This was outrageous, if you asked Cynthia. She would think the Ministry was protected against such happenings. Unfortunately, they'd just have to keep spraying. These people didn't seem to be able to prevent chizpurfle infestations! Really?

The whole room smelled like the aerosol cans. In other words, there wasn't any fresh air around. Cynthia burst into a violent fit of coughing. At least the spray seemed to be working. The nests were dying and no chizpurfles were in sight.

"How in Merlin's name did we let this happen?" the witch asked with a slight hint of edginess.