Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"What advice do you have? I don't know!" Fudge said in a tearful voice.

"The letter I wrote to you." Dumbledore sighed.

Only then did Fudge react. Dumbledore mentioned the letter, and so did Kaysen. The person who was qualified to receive his letter...

"Umbridge! Where's my letter!" Fudge roared.

"Minister, I thought they were all unimportant, I..." Umbridge stammered.

"Okay, you don't have to explain anymore." Kaisen was tired of listening to this so-called "Where Do the Letters Go?" program.

He looked at Fudge with pity, and shook the diamond sword in his hand casually, and the disappearance curse was cast on it.

The original purpose of this curse was to act on equipment, causing the equipment to disappear after the owner of the equipment died, but now it has another use.

For example, it can cause an irreversible black magic wound that cannot be cured by healing magic.

The next moment, Kaisen swung the diamond sword at Fudge's arm.

I originally wanted to draw Kaisen pinning Fudge on the table with a diamond sword about to stab him. It would be very cool, but please forgive me for not having the skills. I will just give you a simple heart.

Oh, and please give me a gift!!!

Chapter 154 I'm waiting for your summons

Pfft!

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

He took off the glasses that were 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 lens clean and put it back in the eye socket.

Now Umbridge, who was sitting across from the desk, was staring in amazement at the calm Kayson and Fudge, who had only one arm left and was wailing non-stop.

Umbridge's little mind was puzzled as to how a little professor from Hogwarts dared to rush into the Minister of Magic's office and remove the Minister's arm.

That's the Minister of Magic!

The pinnacle of power in the magic world, the supreme being, how could anyone dare to do that?

Most of the Aurors on the other side felt a strange sense of relief when watching this scene. After all, Hogwarts is the only magic school in England, and their children are all in Hogwarts. For those who don't have children, the children of their relatives and friends are also in Hogwarts.

And for such a wise minister who put Dementors in Hogwarts, it’s no big deal to have an arm chopped off.

Until a lightbulb suddenly popped up in one of the clever little ghosts' heads: "...Huh? It's my wedding anniversary, and we have a candlelight dinner, Mr. Scrimgeour?"

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

How could he not want to find an opportunity to teach Fudge a lesson, but there was no other way. After all, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and his actions had to be within the rules set by the Ministry.

So subjectively, he had no ill will towards Kaysen, who had made Fudge suffer for the safety of the little wizard. This was also the reason why he agreed to some Aurors running away.

But objectively speaking, he was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, and the head of the Ministry had his arm chopped 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're not going to take action, then I think I can leave." Kingsley looked at Kaisen who was standing there with his hands in his pockets. Although he didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, who knew what terrible things would happen after he and others took action.

Having been an Auror for so many years, he naturally 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 wizarding world for the first time and truly stood in the magical society, and had killed several dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

As for the alchemy skills of this so-called alchemy professor, he is not a professional and cannot comment on it, but in terms of black magic, this alchemy professor definitely has the potential to become the third generation Dark Lord.

What's even more fucked up is that Kaisen isn't the only one here. Dumbledore is standing in the office with the Elder Wand in his hand, and his eyes, which show no emotion, make it impossible to tell what he's thinking.

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

Kingsley can be regarded as the backbone 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.

"Kasen, let's go." Dumbledore said.

Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief. This meant that Dumbledore had made his choice, and he, the Auror Captain, no longer had to be caught between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore and suffer.

As for Fudge's opinion?

No one cares.

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

"...I have always thought that you are an official of the Ministry of Magic who gets things done, which is rare in the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore stood in front of Kaisen, 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, trying wizards is the responsibility of the Wizengamot, and the Aurors are just executors. So, let's wait for the summons from the Wizengamot." Dumbledore closed his eyes, then opened them again and said.

Scrimgeour finally breathed a sigh of relief because Dumbledore found him a reason to move aside without being blamed by anyone.

But the necessary performance segments should still be there.

The next moment, Scrimgeour suddenly set off a fiery red firework at Dumbledore, which was casually deflected by Dumbledore with his wand, and he was responded with a light Disarming Charm.

As Scrimgeour's wand flew into Dumbledore's hands and was placed steadily on the desk, Scrimgeour finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart.

And Kaysen was sitting on the desk, while Fudge was lying on the desk like a dead dog.

He rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Remove all the Dementors."

"We can't retreat..." Fudge said weakly.

"Ok?"

"The device that controls the Dementors is damaged. The Department of Mysteries is repairing it. We can't command the Dementors until it's repaired," said Fudge.

".........Then you can only pray that the Dementors are honest enough and the young 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 sneer.

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

In ancient times in the far 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 obscure piece of knowledge in England.

"Let's go, Kaisen... back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a sigh.

"...I'm waiting for your summons." Kaisen looked around at everyone in the office, Fudge lying on the desk, Umbridge who was still bound by the Binding Spell, and Scrimgeour and Kingsley who were like two commanders without troops at this moment.

Following two roars, the only things left in the office were purple spots of light and burning golden feathers in the sky.

Chapter 155 Write letters, write letters, and write letters!

With Kaysen and Dumbledore out of the office, Fudge was finally able to lean back in his chair and bark.

Kingsley took out his wand and tapped the imprisoned Umbridge. He tried the Stop Spell, but it was of no use. Fortunately, the imprisonment spell had lost its effect by then.

Umbridge pushed Kingsley away and ran towards Fudge screaming. She slid down to her knees and came to Fudge's side.

"Mr. Minister? Mr. Minister, are you okay?"

Fudge was furious when he saw the culprit who had hurt him like this, but he was the Minister of Magic after all. If he took his anger out on his subordinates because of such an objective little thing, who would dare to work for him in the future?

But is he just going to swallow his anger? Fudge isn't that magnanimous...

"I'm fine, come and help me sit up." Fudge said with difficulty.

Umbridge quickly pulled Fudge into the chair.

"Go find a therapist!" After doing all this, she shouted to Kingsley.

Kingsley shrugged and slowly left the office.

Scrimgeour looked at it and walked out. After all, if he didn't leave, would he be blamed or have to work overtime?

"Umbridge, you do this...you do this..." Fudge said hoarsely with a grin.

"Minister, I'm here, go ahead," Umbridge agreed quickly.

"You will split your forces into two groups and go to Africa and South America to serve as diplomatic attachés," Fudge said.

"Mr. Minister, should I split my troops into two groups?" Umbridge asked in confusion.

"Hmm? Didn't you tell me to just tell you? Of course, if you don't want this task, I have another job for you." Fudge continued.

"Mr. Minister, another task......"

"To be precise, there are two, the Department of Mysteries Death Veil Explorer, and the Avada Kedavra Negative Range Observer. Choose one." Fudge said with a breath.

"Then... Minister, can I still be a diplomatic attaché?" Umbridge forced a smile that was even uglier than hers.

"Go quickly!"

"Yes!"

Umbridge left the office in a flash.

the other side...

"The sorting ceremony officially begins!"

Professor McGonagall was sorting the houses downstairs, while Dumbledore and Kaysen were joining a large group of professors in deserting their seats.

After all, most of those who can be professors at Hogwarts have a position in the Wizengamot.

He had already begun preparing for the opening of the Wizengamot court.

"So, if Fudge and the others really intend to pursue this, how should you vote?"

"You don't need to tell us, we all know how to vote, and others will probably make the same choice as us. They still know how to distinguish between a stupid politician and a professor who truly cares about the young wizards." Professor Flitwick said very easily. It seemed that he already had a rough expectation of the Wizengamot's decision.

"But will Fudge and the others really choose to escalate this matter? They are obviously not in the right in this matter. Keeping peace is the best option, otherwise he will be scolded by the entire wizarding world." Lupin asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Remus Lupin, when will your beastly brain truly wake up? Or is your human brain not as sharp as your wolf brain? Did Kaysen's enchantment book remove your brain when it removed your werewolf nature?" Snape complained as he elegantly put a piece of sausage into his mouth.

"Oh... Respected Professor Snape, what do you think?" Lupin took a deep breath and kept telling himself not to be angry.

"With the current Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge, if it weren't for the directors of the various executive departments who were secretly disobeying him, the wizarding world would have been thrown into chaos long ago. So, this kind of person cannot be judged by common sense."

"A cowardly person, an arrogant person, a stubborn person, a stupid person. His stupidity is not only that he cannot see what he is doing, but also that he cannot see what is the optimal solution at the moment."

"Furthermore, such a fool who is so-called superstitious about the authority of the Ministry of Magic and rules, and who likes to make decisions on impulse, will definitely choose to appeal to the Wizengamot."

"As I said, his stupidity prevented him from even remembering who the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot was."

As Snape spoke at length, Dumbledore couldn't help but puff out his chest.