Albus Dumbledore was considered the most powerful wizard of the century, if not in all of wizarding history.
He had beaten his former friend Gellert Grindelwald in 1945.
He was the owner of one of the hallows, The Elder Wand. The most powerful wand in the world.
He was Chief Warlock of Wizengamot.
He was the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.
His magic had never failed him yet.
Yet, here he was, desperately trying to cast a wandless spell to save himself from a 12 year old muggle born, who had came along with an old man who was currently smoking a cigarette.
The demon student, who was in kahoots with the war's third party.
His magic wasn't working. HIS MAGIC WASN'T WORKING.
A deep feeling of dread was spreading through him.
The kid, who wasn't letting go of his hand, had somehow nullified his magic. HOW??
.....
Suddenly, the truth hit him. How hadn't he seen this before?
... The boy was the one who had stolen the philosopher's stone.
"The Daily Prophet and Department of Education are right to call you a Demon, dear boy," he said.
Dazai only squeezed his hand harder. "Don't be mistaken. Of course I'm the villain here."
He withdrew a muggle weapon from his belt, and aimed up at Albus.
"But Port Mafia is DOE, and I'm Port Mafia," Albus' eyes widened, and his feeling of dread deepened. "Good and bad... it's all a farce, you know."
How didn't he see this? He had been foolish, trusting the Department of Education.
The enemy had managed to gain the trust of the ministry easily.
He'd severely underestimated them. His cockiness was now going to cost him his life.
Dazai pulled the trigger, and everything went black.
How pathetic, one of the greatest wizards of the century, to be killed by a 12 year old muggle without using any magic.
How Grindelwald would laugh.