I knew it would turn out like this!
Watching Albert's departing figure, Scrimgeour let out an almost imperceptible sigh. The little joy he had felt from foiling Lord Voldemort's scheme vanished without a trace.
He had actually hoped to lead everyone into a head-on clash with Lord Voldemort. With the momentum and confidence from their recent victory, along with all the experienced fighters present, they surely could have taken a vicious bite out of him.
As long as they could wound Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters today, the British magical world would certainly enjoy a brief period of peace afterward—enough time for them to recover and rebuild. After all, with the Death Eaters suffering such heavy losses, there would probably no longer be any Pure-blood wizards willing to join them.
As for how many people would die, Scrimgeour did not particularly care about the numbers. People died in war; besides, their opponent was the infamous Dark Lord. As long as the Ministry of Magic handled the aftermath properly, there would be no problem.
Unfortunately, after he had set the stage, Albert refused to play along—or rather, refused to take the bait.
Even after Scrimgeour had used Felix Felicis, he had still failed to persuade Albert.
Everything had gone so smoothly from the very beginning.
He had agreed to Kingsley's request and ensured Harry's safety at the Weasley wedding. Though he had helped the Weasley family in the process, he had also dragged them into this mess.
He had hoped to use that to gain Albert's assistance, but the plan had failed. Albert had still refused cleanly and decisively, utterly unconcerned about the terrible consequences it might bring upon the Weasley family.
Scrimgeour was deeply puzzled. Wasn't Albert supposed to be very close to the Weasley family?
Had Albert realized