Rufus Scrimgeur's sudden move was unsettling, and no one knew exactly what he was going to do.

In fact, it would be more accurate to say that no one knows what to do now as Minister of Magic.

No matter who is transferred to Scrimgeour's position, I am afraid that in the face of such a bad situation, I am afraid that it will be at a loss.

In Aven's opinion, the Ministry of Magic and the existing order of the wizarding world can no longer be saved, not to mention Voldemort's powerful enough to crush it, and the Ministry of Magic is also corrupted by those greedy and corrupt officials and pure-blood wizards, and the Ministry of Magic will not be able to win without getting rid of them. Come to think of it, even a guy like Dolores Umbridge who has done so many ridiculous things at Hogwarts can still be a senior deputy minister, what hope is there for this Ministry of Magic?

Scrimgeur's desire to turn the tide by himself is simply unrealistic.

Not to mention, it is unknown how many supporters he still has now, and those he considers loyal are most likely already controlled by magic.

Evan tossed and turned in bed for a long time, thinking that the only way to save the Ministry of Magic was probably to seek a new life in destruction.

It's just that Scrimgeour probably doesn't have much of a chance......

The next day, Bill and Fleur's wedding took place as usual.

Mr. Weasley did not go to the ministry because he was in charge of the wedding, and Sirius and Lupin left overnight.

At about five o'clock, Sirius came with the latest news, there was a big disagreement within the Ministry of Magic about Scrimgeur's ideas, so there was no action, they discussed the possibility of attacking Malfoy Manor and Voldemort overnight.

However, Sirius and the others had to keep a close eye on the situation at the Ministry of Magic, and if there were no problems, they would come to the wedding in the afternoon.

So judging from the current situation, there is nothing to worry about in this matter, and it is another farce.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in a much better mood after receiving Sirius's letter, but soon another letter arrived by an owl.

She hid in the kitchen alone to read it, and Evan noticed that her eyes were red when she came out of the kitchen again, apparently crying.

No one said anything, and everyone knew that the letter was sent by Percy.

Since graduating, Percy's relationship with everyone has become worse and worse, almost irretrievable.

After breakfast, Aven, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were arranged to stand outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the wedding guests. Evan and Harry drank large doses of the Polyjuice Potion, and the two of them were now in the form of two red-haired Muggle boys from the local village of Ottery St. Cachpole, who Fred had stolen a few hairs from them with a flying charm.

They plan to introduce the guests to Evan and Harry as cousins Bhamor and Barney, and the Weasleys have a lot of authority anyway, so they hope to cover him up.

Around nine o'clock, the invited guests arrived.

They are all relatives of the Weasley family, there are many of them, and a wizarding family that has been passed down for thousands of years will always have many relatives, far or near. Like a large tree, the exposed part of the ground may be small, but the roots underneath are intricate, as was the case with the Weasleys, but also with the other pure-blood wizarding families.

At some point, these relationships can work amazingly.

If you think that pure-blood wizard families are just a bunch of shabby wizards living in shabby old houses that have been inherited for generations, you are very wrong.

All five people have a seating chart in their hands, which can help guide the guests to sit in the right seats.

About half-past nine came a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden shirts, all sitting under a tree not far away, smoking pipes, and could see a cloud of cyan smoke rising from there.

At the entrance to the large tent is a long purple carpet with rows of delicate golden chairs on either side.

White and gold flowers were entwined around the pillars, and Fred and George tied a large string of golden balloons over the site of Bill and Fleur's upcoming wedding ceremony. Outside, bees and butterflies flutter lazily over the grass and hedgerows.

"What do you think, Aven?" Harry asked Aven, feeling uncomfortable.

The Muggle boy he was impersonating was slightly fatter than him, and he felt his tuxedo robe hot and tight under the hot summer sun.

"It's hot, I'm going to faint!" Evan said, feeling hot too, but luckily the Muggle boy he was posing as wasn't too fat, "How long are we going to stand here?"

"It may be more than an hour until all the guests have arrived. This is only for the guests who come in the morning, and there will be more people in the afternoon, so we will be here to greet them. Fred tugged at the collar of his robe and said, "It's terrible that I'm not going to get into such nasty fame when I get married." You can wear whatever you like, and I'm going to give Mom a whole-body bondage spell until it's done. ”

"Still, she's doing well this morning!" said George, "and you've all seen that you've cried for Percy not to come, but who doesn't want him to come?"

"It's better if he's not coming!" Fred continued, "By the way, where did Sirius go? Lupin was here last night?"

"There's something wrong with the Ministry of Magic. Evan said, "Scrimgeour has gathered all the Aurors and wants to fight Voldemort!"

"What?!"

"Don't get excited, he has this idea, but no one supports it, there are big divisions within the Ministry of Magic, they are still discussing, and the biggest possibility is that this matter will not be resolved. ”

"The Ministry of Magic is dead, I've never seen a stupider battle plan than this!A surprise attack has been discussed all night and a morning, do they think the enemy is ......" George commented, suddenly pausing and staring straight ahead, "Oh my God, Fred, get ready! They're coming, look!"

At the farthest end of the courtyard, one brightly colored figure after another appeared out of thin air.

A few minutes later, a procession was formed and began to wind its way through the garden towards the marquee.

Bizarre flowers and enchanted birds flutter on the hats of witches, and precious gems sparkle on the bow ties of many wizards.

The group got closer and closer to the tent, and the excited, chattering voices grew louder and louder, drowning out the buzzing of the bees.

"Great, I think I've seen a couple of cousins. George said, craned his neck to see better, "They need someone to help them understand British customs, and I'm going to take care of them......

"Don't be in such a hurry, listen!" said Fred, not slowing down at all, as he rushed past the group of middle-aged witches at the front of the group and said in French to the two beautiful French girls, "Hey, allow me to serve you." ”

The Frenchwoman giggled and told him to accompany them inside, leaving George to deal with the middle-aged witches, where he shouted loudly and discontentedly......