Umbridge had been in a very good mood lately. Thanks to the importance newly appointed Minister Pius Thicknesse and Director of Magical Law Enforcement Yaxley placed on the "Monitoring and Review Committee for Whether Members of Wizarding Families Were Engaged in Illegal Activities," the newly established Monitoring Committee had become the Ministry of Magic's hottest department. Quite a few Death Eaters even served under her command, which gave Umbridge, who was not yet a Death Eater herself, an immense sense of satisfaction.
What pleased Umbridge most, of course, was the awed, respectful looks from her colleagues. She had never possessed that when she had last served as Deputy Minister of Magic.
Perhaps she ought to find a way to obtain the status of a Death Eater! In this age ruled by Lord Voldemort, being a Death Eater was simply too important. It meant acceptance into pure-blood circles, and it also meant ascending to an even loftier position.
If Umbridge wanted to become Minister of Magic, the status of a Death Eater was indispensable. Yet she knew perfectly well that it would be difficult for her to obtain it, because some Muggle blood flowed through her veins. Unless she did something that satisfied Lord Voldemort and earned his recognition, like Snape had.
Rooting out those wizards secretly resisting the Ministry of Magic and Lord Voldemort was the first thing Umbridge had done to achieve her goal. She had basically confirmed that those who had yet to register with the Ministry of Magic were all connected to that fellow called Albert Anderson. Whenever she thought of Albert Anderson, that damned Mudblood, Umbridge recalled the inhuman treatment she had suffered at Hogwarts. She gritted her teeth and trembled all over with rage, wishing she could kill him.
If she truly managed to kill