"They talk to the muggle's Ministry," Beckett decided, waving one hand and wrinkling her nose as if even thinking about it had allowed a rank aura to come near her. "The muggle minister knows of our minister."
They knew, and therefore they could kill him.
Smiling lazily, Beckett lifted her wand and idly gave it a little flick. "We can make the muggles do whatever we like, you know."
Her family hadn't been one to pass up chances to learn of the Unforgivables.