"It looks like things aren't going well over there."
Only after confirming repeatedly that Voldemort had left did Dumbledore turn to speak to Albert, paying no attention at all to how Albert had been wildly flinging Avada Kedavra Curses at Voldemort just moments ago.
"Not well. The Death Eaters' reinforcements arrived first, and there are more of them than expected. The Ministry's reinforcements still haven't arrived, so Scrimgeour probably won't be able to hold out much longer." Albert did not hide anything. Nor was he surprised that Dumbledore had guessed why he was here.
They were both smart people. There was no need to beat around the bush; that would only be annoying.
After one last glance at the devastated battlefield, Dumbledore summoned Fawkes and had the Phoenix take them both to the manor.
By the time they arrived, the wedding venue was already a complete mess.
Even with Felix Felicis, the Aurors had suffered casualties in the brutal battle.
Felix Felicis could only bring out the Aurors' potential and improve their abilities. It could not make them invincible.
Fortunately, they were battle-hardened Aurors with solid fundamentals and exceptional skill. Otherwise, there would have been even more deaths. If they had been ordinary Hogwarts students, they likely would have been wiped out before Albert returned.
At that moment, Scrimgeour was preparing to lead his men back into the manor and hold out until Albert's reinforcements arrived.
This was the escape route Albert had left for them. Once the situation became uncontrollable, Albert had promised to clean up the mess for them. That was one of the reasons Scrimgeour had agreed so readily; Albert had practically thought of everything for them.
Before the Aurors could retreat into the manor and continue their defense, fireworks burst in the sky. The sparks scattered