Since Babajide had brought the matter up at the International Confederation of Wizards meeting, they could no longer keep brushing it aside as they had before. Otherwise, how could they justify the positions they occupied?
No, rather, if wizards across Europe—or even the entire world—learned of this, they would be cursed by countless people and forced out of office.
So, they needed to do something.
As for how to resolve the British wizarding world's problems, that was for the people present to decide.
To avoid giving others grounds for criticism, the International Confederation of Wizards assembled an investigative team at astonishing speed and secretly sent them into England to verify whether the matters Babajide had raised at the meeting were true.
This was a serious matter. Naturally, they could not simply take someone else's word for it.
Of course, sending people to investigate England also served to buy time.
The trip there and back, along with compiling the investigation report, would take who knew how long. And they still needed to find members of the resistance, which made things even more difficult.
Who knew how long that investigative team would take?
Yet the whole affair went far more smoothly than they had expected.
England was completely undefended. Several French Aurors disguised as Dark Wizards had managed to infiltrate it with ease.
Or rather, they had simply walked openly onto its soil.
The three first went to England's most famous Diagon Alley, hoping to glean what had happened in this land from the once-prosperous trading street.
"Oh, damn, this place is a real mess."
A younger wizard gazed at the dense rows of stalls in Diagon Alley and could not help commenting.
"The messier, the better. Though I wonder if we can make any money here."
Their leader, Victor Hugo, cleverly