No one cared that Umbridge had run sobbing from the hall and written to Fudge to complain.
Never mind whether her complaint would succeed, or whether Fudge would be willing to fall out with the Ministries of Magic of other countries and spark a diplomatic incident for the sake of one of his own lackeys.
Even if Fudge truly lost his mind and came to back Umbridge up, what could he possibly do to these representatives from various countries? Some people would probably even applaud and add fuel to the fire.
For one thing, the French Ministry of Magic was already preparing to give an award to their representative who had led the charge in cursing Umbridge out.
Professor Dumbledore was a good man, and the French Ministry of Magic did not wish to insult him.
Of course, more importantly, he was a powerful good man, and he was on excellent terms with Nicolas Flamel—the French magical world's designated father, who frequently donated to the French Ministry of Magic.
So whether out of fear of getting beaten up or to continue receiving financial support, the French Ministry of Magic simply did not have the nerve to insult Dumbledore.
But now, the bloody British Empire had actually taken the initiative to offend Dumbledore, removed his representative, and replaced him with a pink toad who looked utterly stupid?
What a heaven-sent opportunity! It seemed the time had come for the Gallic rooster to rise by stepping on the British Empire's head!
It was said that when Professor Dumbledore formally stepped down as chairman, the French Minister of Magic had been so moved that he wept openly in front of everyone.
They said France could only win wars when led by a woman, a dwarf, or a foreigner, but he himself was a