If they really wanted to pursue the matter, even Fudge bore an inescapable responsibility.
The only reason he could remain so fearless was that he had seen through humanity's selfishness.
Either they all died together, or none of them had to die.
Only children distinguished right from wrong; adults looked only at gains and losses.
Fudge revealed an exceedingly genial smile and pressed hard on Scrimgeour's shoulder. "Very good, Rufus. You bravely said what everyone had long been afraid to say."
His hypocritical face made Hermione feel physically ill for quite a while.
She turned to look at Vincent and discovered that he was adjusting his position.
Without needing much eye contact, she quietly activated the recording function on her Magical Communicator as well.
"I promise you, Rufus, the Ministry of Magic will certainly change."
Yeah, right!
Scrimgeour truly was a real man, but if no one answered his call, no amount of courage would help.
Judging by the relieved looks on the senior officials' faces, only Barty Crouch, whose eyes brimmed with fury, seemed clear-headed.
But what could he do if he dared to be angry but not speak out?
Scrimgeour looked stunned. "I—"
"No need to say any more." Fudge smiled and shook his head. "You did the right thing, Rufus. This is a serious matter; we should deal with Luke Wood first."
Before Scrimgeour could respond, Moody forcefully stepped between them. "Fudge, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to keep it hidden?"
"Watch your tone!" Umbridge's instantly recognizable shrill voice rang out.
The pink toad suddenly hopped over, leaving Vincent and Hermione no choice but to keep adjusting their angle.
"Alastor Moody, you are retired! You have no right to interfere with the Ministry of Magic's decisions!"
Moody laughed in fury, a rare killing