"It looks like things aren't going well over there."
Only after repeatedly confirming that Voldemort had left did Dumbledore turn to speak to Albert, paying no attention at all to the fact that Albert had just been hurling Avada Kedavra spells wildly at Voldemort.
"Not well. The Death Eaters' reinforcements arrived first, and there are more of them than expected. The Ministry of Magic's reinforcements still haven't arrived. Scrimgeour probably won't hold out much longer." Albert did not hide anything, nor was he surprised that Dumbledore had guessed why he was here.
They were both intelligent men. There was no need to beat around the bush; that would only be irritating.
After casting one last glance over the devastated battlefield, Dumbledore summoned Fawkes and had him take them both to the manor.
By the time they arrived, the wedding venue was already in ruins.
Even with Liquid Luck, the Aurors had suffered casualties in the brutal battle.
Liquid Luck could only draw out the Aurors' potential and enhance their abilities. It could not make them invincible.
Fortunately, they were battle-hardened Aurors with solid fundamentals and exceptional skill. Otherwise, there would have been far more deaths. Had they been ordinary Hogwarts students, they would probably have been wiped out before Albert returned.
At that moment, Scrimgeour was preparing to lead his people back into the manor and hold it until Albert's reinforcements arrived.
This was the escape route Albert had left for them. If the situation became uncontrollable, Albert had promised to help them clean up the mess. That was also one reason Scrimgeour had agreed so readily—Albert had practically thought of everything for them.
Before the Aurors could retreat into the manor and continue their defense, they noticed fireworks bursting overhead. The sparks scattered down like a shower of rain,