Dumbledore, who had been sat serenely behind his desk, was suddenly on his feet, his eyes blazing with fury. Percy Weasley gasped in alarm, and the quill and parchment he’d been holding toppled to the ground as he pressed a hand to his chest. Fudge dropped his bowler hat, his mouth dropping open, and Kingsley and Dawlish exchanged shocked looks. The portraits were beside themselves, shouting and calling from their frames, and shaking their fists. A small scream escaped McGonagall, and she turned extremely pale.