"Oh, Cornelius," Dumbledore said with a sad shake of his head, "You seem to be labouring under the mistaken belief that I intend to - what is that expression? Ah! Come quietly - but I am afraid not. I have absolutely no intention of coming quietly and being locked in Azkaban prison. I could of course, simply break out, but what a terrible waste of time and effort when there are so many other things that I’d much rather be doing," there was a flash of red and gold in the corner of Harry’s eye, and he made the mistake of looking sharply over his shoulder. The sudden movement made his head throb.