No. No. No. Fucking. Hell. No. Was Harry's first reaction. He was proud that at the very least he managed to keep his reaction only to his thoughts. Though he was sure some of his thoughts were visible on his face. Hell he'd almost rather have Voldemort as Minister, at least he didn't pretend to be nice.
He hadn't heard from Umbridge since Hermione had tricked Umbridge to going to the centaurs and then their narrow escape of them.
It likely had been too much to hope that she would disappear forever. Looking down at the scar on his hand that read 'I must not tell lies' he shuddered knowing this likely wouldn't end well.