At least he could still get word back to the Minister as he wrote out his report in code with an invisible ink. If the Death Eaters had taken over, how was Scrimgeour still there? He brushed the thought aside, knowing it would only make his headache worse. He'd be glad to hear that Hogsmeade had been secured, now crawling with covert security. If any undesirable death eaters dared show their face, they would be hunted down like foxes after a rodent. No quarter to those bastard blood traitors.