I knew it would be like this!
Looking at Albert's departing figure, Scrimgeour sighed imperceptibly, and the joy he had just felt from thwarting the mysterious man's conspiracy disappeared.
In fact, he hoped to get everyone to have a head-on confrontation with the mysterious man. He believed that with the momentum and confidence from their victory, plus all the experienced fighters present, they would be able to take a big bite out of the mysterious man.
As long as the mysterious man and the Death Eaters can be injured today, the British wizarding world will surely usher in a brief peace, and there will be enough time for them to recuperate. After all, with the Death Eaters suffering heavy losses, there will probably be no pure-blood wizards willing to join them.
As for how many people would die, Scrimgeour didn't really care about those numbers. There would always be casualties in war, not to mention that the opponent was the famous Dark Lord. As long as the Ministry of Magic handled the follow-up properly, there would be no problem.
Unfortunately, after he set the stage, Albert was not buying it at all, or was not fooled.
Even though Scrimgeour had used Felicis, he was unable to convince Albert.
The whole plan went so smoothly from the beginning.
He promised Kingsley to ensure Harry's safety at the Wesley wedding. Although he helped the Wesley family, he also dragged them into trouble.
He hoped to gain Albert's help, but the plan failed. Albert still refused straightforwardly, not caring about the bad consequences that might be brought to Wesley's family.
Scrimgeour was very confused. Wasn't it said that Albert had a close relationship with the Wesley family
Did Albert realize it from the beginning, or was Albert afraid to confront the mysterious man head-on
Scrimgeour was more willing to believe the latter, but the intuition brought by the Felicis Felix told him that Albert might have seen through his plan.
Or, as Albert said before, now is not the time to confront the mysterious man, so after helping to deal with the Death Eaters, he turned around and left.
well!
Although he had a premonition, Scrimgeour still couldn't help feeling lonely. After all, no one wants to die if possible.
After all, the elixir is not a panacea, and he has already felt his limits.
After losing Albert, the trump card that decided the outcome of the game, Scrimgeour had few options left.
His only chance to survive now was to follow the advice given by Albert.
After his thoughts were interrupted by Dawlish, Scrimgeour quickly adjusted his mentality, glanced at the Death Eaters brought by the Aurors, raised his wand and knocked on the old acquaintance who was tied up with ropes, awakening the unconscious Lucius.
"Long time no see, Lucius!" Scrimgeour greeted him with a smile.
Looking at Scrimgeour with a terrifying smile, Lucius couldn't help but shudder, and a look of pain gradually appeared on his face. "One hundred thousand. I'll give you one hundred thousand Galleons. Don't kill me."
"I've given you a chance. Isn't it better for you to just stay in Azkaban?"
While Scrimgeour was speaking, he suddenly raised his wand and cast a spell at the Death Eater beside Lucius.
The green light of death suddenly lit up, startling everyone.
"Are you crazy?"
Looking sideways at Rawl who was completely dead beside him, Lucius widened his eyes in disbelief, unable to believe that Scrimgeour could be so crazy.
"Are you planning to kill us all?"
"I don't really want to either."
Under the astonished gazes of the guests, Scrimgeour killed several Death Eaters in succession before finally stopping to catch his breath.
The Minister is crazy!
This was the first thought that came to the wizard's mind when he saw this scene.
"It's a pity. The You-Know-Who wants to kill me, and you want to kill me too. You can't just let me accept my fate and stand there for you to kill me." A smile that made Lucius's hair stand on end appeared on Scrimgeour's face.
At this moment, Lucius was regretting his decision to the core.
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.
"No one deserves to die, and no one deserves to be killed. I believe that as Death Eaters, you have killed many people. No matter they are wizards or Muggles. In this case, don't be afraid of death, and don't let me look down on you." Scrimgeour took a breath. Just as he was speaking, he used Avada Kedavra to kill another Death Eater.
"You're a lunatic, a complete lunatic." Lucius roared in horror.
"You see, Death Eaters can also feel fear and be afraid." Scrimgeour suddenly turned his head and said to everyone, "The facts prove that they are just a group of lackeys who bully the weak and fear the strong."
Scrimgeour's speech stunned everyone, but it must be said that the effect was very good. At least they were no longer as afraid of the Death Eaters as before.
Scrimgeour didn't really want to do this, but he knew he had to boost morale.
"When we are threatened by Death Eaters, the best thing to do is to use your wands to break their legs."
While he was talking, Scrimgeour killed two Death Eaters in succession. The nonchalant way he killed them made everyone shudder.
"There is no point in being afraid or scared, because the enemy will not let you go." Scrimgeour used his wand to silence Lucius. "When I took over as Minister of Magic, someone told me that there was a high probability that I would die at the hands of the You-Know-Who."
"So, the moment I took over as Minister of Magic, I was already prepared for the possibility of being killed by the You-Know-Who or the Death Eaters."
"So, do not be afraid Lucius. Death will just close its eyes a little. Avada Kedavra can save you from pain."
Scrimgeour lifted the ban on Lucius. "For the sake of our old friendship, do you have any last words?"
"No, wait, I can come up with a large sum of Galleons, which will definitely make the magic unhappy."
"Unfortunately, that's the only chance."
"No, I..."
"Instead of letting you continue to harm others, I will take you away. At least no more wizards or Muggles will die tragically because of you!" Scrimgeour raised his wand and said in a slow voice, "Don't be afraid, Lucius. It will be over soon."
"Avada Kedavra!"
After Scrimgeour finished speaking, he used the Avada Kedavra curse on Lucius.
After a flash of green light, the expression on Lucius's face completely froze.
He is dead.
His eyes are full of love for life.
If even he died, what would happen to his son Draco
After executing Lucius Malfoy, a well-known figure in the wizarding world, Scrimgeour turned to look at the shocked guests and asked in a puzzled manner, "What are you doing here?"
After Albert left, these guys would only be a hindrance if they continued to stay here.
"Didn't you tell them what's going on?" he asked Kings in confusion.
A helpless smile appeared on Kingslai's face.
"The mysterious man may appear at any time. Are you planning to stay here and try your luck?" Scrimgeour asked.
"Forget it, don't worry about them. If they want to stay, they can stay." Scrimgeour took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He ordered, "Gather the remaining dark wizards now. I will set a fire and kill them all later."
The tone of voice made even the Aurors feel an inexplicable chill.
After Scrimgeour had just used the Avada Kedavra Curse to execute so many Death Eaters, he now actually planned to set fire to burn all the remaining people to death.
What a lunatic!
Creepy lunatic.
Perhaps, only a madman like this can fight against a madman like the mysterious man!
Everyone was silent.
No one mentioned what to do with the unfortunate people who were controlled by the Imperius Curse, because there was simply not enough time to carefully identify the current situation.
"Hurry up, if we don't kill them all now, do you expect to let them go back and continue to harm others?" Scrimgeour was very dissatisfied with the Aurors' procrastination. He originally thought that while he was talking, the Aurors had already completed the final blow to the enemy.
In the end, he still has to be the executioner himself.
Scrimgeour didn't mind, but he didn't like other people dragging their feet at crucial moments.
This is deadly.
However, it was too late!
Just now, Voldemort had blocked them with a group of Death Eaters.