Rufus Scrimgeour's sudden behavior is disturbing, and no one knows exactly what he intends to do.
In fact, it's more accurate to say that no one knows what to do as Minister for Magic right now.
No matter who was replaced in Scrimgeour's position, facing such a dire situation, they would probably be helpless.
In Ivan's view, the Ministry of Magic and the existing order of the wizarding world are irreparable, not to mention Voldemort's power that is powerful enough to crush, the Ministry of Magic is also corrupted by those greedy and corrupt officials and pure-blood wizards. There was no chance of victory in getting rid of them. Come to think of it, even a guy like Dolores Umbridge who has done so many ridiculous things at Hogwarts can still be the Senior Undersecretary, what hope does the Ministry have
Scrimgeour hoped to turn the tide by himself, which was too unrealistic.
Not to mention, it is unknown how many supporters he still has now, and those he believes to be loyal are likely to have been controlled by magic.
Ivan tossed and turned on the bed and thought for a long time, thinking that the only possibility to save the Ministry of Magic was probably to seek a new life in the midst of destruction.
It's just that Scrimgeour probably has no chance
The next day, Bill and Fleur's wedding went ahead as usual.
Mr. Weasley did not go to the ministry because he was in charge of the wedding, but Sirius and Lupine left overnight.
At about five o'clock, Sirius sent the latest news. There was a big difference in the Ministry of Magic's thoughts on Scrimgeour, so they didn't take any action. They were discussing the possibility of attacking Malfoy Manor and Voldemort's decisive battle overnight. According to the previous Judging from the current situation, if we continue to discuss, this matter will probably come to nothing.
However, Sirius and the others still need to keep a close eye on the situation of the Ministry of Magic. If there is no problem, they will come to the wedding in the afternoon.
So judging from the current situation, there is nothing to worry about, it is another farce.
After receiving Sirius' letter, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in a better mood, but soon another letter was delivered by an owl.
She watched it alone in the kitchen, and Ivan noticed that her eyes were red when she came out of the kitchen, obviously crying.
No one said anything, everyone knew that the letter was from Percy.
Since graduation, Percy's relationship with everyone has gone from bad to worse, almost irreparably.
After breakfast, Ivan, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were arranged to stand outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the guests who came to the wedding. Alvin and Harry drank a large dose of Polyjuice Potion, and they now look like two red-haired Muggle boys from the local village of Ottery St. Catchpole, which Fred stole with the Flying Charm. A few strands of hair from those two boys.
They plan to introduce Ivan and Harry to the guests as cousins Bahmer and Barney. Anyway, the Weasley family has many relatives, hoping to cover him.
Around nine o'clock, the invited guests arrived one after another.
They are all relatives of the Weasley family, and there are many of them. A wizarding family that has been passed down for thousands of years will always have many relatives, far or near. Just like a big tree, the part exposed above the ground may be small, but the roots underneath are intricate. The Weasley family is like this, and so are other pure-blood wizard families.
At some point, these relationships work surprisingly well.
If you thought that the Pure Blood family was just a bunch of shabby wizards living in a dilapidated old house that had been passed on for generations, you'd be wrong.
The five people hold the seating chart in their hands, and can help guide the guests to sit in the appropriate seats.
At about half past nine, a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden jackets came. At this moment, these wizards were sitting under a tree not far away, smoking their pipes, and they could see the wind rising from there. A cloud of cyan smoke.
There was a long purple carpet at the entrance of the big tent, and rows of delicate golden chairs were placed on both sides.
White and gold flowers wrapped around the pillars, and Fred and George tethered a large string of gold balloons over the spot where Bill and Fleur were to be married. Outside, bees and butterflies fluttered lazily over the grass and hedgerows.
"Ivan, how do you feel?" Harry asked Ivan, he felt very uncomfortable.
The Muggle boy he was impersonating was slightly fatter than he was, and his dress robes felt hot and tight in the hot summer sun.
"It's very hot, I'm about to faint!" Ivan said, he also felt very hot, but fortunately the Muggle boy he pretended to be was not too fat, "How long are we going to stand here?"
"It may be more than an hour until all the guests have arrived. This is only the guests who came in the morning, and there will be people who will come in the afternoon, so we have to greet here." Fred tugged at the collar of his robe , said, "It's too bad. When I get married, I won't do all this nasty tricks. You can wear what you like, and I'm going to put a body-binding charm on mother until the business is over." "
"However, she did well this morning!" George said. "You all saw that Percy couldn't come and cried a lot, but who cares about him?"
"It would be better if he didn't come!" went on Fred. "By the way, where's Sirius? Lupine came last night? What's the matter?"
"There is something wrong with the Ministry of Magic." Ivan said, "Scremgeour gathered all the Aurors and wanted to fight Voldemort!"
"What?!"
"Don't get excited. He has this idea, but no one supports it. There are great differences within the Ministry of Magic. They are still discussing it. The biggest possibility of this matter is to let it go."
"The Ministry of Magic is hopeless. I have never seen a more stupid battle plan than this! A surprise attack has been discussed for a whole night and a whole morning. Do they think they are the enemy?" Looking straight ahead, "Oh my God, Fred, get ready! Here they come, look!"
At the far end of the courtyard, one after another brightly colored figures appeared out of thin air.
After a few minutes a procession formed and began to meander through the gardens towards the marquee.
Strange flowers and enchanted birds quivered in witches' hats, and precious gems shone in the bow ties of many a wizard.
As the group moved closer to the tent, the excited chatter grew louder, drowning out the buzzing of the bees.
"Wonderful, I think I saw some Veela cousins," said George, craned his neck to get a better look. "They need someone to help them understand English customs, and I'll take care of them..."
"Don't be so anxious, just listen!" Fred said, his speed was not slow at all, he rushed past the group of middle-aged witches in front of the team, and said in French to the two beautiful French girls first, "Hey, Allow me to serve you."
The French girls giggled and let him go in with them, leaving George to deal with the middle-aged witches, where he yelled disapprovingly