Wishful thinking?
Scrimgeour did not think the situation was that bad. Otherwise, given that man's character, how could he possibly have brought his wife to the Weasley family's wedding?
He knew that before the Dark Lord's return, Anderson had quietly hidden his family and the McDougal family away, successfully avoiding the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters' retaliation.
"You won't mind helping out later, will you?"
Scrimgeour turned his head toward Fred, who was ushering guests in, and said, "I remember you have a very good relationship with the Weasley family."
"You really are becoming more and more like the Minister for Magic."
Albert studied Scrimgeour and sighed inwardly at how much the office of Minister for Magic tempered a person. In just one year, Scrimgeour had already become a qualified politician.
Hagrid and Madame Maxime, sitting nearby, were utterly confused. What did he mean by becoming more and more like the Minister for Magic?
Wasn't he the Minister for Magic?
Moreover, they noticed that Albert seemed quite familiar with the man who was supposedly the Minister.
"Don't worry, that man won't come," Albert said the words Scrimgeour most wanted to hear. "Besides, haven't you already made arrangements?"
"I'd rather get some advice from you," Scrimgeour said. That was one of the reasons he was sitting here.
"Well, you need to hurry."
"So you think I'll fail." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I'd prefer for you to succeed, because that would save us a great deal of trouble."
"You're as irritating as ever."
Scrimgeour gave Albert a long look. His lowered hand clenched involuntarily. After taking a deep breath, he rose and left. Of course, he understood what Albert meant. Albert was not optimistic about his plan and believed he would fail, but clearly supported him in trying.
"Can't you