The International Confederation of Wizards' hefty bounty on Voldemort had indeed brought no small amount of trouble to England. But the massive reward had also served its intended purpose. It had drawn not only Dark Wizards, but professional Bounty Hunters from various countries who made their living hunting Dark Wizards.
As long as bounty notices had a reason to exist, there would naturally be wizards who made a living from them.
What was more, this was a high-value bounty endorsed by the International Confederation of Wizards. After Albert's clever maneuvering, the reward had tripled. Countless Bounty Hunters were practically drooling over it.
The Dark Lord was currently only well-known in Europe—or rather, in England—so Bounty Hunters eager to take his head in exchange for the reward came swarming in.
The first group of Bounty Hunters to obtain intelligence from the International Confederation of Wizards and strike at Voldemort had met particularly gruesome ends.
Voldemort had been exceptionally enraged by the damned attack, especially after learning from one bounty hunter's memories that some bastard had been providing the group with his exact location.
How, exactly, had his location been exposed? Could that Mudblood really accurately divine his whereabouts?
Or was there a traitor among the Death Eaters?
It was not impossible, but most Death Eaters did not know where he went.
Voldemort had not failed to suspect his right-hand men, but the possibility was extremely low. He simply could not find a reason why they would do such a thing.
After all, Yaxley and Snape had already gained enormous benefits by joining him. There was no way they would easily give up what they had and betray him.
It was not strange for Voldemort to think that way, but if he knew both his right-hand men were traitors, who knew whether