I knew this would happen!
Watching Albert's departing figure, Scrimgeour let out an almost imperceptible sigh. The small joy he had felt at thwarting The Dark Lord's scheme had vanished completely.
He had actually hoped to lead everyone into a direct confrontation with The Dark Lord. With the momentum and confidence of their recent victory, along with all the experienced fighters present, they could surely take a huge bite out of The Dark Lord.
As long as they could wound The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters today, the British wizarding world would certainly enjoy a brief period of peace afterward—enough time for them to recover and rebuild. After all, with the Death Eaters suffering such heavy losses, there would probably be no Pure-blood wizards willing to join them again.
As for how many people would die, Scrimgeour did not particularly care about the numbers. People died in war, especially when their opponent was the infamous Dark Lord. As long as the Ministry of Magic handled the aftermath properly, there would be no problem.
Unfortunately, after he had set the stage, Albert refused to play along—or rather, refused to take the bait.
Even after Scrimgeour had used Liquid Luck, he had failed to persuade Albert.
Everything had gone so smoothly from the very beginning.
He had agreed to Kingsley's request and ensured Harry's safety at the Weasley wedding. Though he had helped The Weasley Family in the process, he had also dragged them into the mess.
He had hoped to use that to gain Albert's help, but the plan had failed. Albert had still refused cleanly and decisively, showing no concern for the terrible consequences that might befall the Weasley family afterward.
Scrimgeour was deeply puzzled. Hadn't Albert been very close to the Weasley family?
Had Albert realized it from