"Very well," the now dejected Umbridge said. Professor Snape left the room. "It seems you have given me no choice in this, Mr. Potter." She moved to the table. Honestly, she looked constipated if you asked me, but it was clear she was trying to jump through hoops to make sense about what she was about to say. "This is a matter of Ministry security. You have given me no alternative." She paused for a moment. "The Cruciatus curse ought to do it. That will get you to talk."