"Damn it!" Dawlish cursed, shouting at Umbridge, "What kind of route did you lead us on? Why didn't we go around that town?"
Umbridge glanced at him and said in a shrill, affected voice, "We're almost at our destination. If we change direction now, who knows how far out of our way we'll have to go? Perhaps we won't be able to get around those agents' surveillance range at all."
"But those hyenas caught up again! What are we supposed to do now? Fuck! Fuck!"
Umbridge paid no mind to Dawlish's furious cursing. Still speaking in that saccharine tone, she said, "Dear John, go on. Hold off those two agents behind us and buy Shacklebolt and me some time."
John Dawlish's eyes widened, as though he thought he had misheard. "What did you say?"
"Didn't you understand? This is your value, dear. Minister Fudge will remember your contribution, and so will I—"
"Fuck! Do you take me for an idiot?" Having reached the end of his patience, John Dawlish roared, "Don't fucking brush me off with Minister Fudge, bitch! Before we set out, you said we were going to use Kingsley Shacklebolt, but look what you're doing now! You're protecting him like he's your own fucking father! Don't think I don't know—you've already defected to Vaughan Weasley, haven't you?!"
No one was a fool.
Umbridge had commanded him to intercept MAC agents all along the way, and even Williamson had died because of it. No matter how foolish John Dawlish was, he had realized something was wrong. This was completely different from what Umbridge had told him before they departed.
But this Auror, who had graduated from Hogwarts with outstanding grades, never imagined that Umbridge would be even more shameless than he had thought—
Faced with his curses and refusal,