"Desperate Counterattack: Ministry of Magic Wins a Sweeping Victory."
"Scrimgeour—Fighting Poison with Poison."
"Ministry of Magic Wartime Policy Adjustments—No Mercy for Dark Wizards."
"Albert Anderson—The Youngest Prophecy Master in History."
"Bloody Wedding: Who Was the Person Behind the Scenes?"
"Veritaserum to Be Used in Prisoner Interrogations."
"The Most Ruthless Minister of Magic in History."
"Another Dumbledore: A Wizard Even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Fears."
That day, news of Scrimgeour leading the Aurors to defeat the Death Eaters rapidly spread through every major newspaper, throwing the entire wizarding world into an uproar. Fudge, who had been helping Scrimgeour handle the election, was so shocked his mouth hung open.
Fudge suddenly understood why Scrimgeour had delayed things. So this was what he had been waiting for: to take the position of Minister of Magic with the momentum of defeating the Death Eaters. That would save him a great deal of trouble afterward.
This had all been Scrimgeour's scheme. He had discussed it with Anderson long ago, using the man's wedding to set a trap and lure the Death Eaters in.
Just think about it—the wedding guests had all been Aurors in disguise. How could the Death Eaters not suffer a crushing defeat?
Eight had been killed, and three captured alive.
Fudge had also heard that the three Death Eaters had survived because Scrimgeour intended to fine them.
To be honest, Fudge had been completely dumbfounded when he heard the news. He was going to impose enormous fines on Death Eaters?
Fines? Was that really not extortion? Fudge had never imagined that one day, he would be extorting Death Eaters.
The reason Fudge knew this explosive piece of news was that Scrimgeour hoped he could persuade those three unlucky ones to pay up. After all, the three Death Eaters were all his old friends: Malfoy, Crabbe,