"...I did indeed just attend the International Wizarding Federation's emergency meeting in France. While I'm here, let me share some good news with everyone. President Babajide Akingbade of the International Wizarding Federation has promised to help organize and coordinate the dispatch of Ministry Aurors from various countries to Britain to combat evil forces and maintain order. We will not yield to any evil force..."
On the front page of the Daily Prophet, Minister Scrimgeour was encouraging everyone to keep fighting. The current hardships were only temporary, and aid from various countries would soon arrive in Britain.
"Do you think it'll work?" Isobel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.
"It won't. Relying on others for help isn't realistic, but they still need to be given some hope, something to keep them going." Albert had never expected other countries to send anyone to help. It was easy enough to see from the original story—the so-called International Wizarding Federation had not shown even the slightest sign of itself.
Perhaps the other countries had never intended to send aid to Britain at all, choosing instead to stand by coldly and watch Britain make a fool of itself.
As for the fabled Statute of Secrecy, when necessary, it could become a joke as well.
"Aren't you afraid they won't live to see the aid arrive, and their faith will ultimately collapse?" Isobel raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Even without doing that, they probably wouldn't last much longer." Albert shook his head. "Besides, Scrimgeour probably wasn't lying. If it really comes down to it, he'll likely have no choice but to let the Death Eaters wreak havoc everywhere and expose the wizarding world to Muggles."
"Trying to contain something like that is difficult in itself. Destruction is easier than construction."
"So this speech is meant to