. Instead, she raised her hand and used the most direct method to test whether his words were true—but she