As he looked at the massive Magical Barrier blocking his path, Voldemort understood what Scrimgeour was trying to do. The killing intent in his heart deepened.
Scrimgeour had to die! He raised his wand and fired a dazzling spell straight ahead.
With a tremendous boom, the barrier Albert had already torn a hole in shattered abruptly like a mirror.
Under the awestruck gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort strode toward the Weasley family's Burrow.
The barrier's destruction immediately caused a major stir, but Scrimgeour remained calm. He stood there, meeting those scarlet eyes in the darkness.
"Is this your plan?"
Voldemort saw the Death Eaters and Dark wizards strewn across the ground. His eyes locked onto Scrimgeour, his voice so cold it made people shudder.
"You killed my men."
"Isn't it normal for people to die in a war?"
Facing Voldemort, who radiated killing intent, Scrimgeour showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he led the Aurors forward to meet him.
"Still, you came just in time. I was about to burn every last one of these bastards."
By drawing most of Voldemort's hatred onto himself, Scrimgeour was also telling him that most of the Dark wizards here were not yet dead, preventing Voldemort from launching a massacre.
The man before him was fully capable of doing such a thing.
"A wizard's blood is precious. Every drop spilled is a loss and a waste." Voldemort had already raised his wand, ready to kill the man before him outright.
"Is that so? Yet I don't think you ever cared about them at all." Scrimgeour raised his own wand and mocked him without restraint. "They're merely your servants, aren't they? And servants are something you can have as many of as you want."
"You don't actually think those Aurors can save your miserable life,