"Do you think the International Confederation of Wizards' joint Auror force will come help us?"
After finishing the expulsion of the troublemaking students' families, Robards went straight to Abforth, who was making arrangements in the village and setting up defensive magic, hoping to get some good news from the elderly man.
Judging from the current situation, the advantage was not on their side.
As time passed, more and more Dark Wizards would gather near Hogwarts after receiving Voldemort's orders. Hogsmeade Village, located right beside the school, was an excellent temporary base for the Dark Wizards preparing to attack Hogwarts.
Robards had always suspected that Albert Anderson intended to use Hogsmeade Village as bait to draw a large number of Dark Wizards into the village and wipe them out, thereby easing the pressure on Hogwarts.
That man was perfectly capable of doing something like that.
Especially now that no wizards willing to resist Voldemort were arriving in Hogsmeade anymore, which was absolutely not a good sign.
Either they had been intercepted by Dark Wizards, or this was simply the state of the British wizarding world.
Whichever it was, it meant they had no other help.
"You mean the joint Auror force?"
Abforth was somewhat surprised that Robards had come looking for him over this matter.
"Is there a problem?"
Robards's bad feeling grew even stronger.
"Don't you know what you Aurors are like yourselves?"
The moment Abforth opened his mouth, Robards and the surrounding Aurors could barely take it.
What did he mean, "Don't you know what you're like yourselves?"
"The so-called joint Auror force was nothing but a pretext from beginning to end. They were only a pretext to buy us time." Ignoring the glares from Robards and the Aurors around him, Abforth calmly stated this cruel truth. "Didn't you