Rosier stepped forward onto the battlefield, holding the pendant of the Deathly Hallows high above his head. The wizards of the Pureblood Party couldn't help but show a trace of nostalgia in their eyes as they gazed at the pendant in his hand.
Some, like Carrow, immediately rushed to Rosier's side, bowing deeply to the pendant in a gesture of reverence.
Rising to his feet with fervent devotion, Carrow turned to Rosier and asked, "Rosier, where is the Master? Has the Master finally decided to leave Nurmengard?"
Rosier shook his head slowly. Carrow's face fell in disappointment, but Rosier continued: "This pendant was retrieved by the Young Master from the Grindelwald family vault. I am here today to deliver the Young Master's new orders."
At these words, Carrow straightened up and declared with zealous conviction: "The will of the Grindelwald family is my mission!"
Rosier nodded approvingly and then cast his gaze toward Cornelius Fudge, who stood at the center of the Aurors' protective circle. The moment Fudge realized the mysterious woman was looking at him, he instinctively edged closer to Rufus Scrimgeour.
Just then, a figure suddenly broke away from the British Ministry of Magic's ranks, charging toward Rosier.
The unexpected action prompted the wizards of the Pureblood Party to reflexively raise their wands, while Carrow leapt in front of Rosier, pointing his wand at the intruder.
"How dare you charge at this pendant! Do you know what it represents? This is the mark of Grindelwald! It is the pride of the Pureblood Party!" Carrow snarled.
The wizards of the British Ministry of Magic and the Aurors responded in kind, raising their own wands. A loud voice from the back shouted, "What are you doing? Get back here, Amos!"
The wizard, identified as Amos, stopped a few meters from Rosier and pleaded desperately, "Please don't harm the child! Whatever you intend to do, he's just a child—he's innocent!"
Cedric, seeing his father in such a state, felt his heart ache. His eyes reddened, and he struggled to hold back tears.
Rosier, however, ignored Amos Diggory entirely. Her gaze remained fixed on Fudge and Scrimgeour as she spoke: "I am Rosier of the Pureblood Party. Our new leader, the heir of the Grindelwald family, has sent me to deliver a message to Minister Fudge."
Fudge hesitated, reluctant to engage, but under the intense scrutiny of everyone present, he had no choice but to respond. "What do you want to say? Speak from where you stand!"
Rosier smirked disdainfully at Fudge's cowardice, took a step forward, and replied: "Our Young Master instructed me to deliver a message to you alone, Minister Fudge. Other wizards are not privy to this information. Come closer, and we can talk."
The Pureblood Party wizards stepped back, clearing a path for Rosier. Fudge, however, stood firm and shouted, "You think I'll fall for that? You want to lure me over and take me hostage to threaten the Ministry? I'm not that foolish!"
Rosier laughed lightly, unfazed by Fudge's accusation. She handed her wand to Abernathy, who had followed her, and strolled casually toward the Aurors. Her unarmed, unguarded approach left the Aurors in stunned silence; none moved to stop her.
Reaching Fudge, Rosier finally spoke: "You refuse to come to me, so I've come to you. Now, can we talk?"
Fudge, bewildered, nodded hesitantly. Rosier gestured for the Aurors to step back, but Fudge insisted: "The other Aurors can withdraw, but Rufus Scrimgeour stays by my side."
Rosier frowned in mild annoyance but complied. "I'm curious," she remarked. "How exactly did someone like you become Minister for Magic?"
Fudge flushed red with anger and snapped, "That's none of your concern! What do you want to discuss? Have you finally realized the futility of your cause and decided to negotiate?"
Rosier sneered. "If you think this is a negotiation, then so be it."
Fudge's expression brightened momentarily, but Rosier quickly continued: "I'm here to deliver a message from our Young Master: Fudge, do you still want to remain Minister for Magic?"
Fudge froze, then angrily pointed at Rosier. "This isn't negotiation—it's a threat!"
Rosier shrugged indifferently. "I never claimed it was a negotiation."
Fudge, now visibly enraged, retorted, "You Pureblood fanatics are delusional! The British Ministry of Magic won't bow to your whims! If you want to challenge us, bring it on!"
His uncharacteristically defiant words drew a glance of surprise from Scrimgeour. Even so, Rosier laughed heartily. When her laughter subsided, she fixed her gaze on Fudge, who began to feel increasingly uneasy under her scrutiny.
"Storm the British Ministry of Magic?" Rosier mused. "That's unnecessary. Removing you from office would be far easier."
Her eyes scanned the gathered Aurors and Ministry officials before she continued, her voice calm yet chilling: "If a hundred or so wizards die here today, your tenure as Minister will end."
Fudge felt a cold dread creep over him. The very scenario he had feared most had been laid bare so effortlessly.
Feigning composure, Fudge replied, "If you go that far, your Pureblood Party will be decimated as well. You'll suffer losses you can't afford."
Rosier nodded in acknowledgment but added, "You're right. But we can afford to die. Can you? Or should I say, do you dare to gamble, Minister? There are plenty of wizards eager to claim your position."
Leaning closer, her tone turned sharper: "Our Pureblood Party doesn't exist solely in Britain. To our Young Master, even if every member here falls, it won't matter. We're willing to fight to the death for Grindelwald. Are you prepared to do the same for the British Ministry of Magic?"
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