"I've got a feeling we're being used as cannon fodder."
"You don't need a feeling to know that."
"Probably because the Auror force they assembled last time suffered devastating losses in England, and no one dared risk going there again. That's why they put up such a huge bounty to get us to handle this."
"Even if we all die in England, they just need to spend some time finding another batch of people. They might not even have to pay a single Knut."
"Come to think of it, that's perfectly normal. They're even allowing us to use Avada Kedavra first. Don't they just want to see us kill The Dark Lord? Otherwise, why would the International Confederation of Wizards offer so much money to lure us in?"
"If the plan fails, those dried corpses in the newspapers will probably be our fate."
After Conrad left the meeting room, the Bounty Hunters whispered among themselves about how to kill Voldemort.
The International Confederation of Wizards had not concealed any information about Voldemort, but the more they learned about him, the more difficult they felt he would be to deal with.
This money really would not be easy to earn.
"Forget it, I'm withdrawing." After hesitating again and again, an elderly bounty hunter suddenly stood and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned back to the others and said, "This isn't money we can earn. There's no point in losing our lives over it."
Though some feared Voldemort's power and chose to withdraw, even more still wanted to contend for the massive bounty. So many renowned Bounty Hunters had gathered here, and they had accurate intelligence support. They truly had no reason to give up.
At the end of the day, they were Bounty Hunters who made their living this