While Fred, George and Lee Jordan were busy preparing for Albert's wedding, the Death Eaters also began their own plans.
If they didn't want the Ministry of Magic to interfere with their murder attempt on the 12th, they'd better cause some trouble for the Ministry now so that they would have no time to worry about the Mudblood's wedding.
Many Death Eaters realized that the Dark Lord wanted to kill the Mudblood named Albert Anderson, which also showed how much Voldemort feared the Mudblood.
Master of prophecy
Super genius
Duel champion
No, that's not the point.
The point is that the Mudblood had only been in the wizarding world for seven years.
In just seven years, he had achieved achievements that stunned wizards all over the world. If he was given another ten years, five years, not just two years, but only two years, God knew to what extent he would have grown.
Probably another Dumbledore-like character.
But there was no doubt that the Mudblood was more dangerous than Dumbledore.
Not to mention Voldemort, even they actually realized it, but they just didn't want to admit it.
Therefore, after Fudge refused to join him, Voldemort did not immediately order his Death Eaters to massacre Muggles, but waited patiently until now before taking action.
As long as the Death Eaters bring the giants to attack Somerset, they can not only take revenge on the Ministry of Magic, but also achieve their own goals.
When a large number of Muggle casualties occurred in Somerset, the Ministry of Magic needed to deploy a large number of manpower to help conceal the truth in order to occupy most of the Ministry of Magic's attention.
When Lucius Malfoy led the Death Eaters to attack Albert's wedding, the Ministry of Magic would react much slower, and by the time they came to reinforce, everything was over.
There was no way. After being severely punished by the trap set by Harry Potter last time, everyone has become very cautious now. What's more, Albert Anderson is even more difficult to deal with. If you want to kill him completely, you need to be fully prepared.
It is said that Lucius Malfoy was ready to step into the trap.
McNeill was very clear about his mission. It was not difficult to destroy Somerset County and cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic. The most difficult thing at the moment was the problem of the giants.
After receiving the Dark Lord's order, McNeill took several Death Eaters to the depths of the Cotswold Mountains to meet the giant's leader, Gorgon.
The two sides had reached an agreement before coming to the UK, but McNeill doubted whether the giant's poor brain could still remember the original agreement, and it was not easy to convince those brainless big guys.
"I bring the Dark Lord's promise."
McNeill walked through the stinking giant camp and came to the front of the tall horse and said loudly, "We plan to attack Somerset County and teach the Ministry of Magic an unforgettable lesson. You are allowed to join this action and make a scene in the Muggle world without restraint."
The noise in the giant camp suddenly stopped.
"The Dark Lord allows you to join in the ensuing revelry," McNeill repeated.
The next second, the giants' excited roars rang out in the camp. They had waited too long.
McNeill waited until the giants' strange noises were over, then said to Gao Gao Ma, "But now there is a problem."
"Quiet!" Gao Gaoma roared at the giants, then turned his gaze to McNeill, "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm listening."
"We won't be confronting the Ministry of Magic head-on for the time being. I'm sure you don't want too many casualties among your people!" McNeill said to Tall Horse, although he thought it was ridiculous to talk about casualties with a giant.
After all, giants often fight and kill each other.
"I hope you can obey my orders, especially when I ask you to retreat. I hope you can retreat in time to avoid unnecessary conflicts with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. Once the Ministry of Magic discovers your location, a large number of wizards will come to encircle you. Now is not the time to officially declare war on the Ministry of Magic." McNeill still stated his requirements. In his opinion, giants could only communicate in a simple way. Although he didn't have high expectations, McNeill was very clear about his job. If all the giants died, his status with the Dark Lord would be greatly reduced.
"No problem!" Gao Gao Ma agreed, "When you want to retreat, Gao Gao Ma is willing to follow your orders. We will set out at any time."
"We'll set off once your tribe is ready." McNeill breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was not too bad.
"Did you hear that?" Gao Gao Ma shouted to the giants, "Get ready to go."
That night, McNeill led the giant, dark wizards and Dementors to attack a small town in Somerset near the Cotswold Mountains.
The residents of the town were awakened by terrible roars late at night. They soon discovered that some terrible humanoid monsters had broken into their homes, pulling up trees as weapons and smashing them everywhere.
Panic and screams awakened the town, and everyone was frantically calling the police station.
However, when the police car arrived in a hurry, it was smashed into scrap metal by a stick.
The Death Eaters and Dark wizards were laughing wildly as they threw Exploding Curses at the surrounding houses and slaughtered any Muggles they could see.
The Dementors floating in the night sky were also extremely excited. After the carnival began, they began to unscrupulously suck in the breath of despair in the town, and even sucked away some dying Muggle souls.
When the giant was swept away like a hurricane, all that was left in the town were ruins and Muggles wailing in pain.
"It's time to go. We can't stay here too long."
McNeill closed the pocket watch in his hand and asked the Death Eaters around him to notify other dark wizards to move. He went to find Tall Horse and inform the giants that it was time to go to the next town.
The chaos must be spread out as quickly as possible and retreated to the Cotswolds before the Ministry of Magic reacts.
At this moment, the tall horse who had just waved a curved road sign and smashed a car was very unhappy with McNeill's order, but he finally chose to obey the order and yelled at the over-excited giants.
Then, they began to run towards their next target, like a terrible gust of wind raging through the villages and towns around the Cotswolds, killing a large number of Muggles.
The sad news shocked the entire British wizarding community.
The atrocities committed by the Death Eaters in Somerset were truly infuriating. However, the most ridiculous thing was not that the Death Eaters massacred a large number of Muggles, but that their crimes almost exposed the magical world to Muggles, causing great trouble to the Ministry of Magic.
In order to hide the atrocities committed by the Death Eaters, a large number of memory cancellation agents were sent to Somerset. They had to work overtime to modify the memories of all Muggles who witnessed the incident.
A large number of staff from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures were also sent to Somerset to try to find the culprit behind all this. However, they never found the giant, and it was unclear whether they did not find it on purpose or they really could not find it.
The terrible disaster in Somerset was eventually disguised as a hurricane, and the Ministry of Magic was unable to do anything about You-Know-Who's revenge.
This incident completely aroused the panic deep in people's hearts.
The angry wizards once again shouted for Fudge to step down and let Scrimgeour take over as the new minister.
Fudge was under tremendous pressure and became haggard. He discussed the appointment with Scrimgeour again.
"It's not the right time now."
Faced with Fudge's proposal, Scrimgeour simply shook his head and refused.
"No, it's appropriate now." Fudge was anxious to get rid of his position, so as to avoid anything happening next that would require him to take the blame.
As for continuing to occupy the position of Minister of Magic, Fudge didn't even dare to think about it, for fear that he would be brought to trial by the angry masses one day.
"Gadwin Robards needs time to take control of the Auror Office." Scrimgeour looked at Fudge's anxious face and explained expressionlessly, "Aurors are our last line of defense. If we lose this force, we will be finished."
"But… "
"Someone needs to take care of Somerset too," Scrimgeour added.
"A large number of staff from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures have been sent to Somerset," Fudge said, frowning. "They have been searching everywhere, but they have not been able to find the whereabouts of the giant."
"How do you know that no one is lying or being lazy?" Scrimgeour reminded, "The Death Eaters are likely to have planted people in the Ministry of Magic. If they lie, we won't be able to find the giant."
"But, this..." Fudge was speechless. If it were in the past, he would have refuted it, but now it is indeed possible.
"I'll take the Aurors with me," Scrimgeour said calmly. "It's not easy for those guys to hide. If possible, it's best to kill the giants now."
Fudge couldn't help but shudder. He found that Scrimgeour was becoming more and more murderous, especially after the law against dark wizards announced some time ago.
"When dealing with dark wizards, Aurors must prioritize their own safety. They are allowed to use dark magic directly and are allowed to kill stubborn elements who refuse to surrender as soon as possible."
"Everyone wants you to become a minister, I think this matter can not be delayed any longer." Fudge took a deep breath and suggested. After Scrimgeour agreed to his resignation and stayed as a consultant, Fudge realized that he had better leave as soon as possible.
"Okay, but we'd better hold the voting and election according to the convention. Even if the process is simpler, this process cannot be omitted."
Scrimgeour agreed, and planned to ask Fudge to help him hold a vote, and agreed to take over the position of Minister on the 13th.
Why should we let everyone vote
Naturally, it was to show that Scrimgeour was elected by everyone, and Number 13 was naturally to help Albert attract the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
This is the agreement between them.
Scrimgeour did know when Albert was getting married, but he did not know where.
Led by Scrimgeour, teams of Aurors patrolled the skies over Somerset on broomsticks, trying to find the whereabouts of the giant using detection tools purchased from Fred and George.
However, the Aurors did not find the giants. Those big guys seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, probably moved away by the Death Eaters using some method. Everyone was very disappointed. They thought they could kill a few giants to restore their reputation, but they ended up cleaning up a few Inferi.
"This search is over."
In a temporary base in eastern Somerset, Scrimgeour summoned all Aurors, "We have a more important task ahead."
Under the Auror's puzzled gaze, Scrimgeour continued, "I recently received intelligence that the Death Eaters will launch a major operation."
As he spoke, Scrimgeour looked around at the group. "And we will ..."
"To stop them?" an Auror asked tentatively.
"Stop? No, no, this is an opportunity for us." Scrimgeour sneered, "Those damn rats always like to hide. Fortunately, we now have a chance to solve this big trouble in one go."
"We're going to catch Death Eaters?"
"It's an ambush to be exact."
Scrimgeour gave Gadwin a look, who immediately understood and stepped forward, opening the wooden box in his hand. Inside were potions with muddy bubbles bubbling out of them. The Aurors all recognized the compound potion.
"I have discussed this with Albert Anderson, and he is willing to lend us his wedding venue. What we have to do now is to disguise ourselves as guests and attend the wedding, waiting for the Death Eaters to come and cause trouble, and then..." Scrimgeour picked up a compound potion and showed everyone a cruel smile: "I think you all know what to do."
Everyone stared at Scrimgeour in amazement, not understanding where Scrimgeour got the information, but if this was true, then those Death Eaters would probably be in real trouble.
"Don't worry about your life. I have prepared protection for you."
As he spoke, Scrimgeour opened another box, revealing golden pills that looked a lot like cod liver oil.
"I think you know what this is."
"Felix Felicis," Tonks muttered.
She and Kingslai looked at each other and both guessed the specific reason.
This was the Death Eaters' idea to attack Anderson's wedding. The latter directly invited all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic to act as guests, preparing to give the troublesome Death Eaters an unexpected surprise.
"Use it during battle. It will bring you half an hour of luck. This is the only Felicity Potion I can get at the moment." Scrimgeour closed the box and said calmly, "The Felicity Potion can ensure your safety to the greatest extent. As for the problem of the mysterious man, don't worry. Dumbledore will help us."
"After this, the Death Eaters will become fleeing rats, and we will chase them everywhere. Do not be soft-hearted. I allow you to use dark magic, even the Unforgivable Curse, to directly kill the enemies, especially those Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban Prison. If they do not intend to surrender, they should be killed on the spot immediately." Scrimgeour waved his fist and said, "Every Death Eater killed may save one or even several wizard families in the future."
"Think about this terrible disaster. We will not compromise with them. That will only increase their arrogance, unless you want to live in a nightmare in the future, just like the last wizard war. No, this time it will be even more tragic. Various signs from the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters show that they want to control the Ministry of Magic. Bones' death is the best proof. If one day I suddenly die or martyr myself in the line of duty, it means that the Ministry of Magic will collapse, and it will be the turn of the You-Know-Who to control the Ministry of Magic. I think you definitely don't want to live in such despair. Therefore, kill as many Death Eaters as possible. Only by killing them in fear can we have a better life in the future."
Everyone couldn't help swallowing, shocked by Scrimgeour's courage.