Hogwarts: I rely on MC to pretend to be an alchemy professor - Chapter 155

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As a cylinder rolled down from the desk with a plop, Kaisen also breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off the glasses stuck in his eye sockets and wiped them with his wizard robe.

Dumbledore sighed, walked over and handed over a piece of velvet.

“Thank you.” Kaisen took it naturally, wiped the lenses clean and stuck them back in his eye sockets.

And now Umbridge, who was across the desk, was stunned to see the calm Kaisen and Fudge, who was left with only one arm and kept wailing.

Umbridge’s little brain was puzzled. How could a little professor at Hogwarts dare to rush into the office of the Minister of Magic and remove the Minister’s arm.

That’s the Minister of Magic!

How could anyone dare to do that to the supreme being at the pinnacle of power in the magic world?

Most of the Aurors on the other side were watching this scene with a strange sense of relief. After all, Hogwarts is the only magic school in England, and their children are all in Hogwarts. If they don’t have children, their relatives and friends’ children will also be in Hogwarts.

And it’s not a big deal for such a wise minister who put Dementors in Hogwarts to have one arm chopped off.

Until a light bulb suddenly popped up on the head of one of the little smart guys: “…Eh? It’s my wedding anniversary with my lover, and we have a candlelight dinner, Mr. Scrimgeour?”

“If anyone wants to leave, they can leave now.” Scrimgeour took a deep breath, and his hand holding the wand was soaked with sweat.

How could he not want to find an opportunity to give Fudge a hard time, but there was no way. After all, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and his style of doing things must be within the rules set by the Ministry of Magic.

So subjectively, he had no ill will towards Kaysen, who had given Fudge a taste of pain for the safety of the little wizard, which was why he agreed to some Aurors running away.

But objectively, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and the head of the Ministry of Magic had his arm cut off by a sword. If he didn’t show his attitude, he would no longer have to be the director of the Auror Office.

“Kingsley, are you still there?” Scrimgeour whispered.

“If you don’t plan to take action, then I think I can leave too.” Kingsley looked at Kaysen, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets. Although he didn’t seem to have the slightest intention of resisting, who knew what terrible things would happen after he and others took action.

He had been an Auror for so many years, so naturally he had his own informants and connections in Knockturn Alley. He also knew that this professor, who seemed even harmless on the surface, had returned to the magical world for the first time and truly stood in the magical society, and killed several dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

This so-called alchemy professor, how good is the alchemy technology, he is not a professional, so he can’t evaluate it, but in terms of dark magic, this alchemy professor definitely has the potential to be the third generation of Dark Lord.

And what’s even more fucked up is that now it’s not just Kaysen, Dumbledore is standing in the office, the Elder Wand is already in his hand, and his eyes that can’t see emotions make people have no idea what he is thinking.

Should he choose to help the professor of Hogwarts and provide him with shelter, or choose to help the Ministry of Magic and bring the man in front of him who has half the life of the Minister of Magic to justice?

Kingsley can be regarded as the mainstay of Dumbledore’s private society, the Order of the Phoenix. He knows too well what kind of person Dumbledore is. At this moment, even if he uses his toenails to think, he knows what choice Dumbledore will make.

“Kaysen, let’s go.” Dumbledore said.

Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Dumbledore had made his choice, and he, the captain of the Auror team, didn’t have to be caught between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore.

As for Fudge’s opinion?

No one cared.

“No, I’m sorry Dumbledore, you can go now, but Professor Kaysen, you can’t.” Scrimgeour took a deep breath and said restrainedly.

“……… I always think you should be considered a Ministry of Magic official who does practical things, which is rare in the Ministry of Magic.” Dumbledore stood in front of Kaysen, turned and looked at Scrimgeour and said.

“That’s why I can’t let him leave.” Scrimgeour said in a deep voice.

“I’m sorry, it’s the Wizengamot’s responsibility to judge wizards, and the Aurors are just executors, so we’re waiting for the Wizengamot’s summons.” Dumbledore closed his eyes and opened them again.

Scrimgeour finally breathed a sigh of relief, because Dumbledore found him a reason to get out of the way without being blamed by anyone.

But there should be performances.

The next moment, Scrimgeour suddenly set off a fiery red firework at Dumbledore, which was casually deflected by Dumbledore’s wand, and he was responded with a gentle disarming spell.

As Scrimgeour’s wand flew into Dumbledore’s hand and was placed firmly on the desk, Scrimgeour finally put down the heavy stone in his heart.

And Kaysen sat on the desk, while Fudge lay on the desk like a dead dog.

He knocked on the desk with his knuckles: “Remove all the Dementors.”

“We can’t withdraw…” Fudge said weakly.

“Huh?”

“The device that controls the Dementors is damaged. The Department of Mysteries is being repaired. Before it is repaired, we can’t command the Dementors.” Fudge said.

“………Then you can only pray that the Dementors are honest enough and the little wizards are lucky enough. After all, this kind of thing only needs to happen three more times, and you can unlock the achievement… Queen Lu’s collection?” Kaisen said with a pout.

No one present understood this joke, only Dumbledore showed a speechless smile.

In the ancient times of the distant East, there was a queen named Lu who cut off the limbs of one of her enemies and stripped away his five senses, calling him a human pig. This is a very niche knowledge point in England.

“Let’s go, Kaisen… kneel down in Hogwarts.” Dumbledore sighed and said.

“…I’m waiting for your summons.” Kaysen looked around at everyone in the office, Fudge lying on the desk, Umbridge still imprisoned by the Binding Spell, and Scrimgeour and Kingsley who were like two commanders without troops.

Following two roars, the office was left with only purple spots of light and burning golden feathers.