Flitwick nodded.
"Yes, Headmaster. More than half the analogies in these booklets are built on Muggle scientific concepts.
Half-life, neural pathways, electromagnetic antennas-the mere appearance of those words in Hogwarts' official teaching materials would be enough to trigger a political storm."
As a senior engineering consultant for the Marauders Power Company, Flitwick had naturally studied these Muggle terms.
Dumbledore did not answer immediately.
He folded his hands, his blue eyes watching the dancing flames in the fireplace.
"You need someone to push this through."
Dumbledore spoke.
"Someone who can force these teaching materials into the Hogwarts curriculum in the name of the Ministry of Magic."
He paused.
His blue eyes shifted from the flames to Douglas.
Something flickered in them.
"And ideally, that person should be someone who-"
The corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"Believes she is defending pure-blood traditions."
Flitwick froze for a second, looking at Dumbledore in confusion.
Douglas' lips curved.
"So I've decided to bestow this supreme honor-"
He raised his glass of Chinese plum wine to his two colleagues.
"On our deputy director, Dolores Umbridge."
Flitwick nearly fell off his raised chair, its legs scraping harshly across the floor.
"You-you mean Umbridge?!"
Flitwick's voice grew shrill.
"The woman who treated Sybill's syllabus like a shoe rag? The woman who would love to erase the word Muggle from the dictionary-"
"Precisely."
Douglas interrupted him, his tone light.
"She's Fudge's woman. She won't go against a decree Fudge has signed. And these teaching materials-"
He picked up the outline from the desk and turned to the cover.
A line of large print read: Hogwarts Defense Against Dark Magic-Magical Science Series.
Directly beneath it was a huge blank signature field.
"Her name will be printed on the title page of these teaching materials."
Douglas tapped the blank signature