Wishful thinking?
Scrimgeour did not think the situation was that bad. Otherwise, given Albert's character, how could he have brought his wife to the Weasley family's wedding?
He knew that even before Lord Voldemort's return, Albert had quietly hidden his family and the McDougal family away, successfully avoiding Lord Voldemort's and the Death Eaters' retaliation.
"You won't mind helping out later, will you?"
Scrimgeour turned to Fred, who was ushering guests in, and said, "I remember you're quite close to the Weasley family."
"You really are becoming more and more like the Minister of Magic."
Albert looked Scrimgeour over, reflecting on how the position of Minister of Magic shaped a person. In just one year, Scrimgeour had already become a qualified politician.
Hagrid and Madame Maxime, seated nearby, were utterly baffled. What did he mean, more and more like the Minister of Magic? Wasn't he the Minister of Magic? And they noticed that Albert seemed very familiar with the man who appeared to be the Minister.
"Don't worry, he won't come," Albert said, giving Scrimgeour the answer he most wanted to hear. "Besides, haven't you already made arrangements?"
"I'd rather get some advice from you," said Scrimgeour. That was one of the reasons he was sitting here.
"Well, you'd better hurry."
"So you think I'll fail." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I'd rather you succeeded, because that would save everyone a lot of trouble."
"You're as irritating as ever."
Scrimgeour gave Albert a long look. His lowered hand clenched involuntarily, and after taking a deep breath, he rose and left. Of course, he understood what Albert meant. Albert did not think highly of his plan and believed he would fail, but he clearly supported him in trying.
"Can't you say something people can actually understand?" Hagrid finally could not help