Chapter 1281 Embracing Death
Looking at the large magic barrier blocking him, Voldemort also realized what Scrimgeour wanted to do, and the murderous intention in his heart became even stronger.
Scrimgeour must die!
He raised his wand and fired a dazzling spell forward.
With a bang, the barrier that had been torn apart by Albert suddenly shattered like a mirror.
Voldemort walked towards the Weasley family's burrow under the awed eyes of the Death Eaters.
The breaking of the barrier immediately caused a great commotion, but Scrimgeour acted calmly. He just stood there, looking into the scarlet eyes in the darkness.
“This is your plan?”
Voldemort saw the Death Eaters and Dark Wizards lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on Scrimgeour, and his voice was so cold that it made people tremble all over.
“Kill all my people.”
“Isn’t it normal for people to be at the dead end of a war?”
Facing the murderous Voldemort, Scrimgeour showed no fear at all and instead took the initiative to greet him with the Aurors.
"However, you arrived just in time. I just planned to kill all these guys with fire."
By taking the initiative to draw away most of the hatred, Scrimgeour was also telling Voldemort that most of the dark wizards here were not dead yet, thus preventing Voldemort from going on a killing spree.
This guy in front of me can do such a thing.
"The blood of wizards is very precious, and every drop shed is a loss and waste." Voldemort had already raised his wand, ready to kill the guy in front of him.
"Really? But I don't think you ever took them seriously?" Scrimgeour also raised his wand and mocked without any worries: "They are just your servants, aren't they? Servants are such things. , for you, you can have as much as you want.”
"You don't think that those Aurors can save your life, do you?" Voldemort glanced at the dozens of Aurors behind Scrimgeour and sneered.
"I never think so. However, I agree with one thing, there is no need to fight hard, it is a meaningless sacrifice."
Scrimgeour raised his hand to stop the Aurors who were about to start a fight, and said to Voldemort in front of him, "So, let's duel, just the two of us alone to resolve all grievances. I know you have always wanted to kill me, and now I will give you a Kill me for a chance to take control of the Ministry."
“Minister, minister!”
The Aurors were all stunned by Scrimgeour's sudden decision.
They didn't understand why Scrimgeour wanted to die on his own initiative, but Scrimgeour raised his hand to stop him and signaled the Aurors around him to step back and give them enough space.
When Albert left without hesitation, and when Scrimgeour realized that he was blocked by the mysterious man, he knew that he had lost the bet and there was no chance of making a comeback again.
Although Scrimgeour regretted from the bottom of his heart that he had not left sooner, he knew there was no point in regretting now.
There is no regret medicine in this world.
I am willing to admit defeat!
“Very good, duel, come on, just the two of us.”
Voldemort agreed, leaving Scrimgeour with the last bit of dignity.
To be honest, he was very satisfied with Scrimgeour standing up to him instead of letting the Aurors fight to death for him. At least the two sides did not have to continue fighting to kill more people.
“Back up, make room.”
Scrimgeour told the Auror behind him that he was not afraid that Voldemort would suddenly attack him. If Voldemort wants to rule the Ministry of Magic, killing himself in a duel is obviously a better option at the moment.
The Death Eaters and Aurors retreated one after another, leaving a large enough stage for the two of them.
"Although I know this is ridiculous, I know that this day will come late. I have never been afraid of death. If I die, please spread my ashes on the black lake of Hogwarts."
Scrimgeour finished speaking and turned resolutely to face Voldemort.
“Have you finished explaining your funeral arrangements?”
Voldemort suddenly couldn't understand what Scrimgeour wanted to do.
“It’s done, come on.”
At almost the same moment, the two men raised their wands at the same time, pointed at each other and shouted the deadliest spell in history: "Avada Kedavra!"
Due to Scrimgeour, the two death spells did not collide, but flew towards both sides in a staggered manner.
The dark night was illuminated by the dazzling green light, and the spectators watching the duel were all stunned.
Shoot Avada Kedavra directly!
At this moment, everyone can feel Scrimgeour's determination to kill Voldemort, even at the cost of his own life.
However, Kingsley, who had understood Scrimgeour's intentions, was already reminding other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the guests to leave while Voldemort had no time to pay attention to them.
Perhaps, this is a duel destined to go down in history, but Scrimgeour's failure is already doomed.
If others don’t seize the opportunity to leave, they may face even more terrible disasters next.
Kingsley had not forgotten that Scrimgeour had just executed all the Death Eaters in one go. When Voldemort realized that all his right-hand men had been killed by Scrimgeour, God knows what terrible things would happen.
That’s why Scrimgeour took the initiative to embrace death and create opportunities for them.
As for the duel, if no one can stop Voldemort, they will definitely lose.
The outcome may be even more tragic.
After the green light disappears, both parties are still alive.
It's just that Scrimgeour looked a little embarrassed when dodging the killing curse.
Voldemort put away his contempt, and he also realized that the man in front of him was standing here to duel with him with the intention of dying with him.
But he is Voldemort.
Countless venomous snakes emerged from Voldemort's long sleeves, turning into a numbing tide of snakes and rushing towards Scrimgeour's direction.
As long as you are bitten by a venomous snake, you are probably dead.
Scrimgeour stood up and immediately threw several fireballs at the tide of snakes, causing a series of explosions in an attempt to wipe out the venomous snakes.
Many of the venomous snakes were indeed destroyed in the explosion, but there were still more venomous snakes that broke through the smoke and pounced on Scrimgeour.
To make matters worse, the smoke raised by the explosion was suddenly engulfed by an evil black flame. A flaming snake composed of devil's flame pressed directly towards Scrimgeour. The snakes that originally pounced on Scrimgeour were all engulfed in the flames. .
Facing the evil devil's flame, Scrimgeour swung with all his might and split the flame viper in half. However, the devil's flame did not disappear because of this. It just paused for a moment, split into two pieces, and rushed towards Scrimgeour again.
Amid the exclamations of the people, Scrimgeour chanted a spell quickly and almost exhausted all his strength to suppress the devil's flame.
But how could Voldemort give him a chance? A Cruciatus Curse penetrated the Devil's Flame and fell silently onto Scrimgeour's body, causing him to groan in pain and gradually lose control of the Devil's Flame.
But Scrimgeour did not fall down due to the Cruciatus Curse. Seeing that he was about to be engulfed by the devil's flames, he raised his wand again and chanted the last spell with all his strength:
Avada Kedavra!
The green light of death directly penetrated the devil's flame and flew directly towards Voldemort.
This sudden sneak attack almost killed Voldemort.
However, in the end, Voldemort still used Avada Kedavra to block, and the two spells were connected together, entering a new round of wrestling.
Looking at the green light that was gradually approaching, Scrimgeour also realized that he had no chance. He gave up resistance and allowed himself to be engulfed by the green light of death. The devil's flames that followed engulfed the corpses that were blown away by the spell. , turned into a blazing fire ball.
There was a shuddering silence. The remaining Aurors looked at the burning pillar of fire in horror. They all realized that Scrimgeour was dead!
He was killed by Voldemort, and his body was directly burned to ashes by the most evil demonic fire.
“Skrimgeour is dead.” Voldemort opened his arms and said, “You will not be my opponent. Give up your resistance and surrender to me. I don’t want to kill you, and I don’t want the wizard to bleed.”
“You win, but our allegiance will always be to the Minister of Magic.”
Gadwin Robards looked at his friend who was reduced to ashes, took the initiative to stand up, and bowed slightly towards Voldemort.
After saying that, he took off his hat, put the soil from the place where Scrimgeour fell just now into the hat, and led the Aurors towards the outside. They were going to fulfill Scrimgeour's last wish and put Scrimgeour away. His ashes were scattered in the Black Lake at Hogwarts.
Voldemort did not prevent the Aurors from leaving, because the other party's intention was already obvious. They were only loyal to the Minister of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic is now controlled by Voldemort.
After the Aurors left collectively, the remaining guests were all dumbfounded because they had to face the most evil Dark Lord in history alone.
(End of this chapter)