"Are you sure?"
Scrimgeour followed Albert's gaze. Beyond the glass window was a vast expanse of white; he could see nothing at all.
But before long, two men dressed as Muggles pushed open the door and entered the Coffee shop. The moment they spotted Scrimgeour, their expressionless faces briefly showed surprise.
After all, Scrimgeour had made no attempt to disguise himself.
The Aurors protecting the area reacted quickly. Without giving the two men any chance, they drew their wands and brought them down.
As expected, they were Death Eater scouts. Having heard that Scrimgeour might be meeting someone here in private, they had come to investigate.
As for where the information had come from, naturally, Scrimgeour himself had leaked it.
Otherwise, why would he have gone to so much trouble?
They were just minor fry, so even Veritaserum would not pry much useful information from them.
"I think this was just an accident."
"I don't."
Albert glanced at Scrimgeour and said evenly, "The Death Eaters you've been waiting for are probably still outside, waiting for news."
"Fine. I was actually hoping they'd charge straight in. It would save me a lot of trouble." Once Scrimgeour realized he had been seen through, he could not be bothered pretending anymore.
"Do you think I should use the Imperius Curse to control them and have them deliver false information?"
He knew Albert would most likely see through him anyway. Seeing that Albert was not angry, he could not help feeling relieved.
With Albert here, Scrimgeour was not worried about Voldemort suddenly appearing to kill him.
"That's not a bad idea."
Albert looked at Scrimgeour with a strange expression, somewhat surprised that he would do such a thing.
Still, he did not mind Scrimgeour using him to bolster the Aurors' confidence and strike at