At this moment, Umbridge was in an exceptionally foul mood. Just moments ago, she had learned from the front-page headlines of the Daily Prophet that Voldemort had returned.
As a senior official who had spent years navigating the Ministry of Magic, and an accomplished politician, Umbridge knew perfectly well what this meant. All her previous efforts had become a joke. Worse still, the prophecy had actually come true. Her superior, Cornelius Fudge, was facing the risk of being driven from office by the public. Perhaps his downfall was not far off.
If Fudge really was driven out by the public in the summer, then what about her prophecy? Umbridge publicly claimed not to believe Trelawney's Prophecy, but deep down, she had believed it for a long time.
That was why she had never dared venture into the Forbidden Forest, afraid something truly unfortunate might happen to her.
As long as she did not enter the Forbidden Forest, the prophecy related to it would not come true. But would she really be thrown into Azkaban Prison?
The odds of that should have been low, but... Umbridge was truly afraid.
Although the Dementors had rebelled and left Azkaban, no one wanted to spend the rest of their life in that cursed Wizard Prison.
The more one worried about something, the more one hoped it would not happen, the more likely it was to happen.
At noon on the very day she learned of Voldemort's return from the newspaper, Umbridge received an owl from the Ministry of Magic. She had been suspended pending investigation, and the Ministry ordered her to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible.
It was simply a nightmare! Remembering the way Hogwarts students looked at her, Umbridge could not help shuddering.
During her time at Hogwarts, how many things had