"Are you sure?"
Scrimgeour followed Albert's gaze and saw nothing but white outside the glass window.
However, after a while, two men dressed in Muggle clothes pushed the door and walked into the coffee shop. They caught a glimpse of Scrimgeour and a moment of surprise appeared on their expressionless faces.
It was because Scrimgeour didn't put on any disguise.
The Aurors who were protecting them reacted quickly. Without giving the two men any chance, they directly drew their wands and knocked the men down.
As expected, they were spies of the Death Eaters. They heard that Scrimgeour might be meeting with someone privately here, so they came here secretly to find out the situation.
As for where the news came from, it was naturally released by Scrimgeour himself.
Otherwise, why would he go to so much trouble
Since they were just two small fry, even with the use of truth serum, not much useful information could be obtained.
"I think it was just an accident."
"I don't think so."
Albert glanced at Scrimgeour and said indifferently, "The group of Death Eaters you are waiting for are probably still waiting outside for news."
"Well, I hope they can just rush in. That would save me a lot of trouble." After Scrimgeour knew that he had been seen through, he was too lazy to pretend anymore.
"You said I should use the Imperius Curse to control them to go out and spread false information."
In fact, he also knew that he probably couldn't hide it from Albert, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party was not angry.
With Albert here, Scrimgeour doesn't have to worry that Voldemort will suddenly kill him.
“That’s a good idea.”
Albert looked at Scrimgeour with a strange expression, somewhat surprised that he would do this.
However, he didn't mind Scrimgeour using him to boost the Aurors' confidence and thereby fight the evil Death Eaters.
"You actually agreed." Scrimgeour was a little surprised.
"As if you wouldn't do that if I don't agree." Albert pouted.
"Opportunities like this are rare. The situation is very bad right now. I need to restore everyone's confidence."
After a while, the two pathfinders were controlled by Scrimgeour using the Imperius Curse, and he asked them to tell the other Death Eaters the good news that he was there.
"I suddenly understand why Death Eaters like to use the Imperius Curse." Scrimgeour said to Albert with a self-deprecating smile.
"It's not hard to imagine."
Albert looked at the two people who disappeared in the white mist and said softly, "If the Ministry of Magic also resorts to unscrupulous means, it will obviously be more dangerous than the Death Eaters. But I still think that we should make good use of those dark magics. If this stuff is used too much, it will easily make people's thoughts become radical."
"It doesn't matter. According to your prediction, I may not live for many days anyway, so why should I care about these things?" Scrimgeour said nonchalantly. He now only wanted to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters with all his might.
"Just be happy yourself."
Albert could see that Scrimgeour was almost driven crazy by the cruel reality. Scrimgeour was now extremely cruel and even dared to use himself as bait.
Of course, it also has something to do with Albert being here.
Just after the two of them left for a while, people came, and there were more than a dozen of them in total, all rushing towards the coffee shop with murderous intent. The leading Death Eaters even blew up the coffee shop directly, probably wanting to solve the problem before anyone could react.
"Oh, McNeill, that's surprising." Scrimgeour recognized the name of the lead Death Eater.
"Yes, Minister, this is unexpected." McNeill licked his lips and said, "Please come with us. The Dark Lord wants to see you."
"I'm afraid not."
Scrimgeour drew his wand and said indifferently.
"That's not up to you."
McNeill gestured to the people around him.
When the murderous dark wizards surrounded Scrimgeour and tried to subdue him, the Aurors who were well prepared appeared out of nowhere and directly attacked the group of dark wizards.
That's right, no one expected that the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic would be so despicable as to attack them.
Most of the dark wizards were knocked down directly. The others realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but Aurors surrounded them from behind and blocked their retreat.
"It seems that your plan was successful." Albert glanced at the arms in his hands and said, "But is it really okay for you to deliberately let those two people run away?"
“Someone had to pass on the message,” said Scrimgeour cheerfully. “I’m sure they’ll have to think twice before trying to get my attention again.”
Yes, this was Scrimgeour's purpose.
Those Death Eaters must be made to understand that he, Rufus Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic, is not someone to be trifled with.
"I don't think the You-Know-Who cares about this kind of thing." Albert kindly reminded, "Except for Dumbledore, the You-Know-Who is fearless."
"And you?"
"I'm not qualified."
"Of course you do," Scrimgeour confirmed.
Albert smiled and didn't dwell on it.
"Before, you always said that it was Dumbledore who protected us. At that time, I was a little unconvinced. Now..." Scrimgeour's tone was full of bitterness. Since Dumbledore's death, he truly realized his difficult situation.
"It's meaningless to say this now." Albert waved his wand, poured himself a cup of coffee, picked up the spoon and stirred it slowly, and said in a self-deprecating tone, "The only lesson mankind has learned from history is that mankind can learn no lessons."
"I am very unwilling to accept this."
"It's no use complaining to me. You should blame Dumbledore. However, the Ministry of Magic is not qualified to do so." Albert took a sip and said indifferently, "It's normal for him not to believe you."
"Can Harry Potter really defeat You-Know-Who and end the Second Wizarding War?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked what everyone wanted to know.
"Don't you already have the answer yourself?" Albert asked.
"I'd rather know the outcome of your prediction," Scrimgeour said seriously.
He was more willing to trust Albert than Dumbledore.
"Harry, he's just a poor man, an avenger who was pushed to this point by the prophecy." Albert did not answer directly, but suddenly said some inexplicable words.
"Of course, Harry is undoubtedly lucky. He always escapes danger like the protagonist in novels. Everyone is willing to believe that he will defeat the Dark Lord like the legendary savior."
"You should know that these are not the things I want to ask." Scrimgeour stared at Albert. "You must know. You must have a way."
"You like to play charades even more than a prophet like me."
"I know you. It's hard to imagine someone like you pinning your hopes on others." Scrimgeour explained why he was so confident. "Besides, you are so calm, as if everything is under control."
"You are more confident than me." Albert understood.
Scrimgeour still wanted me to help him.
"Unfortunately, there is not enough time." He said softly.
"Not enough time?" Scrimgeour repeated, after a pause.
For some reason, Scrimgeour suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
He understood what Albert meant. Voldemort would never allow him to continue to get in the way.
"Could it be..."
"I'm sorry," Albert interrupted.
It was not difficult to sneak into Gringotts and destroy the Hufflepuff Cup in the Strange family vault, but Albert couldn't deal with the Horcrux fragment on Harry's forehead.
You can't just give Harry an Avada Kedavra and destroy the Savior along with the Horcrux fragments, right
Albert is not crazy and would not do such a stupid thing.
Even if he secretly told Harry the truth and asked him to die quickly, Albert felt that things might go wrong.
Even ants try to survive, let alone humans.
It is not easy to convince Harry to die, but it is not difficult to kill him by force, but the sequelae are very serious.
Only if Harry voluntarily faces death and is killed in a duel with Voldemort can he have a chance of survival.
Therefore, the best solution at present is to be prepared, wait for the final decisive battle, and completely eliminate Voldemort in one go.
"I'd like to see how Voldemort plans to kill me in the line of duty," murmured Scrimgeour.
He understood.
It’s not that Albert doesn’t want to help him, but he can’t be impatient if he wants to completely eliminate the mysterious man, but the problem is that he doesn’t have time.
"You still have a chance. This may be your last chance." Albert took out a bottle of compound potion from his pocket and placed it in front of Scrimgeour. "It depends on what you decide to do. Anyway, Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour must die."
"I won't be a coward. But we can catch them off guard." Scrimgeour picked up the Polyjuice Potion and looked up at Albert. "It would be even better if you are willing to help."
"I helped you." Albert pointed to the compound potion.
"If I fail in the end, Gadwin will bring some Aurors to help you." Scrimgeour nodded.
"Why don't you let them get closer to the Order of the Phoenix?" Albert asked, "I remember Kingsley is also an excellent Auror!"
"Because you are more reliable and more likely to lead us to victory." Scrimgeour had great confidence in Albert.
"Then let them contact Percy. By the way, don't let Percy be exposed." After saying that, Albert got up and left.
"He still won't help?"
Gadwin looked at Albert's departing back and frowned slightly.
He was one of the few people who felt particularly stressed, and if Scrimgeour was finished, his situation would probably not be much better.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m running out of time.” Scrimgeour said self-deprecatingly, “That guy really sees it more clearly than anyone else!”
"Time." Gadwin didn't understand.
“If anyone in the wizarding world can completely solve the problem of You-Know-Who, I dare say it will definitely be that guy.” Scrimgeour patted his old friend on the shoulder and said, “If the situation really develops in the worst direction, then get closer to him. I believe that not everyone will bow down to You-Know-Who.”