Now that Babajide had brought the matter before the International Wizarding Federation conference, they could no longer brush it off as they usually did. Otherwise, how could they justify occupying their positions?
No, rather, if wizards across Europe—or even the whole world—learned of this, they would be cursed beyond count and thrown out of office.
So, they needed to do something.
As for how to solve the British magical world's problems, that was for the people present to decide.
To avoid giving others grounds for criticism, the International Wizarding Federation assembled an investigation team with astonishing speed and secretly sent it into Britain to verify whether the matters Babajide had raised at the conference were true.
The matter was too important for them to simply accept one side's account.
Of course, sending people to Britain was also a way of buying time.
Who knew how long the journey, investigation, and final report would take? And they still needed to find members of the resistance, which made things even harder.
Heaven knew how much time that investigation team would need.
Yet, the entire affair went far more smoothly than they had expected.
Britain was completely undefended, allowing several French Aurors disguised as Dark wizards to infiltrate with ease.
Or rather, to walk openly onto the land.
The three of them first went to Diagon Alley, Britain's most famous commercial street, hoping to glimpse what had happened to the country through the once-thriving marketplace.
"Oh, damn, this place is a mess."
A younger wizard looked at the dense rows of stalls in Diagon Alley and could not help complaining.
"The messier, the better. I just wonder whether we can make any money here."
Their leader, Victor Hugo, cleverly covered for his colleague's inappropriate remark.
They stopped by a stall selling contraband, picked