"Back?"
After rushing forward to give Albert a big hug, Isobel carefully checked him over. Only when she was sure he was unharmed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry, darling. How's Alice?"
Albert kissed Isobel's somewhat flustered cheek, trying to distract her.
"She fell asleep again after she'd eaten."
Isobel held Albert tightly. She knew all too well what had happened tonight.
"How is Scrimgeour?"
Katrina was similarly relieved upon seeing Albert and casually poured him a cup of black tea.
"Probably... dead. Scrimgeour may have taken Felix Felicis, but I don't think that stuff could save him. Felix Felicis is not Lucky Potion, after all. It can't truly bring someone good luck."
Albert had actually foreseen Scrimgeour's fate long ago, especially after the man had rejected his initial proposal and decided to gamble instead.
Though Scrimgeour truly had a slim chance of survival, once he had used an impostor to draw Lord Voldemort's attention, Voldemort would most likely no longer tolerate him remaining alive.
The only question was whether Scrimgeour had managed to wipe out all the subdued Dark wizards and retake the British Ministry of Magic, or...
No, that possibility was extremely unlikely.
Albert had never believed that those sluggish fools could all evacuate before Voldemort arrived with the Death Eaters. If they killed all the Dark wizards only to be blocked in by Voldemort afterward, things would probably end very badly.
Still, that was merely the worst possible outcome. Albert did not believe matters would develop in that direction.
After all, Scrimgeour had taken Felix Felicis. He would surely find a way to handle things, especially with Albert no longer there. He could not be stupid enough to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters head-on.
"So the British magical world is going to