Fudge's guess had been correct. Umbridge was indeed facing an unprecedented obstacle.
Whenever she closed her eyes, that deep, raspy voice, as though it came from the depths of hell, rang in her ears.
Tonight, Umbridge was once again in her brightly lit Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Several sheets of messily written parchment lay on her pink desk as she tried to drive away her unease of recent days by writing a report.
"Dear Mr. Minister Fudge, I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting.
I have recently encountered a few minor problems. Please rest assured, they will not affect our plans. We—"
After three days and three nights without sleep, Umbridge could no longer hold on and closed her eyes.
"Your power was borrowed... your dignity was stolen... when true darkness descends... you and your pink toys will be worthless..."
The terrifying voice that haunted her dreams flooded into her mind from every direction. She screamed and sprang up from the wet pink desktop she had been slumped over, clutching her wand in terror and wildly pointing it at everything in the office.
"C-come out. Come out, Batman... Batman."
A faint breeze blew in through the window, frightening Umbridge so badly that she threw away her wand and scrambled beneath her desk.
After a long, long while, she finally dared to poke her head out and inspect the world beyond the desk.
The office lights were still as bright as daylight, and no more breeze came through the open window.
So she had merely scared herself. Umbridge picked up her wand from the floor and flicked the window shut.
She returned to her chair and stared in horror at the enormous bat pattern on the parchment.
"Ah!!!"
Her scream seemed to awaken something. Black ink began