"What the hell was that?" The moment Sirius appeared, he violently tore the Dementor apart with a Patronus Charm, then picked up the envelope floating in the air and glanced at it.
The message inside was clear: Harry Potter had used magic outside school, violating school rules and the Statute of Secrecy, and now had to await a summons from the Wizengamot.
"This is complete bullshit! A Dementor was right in her face—was a young witch not allowed to use magic to protect herself?" Sirius furiously tore the envelope to pieces.
"Please do not do that, Mr. Sirius Black. Your impotent rage is meaningless now, because we have as many of these letters as we want." With another pop, Umbridge appeared at the Dursleys' house.
It could be said that the Dursleys' house was like a public toilet today—anyone could stroll in whenever they pleased.
"You are... oh, that pink toad! But I remember Fudge exiling you to Africa or somewhere, didn't he?" Sirius said irritably.
Umbridge glanced at Sirius. She utterly despised this man, who lived off his family's fortune and had foolishly sent himself to Azkaban for over a decade.
How stupid did someone have to be to do something as absurd as sending himself to Azkaban over groundless accusations?
Umbridge immediately gave him no pleasant expression. "Clearly, Minister Fudge discovered my true potential, so I was transferred back."
"Heh... as a power strip? No, I cannot imagine what kind of talent would make someone appoint you as a power strip." Sirius spoke with revulsion.
Umbridge felt no ripple of emotion at that crude insult. She had never taken the empty taunts of losers to heart. She merely gave the two of them a proud look and pulled another letter from her robes.
"Unfortunately... our... Miss Hally Potter