Rufus Scrimgeour's sudden actions made everyone feel uneasy. No one knew what he was planning to do.
In fact, it was more accurate to say that no one knew what they should do as the head of the Ministry of Magic.
No matter who was in Scrimgeour's position, they would be at their wits' end in the face of such a terrible situation.
From Elwyn's point of view, the Ministry of Magic and the current order of the magic world could no longer be saved. Putting aside the overwhelming power of Lord Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic had been corrupted by those greedy and corrupt officials and pure-blooded Sorcerers. If they did not get rid of them, the Ministry of Magic would not have any chance of winning. Think about it, even Dolores Umrich, who had done so many ridiculous things in the Hogwarts, could still become a senior deputy minister. What hope did the Ministry of Magic have?
Scrimgeour's hope of turning the tide with his own strength was too unrealistic.
Not to mention, it was unknown how many supporters he still had. Those he thought were loyal to might have been controlled by magic.
Elwyn tossed and turned in bed for a long time. He felt that the only way to save the Ministry of Magic was to seek new life in the midst of destruction.
However, Scrimgeour probably did not have much of a chance …
The next day, Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis's wedding was held as usual.
Mr. Weasley was in charge of the wedding, so he did not go to the ministry. Sirius and Lupin left overnight.
At around five o'clock, Sirius sent the latest news. The Ministry of Magic had a huge disagreement with Scrimgeour, so they did not take any action. They were discussing the possibility of attacking the Malfoy Manor and fighting the Lord Voldemort. Based on the past situation, if they continued discussing, this matter would probably be left unsettled.
However, Sirius and the others still had to pay close attention to the Ministry of Magic. If there were no problems, they would attend the wedding in the afternoon.
Therefore, judging from the current situation, there was nothing to worry about. It was just another farce.
After receiving Sirius's letter, Lady Weasley's mood seemed to improve a lot, but soon another letter was delivered by Owl.
She hid in the kitchen and finished watching. Elwyn noticed that when she came out of the kitchen, her eyes were red. Obviously, she had been crying.
No one said anything, for they all knew that the letter was from Percy, and that it was Percy.
Ever since graduation, Percy's relationship with everyone had worsened to the point where it was almost irreparable.
After breakfast, Elwyn, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were arranged to stand outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the guests who had come to attend the wedding. Elwyn and Harry drank a large dose of compound soup. They now looked like the two red-haired Muggle boys in the local village of Otteri San Catchpole. Fred had used a flying curse to steal a few hairs from the two boys.
They planned to introduce Elwyn and Harry to the guests as cousins Bammo and Barney. Anyway, Weasley had many relatives in the family, so they hoped that they could cover for him.
At around nine o 'clock, the invited guests arrived one after another.
They were all relatives of Weasley's family. There were many of them. A wizard family that had been passed down for thousands of years would always have many relatives, whether close or far away. It was like a big tree. The part that was exposed to the ground might be small, but the roots underneath were intricate. This was the case for Weasley's family, and it was probably the same for other pure-blood wizard families.
At certain times, these relationships would play an amazing role.
If you thought that pure-blood wizard families were just a group of poor wizards living in a dilapidated old house that had been inherited for generations, you would be wrong.
The five people held a seating chart in their hands, and they could help guide the guests to the appropriate seats.
At around 9.30, a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden jackets arrived. At this moment, these wizards were sitting under a tree not far away, smoking their pipes. Green smoke could be seen curling up from there.
At the entrance of the big tent, there was a long purple carpet, and on both sides were rows of delicate golden chairs.
White and golden flowers were wrapped around the pillars. Fred and George had tied a large string of golden balloons to the sky above the place where Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis were going to be married. Outside, bees and butterflies were flying lazily in the grass and bushes.
"How do you feel, Elwyn?" Harry asked Elwyn. He felt very uncomfortable.
The Muggle Boy he was pretending to be was a little fatter than him. Under the hot summer sun, he felt that his robe was hot and tight.
"It's hot. I'm going to faint!" Elwyn said. He also felt hot, but fortunately, the Muggle Boy he was pretending to be was not too fat. "How long do we have to stand here?"
"Until all the guests arrive, maybe more than an hour. These are just the guests who came in the morning. There will be more in the afternoon, so we have to welcome them here. " Fred said as he pulled the collar of his robe. "This is terrible. When I get married, I won't do these annoying things. You can wear whatever you like. I'm going to put a Binding Spell on Mother until everything is done. "
"But she did well this morning!" George said. "You all saw how she cried because Percy couldn't come. Who cares if he came?"
"It's better if he doesn't come!" Fred said. "By the way, where did Sirius go? Did Lupin come last night? What happened? "
"There's a problem with the Ministry of Magic," Elwyn said. "Scrimgeour has gathered all the Auror and wants to fight the Lord Voldemort!"
"What?!"
"Don't get too excited. He does have this idea, but no one supports it. The Ministry of Magic is divided internally. They are still discussing it. The most likely thing is that this matter will be left unsettled."
"The Ministry of Magic is hopeless. I've never seen a battle plan as stupid as this! They discussed a surprise attack for the whole night and the whole morning. Do they think the enemy … "George commented. He suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead." Oh, my god. Fred, get ready! They're here. Look! "
At the farthest end of the courtyard, colorful figures appeared out of thin air one after another.
After a few minutes, they formed a group and began to snake through the garden toward the big tent.
Strange flowers and magical birds fluttered on the witches' hats. Precious gems sparkled on the many wizards' bow ties.
As the group approached the tent, the excited chatter grew louder and louder, drowning out the buzzing of the bees.
"That's great, I think I saw a few charming female cousins." George said, stretching his neck to see more clearly. "They need someone to help them understand British customs. I'll take care of them …"
"Don't be in such a hurry. Listen!" Fred said. He did not slow down at all. He rushed past the group of middle-aged witches in front of the group and said to two beautiful French girls in French, "Hey, please let me serve you."
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