Looking at the large magical barrier blocking his path, Voldemort realized what Scrimgeour intended to do. The killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.
Scrimgeour had to die!
He raised his wand and fired a dazzling spell ahead.
With a thunderous boom, the barrier Albert had already torn open shattered like a mirror.
Under the reverent gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort strode toward the Weasley family's Burrow.
The collapse of the barrier immediately caused a huge commotion, but Scrimgeour remained calm. He stood there, meeting those scarlet eyes in the darkness.
"Is this your plan?"
Voldemort saw the Death Eaters and Dark Wizards sprawled all over the ground. His eyes were fixed on Scrimgeour, and his voice was cold enough to make people shiver.
"You killed my people."
"Isn't it normal for people to die in a war?"
Facing Voldemort, who radiated murderous intent, Scrimgeour showed no fear at all. Instead, he led the Aurors forward to meet him.
"Still, you arrived just in time. I was about to burn all these people to death."
By drawing most of Voldemort's hatred onto himself, Scrimgeour was also telling Voldemort that most of the Dark Wizards here were still alive, preventing him from launching a massacre.
The man before him was capable of such things.
"Wizarding blood is precious. Every drop spilled is a loss and a waste." Voldemort had already raised his wand, ready to kill the man before him outright.
"Is that so? Yet I don't think you've ever cared about them," Scrimgeour said, raising his own wand and mocking him without restraint. "They're merely your servants, aren't they? As far as you're concerned, servants are something you can have as many of as you want."
"Surely you don't think those Aurors can save your miserable life?" Voldemort