A few day later the election for a new minister took place. Rufus Scrimgeour won. He was an auror; There were streaks of grey in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows, he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp. There was an immediate impression of shrewdness and toughness; Hermione knew that he was fully light, and could never be turned.