"I want Madam Umbridge to destroy the Blood Quill and swear a Wizard's Oath on her magic not to use it ever again for any purpose."
Dolores said, "That Quill is a family heirloom. I will not destroy it. And Ministry employees are forbidden from swearing a Wizard's Oath."
"Then resign from the Ministry."
Dolores put her hands on the table. "I've had quite enough of this. Let's have a vote on whether we submit these minutes to the Minister. I will pay very close attention to how everyone votes."
"If the minutes are not submitted to the Minister, Filius and I will take them to the press," said McGonagall.
"Professors are not allowed to inform the public of confidential minutes," Dolores objected.
"Show me where it says that anywhere," said McGonagall.
"And as I pointed out, I would be perfectly fine with doing so as a private duellist. I mean, citizen," Flitwick smiled.
"The Prophet would never print it."
"No, but there are other media. The Quibbler, for example. I imagine Xenophilius Lovegood would be very interested in what I had to say. There's also Wizarding Wireless Network. There's The Irish Floo. And Le Monde Magique, Die Kristallkugel, the New York Town Scryer..."
"You would betray this country?" Dolores asked, shocked.
"It is no betrayal to speak to interested journalist, whatever their nationality, to point out injustices. And torture of children."
"Stop saying that!"
"Stop doing it." Flitwick stood up, although given his height this was less intimidating than he intended. "High Inquisitor. These minutes will go to the Minister. You will cease using the Blood Quill. You will cease using collective punishment. You will not target any students, including Mr. Potter and Miss Lovegood, for reprisals for my actions. You will apologize to the two of them. If you do not, I will go to every outlet I just mentioned, and tell them all that you have done. I will tell them why I resigned. I will tell them exactly what is being done to education in this school, and I will tell them who is responsible."