Honestly, Victor found his trip to England rather surreal. It even made him wonder whether he had returned to the era when Grindelwald ruled Europe. But on reflection, even during the dark years of Grindelwald's rule over Europe, nothing like what was happening in the British wizarding world had occurred.
It could no longer be described merely as a disaster. Victor suspected that fellow called Voldemort was a complete madman.
He had actually ravaged his own homeland into such a state.
What exactly was he trying to do?
Build a lawless nation of Dark Wizards?
In any case, after following the wizard called Kingsley through several Muggle villages destroyed by Death Eaters and witnessing hordes of Inferi, Victor did not want to stay in this cursed place for another moment.
He wanted to go home.
Fortunately, Victor was not the only one who felt that way. The other, slightly older middle-aged Auror in their group, a steady and reliable man, was the first to suggest it.
"We've found the organization resisting The Dark Lord. Let's leave England as soon as possible. There's something sinister about this country. It gives me a very bad feeling."
"Leaving now is fine. Staying in this country might not be safe anyway, and the information we have should be enough." Victor immediately made the decision to withdraw from England.
Honestly, no ordinary dark wizard could do such things. Those people who had taken control of the Ministry of Magic and called themselves Death Eaters were simply a pack of lunatics.
After deciding to leave England, the three hurried to the coast of the Dover Strait, the point closest to France, intending to Apparate directly across the strait and return to the French mainland.
When they finally set foot on French soil, they all breathed a