Honestly, Victor found this trip to Britain utterly surreal. It even made him wonder whether he had returned to the era when Grindelwald ruled Europe. But on reflection, not even during the dark days of Grindelwald's rule over Europe had anything like what was happening in the British magical world occurred.
It could no longer be described merely as a disaster. Victor suspected that fellow called Lord Voldemort was a raving lunatic.
He had actually turned his own homeland into such a hellscape.
What exactly was he trying to do? Build a lawless nation of Dark wizards?
In any case, after following the wizard called Kingsley to visit several Muggle villages destroyed by Death Eaters and witnessing hordes of Inferi, Victor did not want to remain in this damned place for another moment.
He wanted to go home.
Fortunately, Victor was not the only one who felt that way. The other Auror traveling with them, an older, steady middle-aged man, was the first to suggest it.
"We've found the organization resisting Lord Voldemort. Let's leave Britain as soon as possible. There's something deeply wrong with this country. It gives me a very bad feeling."
"Leaving now is fine. It may not be safe to stay in this country anyway, and the information we have should be enough." Victor immediately made the decision to withdraw from Britain.
Honestly, no ordinary Dark wizard would do such things. Those lunatics calling themselves Death Eaters, who had seized control of the Ministry of Magic, were completely insane.
After deciding to leave Britain, the three hurried to the coast of the Strait of Dover, the point nearest France, intending to Apparate directly across the channel and return to mainland France.
When they finally set foot on French soil, all three breathed a sigh of relief.