"How did it go?"
The moment Kingsley returned to Order of the Phoenix headquarters, he was met with a barrage of questions.
Everyone was concerned about the foreign Aurors. Even Fred and George, who had only just learned the news, had rushed over in hopes of getting firsthand information.
"It went terribly. They had originally planned to withdraw after daybreak, but The Dark Lord attacked before dawn. In the end, only about a quarter of the Aurors managed to escape into the shelter and survive." Kingsley could not help smiling bitterly. After this, he finally understood why Albert always urged them to race against every second.
Sometimes, it really came down to just a few minutes.
If they had left immediately, Voldemort would never have caught them.
"It's already not bad. At least they weren't wiped out. If it had been us, we probably wouldn't have fared much better." George rather admired those Aurors. In that situation, they had still managed to get quite a few people out.
"Those Aurors really were impressive. It's just a pity. I originally thought they'd help us take out a batch of Death Eaters, but I never expected The Dark Lord to take them out first." Fred pursed his lips, somewhat disappointed.
"Let's hope they learn their lesson from this."
They actually knew all too well just how despairing it was to be caught off guard by the enemy, especially when that enemy was Voldemort.
Albert was the best example. He always led them to defeat the Death Eaters because they had made preparations in advance and completely caught the enemy off guard.
Were the Death Eaters really that weak?
Not necessarily.
Even if there was a gap between the two sides, it was not as great as people imagined.
The Weasley twins both