Umbridge listened quietly to all of this from the fireplace.
Greed and ambition swelled in her bloodshot eyes at a visibly perceptible speed.
She finally understood.
This was not a simple reform of physical training.
This was a political war over authority in education.
And Professor Holmes was helping Minister Fudge-and helping her as well-seize the high ground in this war.
"Minister."
Fudge turned sharply toward the fireplace.
His eyes regained the shrewdness and decisiveness of a politician.
"Dolores."
"Go back."
"Return to your post."
There was not a trace of warmth in Fudge's voice.
"Stop coming to me with trivial reports about running through mud."
"You have only one task now."
"Oversee this reform and ensure its smooth implementation at Hogwarts."
"Any obstacles, any opposition-I want you to report them to me immediately."
"But not in that disgraceful manner you just displayed."
Umbridge's face flushed scarlet.
Humiliation made her chin tremble.
But immediately afterward, another, stronger emotion overpowered her shame.
Oversee the reform and ensure its implementation.
This meant she had an entirely new source of authority, personally authorized by the Minister himself.
She was no longer the wretch trapped beneath piles of reports, signing purchase orders for Pumpkin Juice.
She was the executor of the reform.
The embodiment of the Minister's will at Hogwarts.
"I understand, Minister."
Umbridge's voice regained its cloyingly sweet composure.
"I will not fail you."
Her gaze swept over Douglas one last time.
He happened to be looking at her too.
There was a smile in those unfathomable eyes that she could neither describe nor explain.
The green flames flashed, and Umbridge's face disappeared.
The fireplace returned to its usual warm orange glow.
Fudge let out a long breath and settled back into his chair.
He picked up his tea, which had already cooled