Looking at the large magic barrier blocking his way, Voldemort realized what Scrimgeour was trying to do, and his murderous intent grew stronger.
Scrimgeour must die!
He raised his wand and fired a dazzling spell forward.
With a loud bang, the barrier that had been torn open by Albert suddenly shattered like a mirror.
Under the awed gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort walked towards the Burrow of the Westwood family.
The breaking of the barrier immediately caused a great commotion, but Scrimgeour remained calm. He just stood there, looking into the pair of scarlet eyes in the darkness.
"Is this your plan?"
Voldemort saw the Death Eaters and dark wizards lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on Scrimgeour, his voice so cold that it made people tremble all over.
"Kill all my people."
"Isn't it normal for some people to die in war?"
Facing Voldemort, who was full of murderous intent, Scrimgeour showed no fear at all. Instead, he took the initiative to meet him with the Aurors.
"However, you arrived just in time. I was just about to kill all these guys with fire."
Scrimgeour took the initiative to draw away most of the hatred, also to tell Voldemort that most of the dark wizards here were not dead yet, thus preventing Voldemort from going on a killing spree.
The guy in front of me is capable of doing such a thing.
"Wizard's blood is precious. Every drop shed is a loss and waste." Voldemort has raised his wand, ready to kill the guy in front of him.
"Really? But I thought you never took them seriously?" Scrimgeour also raised his wand and laughed without hesitation: "They are just your servants, aren't they? For you, you can have as many servants as you want."
"You don't think that you can save your life with those Aurors, do you?" Voldemort glanced at the dozens of Aurors behind Scrimgeour and sneered.
"I never think so. However, I agree with one thing: there is no need to fight bloodily. It is a meaningless sacrifice."
Scrimgeour raised his hand to stop the Aurors who were about to start a fight, and said to Voldemort in front of him, "So, let's duel, and settle all the grudges between the two of us. I know you have always wanted to kill me, and now I will give you a chance to kill me and control the Ministry of Magic."
"Minister, Minister!"
The Aurors were stunned by Scrimgeour's sudden decision.
They didn't understand why Scrimgeour would volunteer to die, but Scrimgeour raised his hand to stop him, signaling the Aurors around him to step back and give them enough space.
When Albert left without hesitation, and when Scrimgeour realized that he was blocked by the mysterious man, he knew that he had lost the bet and had no chance of turning the tables.
Although Scrimgeour regretted in his heart that he had not left sooner, he knew there was no point in regretting it now.
There is no medicine for regret in this world.
I will admit defeat if I lose the bet!
"Very good, duel, come on, just the two of us."
Voldemort agreed, leaving Scrimgeour with a last bit of dignity.
To be honest, he was quite satisfied that Scrimgeour had stood up to him directly instead of letting the Aurors fight and die for him. At least both sides didn't have to continue the bloody fight and cause more deaths.
"Back off and make room."
Scrimgeour told the Auror behind him that he was not afraid that Voldemort would suddenly attack him. If Voldemort wanted to rule the Ministry of Magic, it would be a better choice to kill him in a duel openly.
The Death Eaters and Aurors stepped back one after another, leaving a stage big enough for the two.
"Although I know this is ridiculous, I know this day will come sooner or later. I have never been afraid of death. If I die, please scatter my ashes on the Black Lake in Hogwarts."
Scrimgeour finished his words and turned resolutely to face Voldemort.
"Have you finished your funeral arrangements?"
Voldemort suddenly couldn't understand what Scrimgeour was trying to do.
"It's over. Come on."
The two men drew their wands and bowed to each other in the etiquette of a wizard duel, but their eyes never left each other.
Almost at the same time, they both raised their wands, pointed at each other and shouted the most deadly spell in history: "Avada Kedavra!"
Because of Scrimgeour, the two death spells did not collide, but flew in opposite directions.
The dark night was illuminated by the dazzling green light, and the spectators watching the duel were all stunned.
Shoot directly at Avada Kedavra!
At this moment, everyone could feel Scrimgeour's determination to kill Voldemort, even at the cost of his own life.
However, Kingsley, who had already realized Scrimgeour's intention, was already reminding other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the guests to leave while Voldemort was too busy to pay attention to them.
Perhaps, this was a duel destined to go down in history, but Scrimgeour's defeat was already inevitable.
If others don't seize the opportunity to leave, they will probably face an even more terrible disaster.
Kingsley did not forget that Scrimgeour had just executed all the Death Eaters in one go. When Voldemort realized that all his right-hand men had been killed by Scrimgeour, God knew what terrible things would happen.
That's why Scrimgeour took the initiative to embrace death and create opportunities for them.
As for the proof duel, if no one holds Voldemort back, they will definitely lose.
The ending could be even more tragic.
After the green light disappeared, both parties were still alive.
It's just that Scrimgeour looked a little embarrassed when he dodged the Killing Curse.
Voldemort put away his contempt, and he realized that the man in front of him was standing here to duel with him with the intention of dying together with him.
But he is Voldemort.
Countless poisonous snakes poured out from Voldemort's long sleeves, turning into a terrifying snake tide that pounced towards Scrimgeour.
If you get bitten by a poisonous snake, you're probably dead.
Scrimgeour stood up and immediately threw several fireballs at the snake tide, causing explosions one after another, trying to wipe out all the poisonous snakes that were rushing towards him.
Many of the snakes were indeed destroyed in the explosion, but there were still more snakes breaking through the smoke and rushing towards Scrimgeour.
What's worse is that the smoke and dust raised by the explosion were suddenly engulfed by an evil black flame, and a flaming serpent made of devil's flames pressed directly towards Scrimgeour, and all the venomous snakes that had originally pounced on Scrimgeour were engulfed by the flames.
Facing the evil Devil's Flame, Scrimgeour swung his sword with all his might, splitting the Flame Serpent in two. However, the Devil's Flame did not disappear, but only paused for a moment before splitting into two and rushing towards Scrimgeour again.
Amid people's exclamations, Scrimgeour chanted the spell quickly, using almost all his strength to suppress the devil's flames.
But how could Voldemort give him a chance? A Cruciatus Curse pierced through the devil's fire and silently fell on Scrimgeour's body, making him groan in pain and gradually lose the suppression of the devil's fire.
But Scrimgeour did not fall down because of the Cruciatus Curse. Seeing that he was about to be engulfed by the devil's flames, he raised his wand again and chanted the last spell with all his strength:
Avada Kedavra!
The green light of death penetrated the devil's flames directly and flew towards Voldemort.
This sudden sneak attack almost killed Voldemort.
However, Voldemort eventually used Avada Kedavra to block it, and the two spells connected together, entering a new round of struggle.
Looking at the approaching green light, Scrimgeour realized that he had no chance. He gave up resistance and let himself be engulfed by the green light of death. The devil's flames that followed engulfed the corpse that was blown away by the spell, turning it into a blazing ball of fire.
There was a chilling silence. The remaining Aurors stared at the blazing pillar of fire in horror. They all realized that Scrimgeour was dead!
He was killed by Voldemort, and his body was burned to ashes by the most evil magic fire.
"Scrimgeour is dead." Voldemort said, opening his arms. "You will not be my opponent. Give up resistance and surrender to me. I do not want to kill you. I do not want wizards to bleed."
"You win, but we will always serve only the Minister of Magic."
Gadwin Robards looked at his friend who had turned to ashes, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Voldemort.
After saying that, he took off his hat, scooped up the soil from where Scrimgeour had just fallen and put it into his hat, then led the Aurors to the outside. They were going to fulfill Scrimgeour's last wish and scatter Scrimgeour's ashes in the Black Lake at Hogwarts.
Voldemort did not stop the Aurors from leaving because their intention was already very clear: they were only loyal to the Minister of Magic, and now the Ministry of Magic was controlled by Voldemort.
After the Aurors left collectively, the remaining guests were all dumbfounded because they had to face the most evil Dark Lord in history alone.