Evening, Ministry of Magic...
"Kayson Heath... Albus Dumbledore..."
On Umbridge's desk lay the letters Kayson and Dumbledore had sent Fudge one after the other. She casually tore open the envelopes and began skimming their contents...
Next came Dumbledore's.
After reading both letters, she scoffed. As for Kayson's claim that he would plant Fudge in the ground, she dismissed it as nothing more than a childish, clumsy threat.
Though she knew Kayson had buried plenty of people before, such as Lockhart, Lockhart had only been a lousy writer. Fudge, however, was the Minister for Magic. Their statuses were naturally incomparable, and Kayson would not dare do anything truly outrageous.
The second letter, from Dumbledore, said that if she encountered Kayson, she should reason with him promptly and never let things slide toward the worst possible outcome.
According to Dumbledore, as long as they discussed things properly with Kayson and appealed to both his emotions and reason, he would not truly become angry.
As for twisting off someone's head and planting it upside down, that was merely an exaggerated expression intended to emphasize the threat. The chances of it actually being carried out were low.
She casually crumpled both letters into a ball and threw them into the rubbish bin.
A headmaster actually believed that some insignificant professor would dare lay hands on the lofty Minister for Magic. He truly had gone senile.
Just like that, Umbridge had helped Minister Fudge solve two worries at once.
Meanwhile, at Hogsmeade Station.
Kayson had set up a small stall by the exit. Whenever he spotted an unfamiliar face, he knew that person had not signed up for Alchemy, so he picked up a Wither Charm from the little table and handed it over.
The older students all knew how valuable the item was and