Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying Black's glory is decided by the director of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Prohibited Goods?"
Dolores Umbridge was slightly startled. She had not expected a student to dare talk back to her. This was a challenge to her authority!
She immediately flew into a rage and said viciously:
"See? You dare talk back to a Ministry of Magic official. The most suitable place for someone like you is Azkaban, just like that other Black—Sirius. Azkaban is where you belong!"
Matthew continued leading her toward the keywords he wanted, hesitantly retorting, "There isn't a single law saying that disrespect means being locked in Azkaban."
Umbridge thought Matthew had been frightened. Azkaban was still highly intimidating in the Wizarding World, with countless Dementors there.
A greasy smile appeared on her broad, sagging face as she shrieked, "There will be such laws—for people like you who disrespect the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge will deal with you sooner or later!"
Matthew's expression changed drastically. "Black is one of the ancient Sacred Twenty-Eight. How dare you do this!"
Umbridge continued threatening and provoking Matthew. She wanted him to do something irrational under extreme emotion, so she would have an excuse to cause trouble for him.
"Even the Sacred Twenty-Eight among pure-blood families fall under the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction. Once you enter Azkaban, you'll know there are plenty of pure-blood family members inside! Just wait to spend the rest of your life with the Dementors!"
Matthew said, "I haven't broken any laws. You don't have the authority to lock me in Azkaban!"
Umbridge became even more pleased with herself, raising her shrill, greasy voice. "You should know that laws are not set in stone. You talked back to a Ministry of Magic official and disrespected the