"How did it go?"
The moment Kingsley returned to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, he was met with a barrage of questions.
Everyone was deeply concerned about the foreign Aurors. Even Fred and George, who had only just learned the news, had hurried over in an attempt to get firsthand information.
"It's very bad. They had originally planned to withdraw after daybreak, but Lord Voldemort attacked them on Dawn's Eve. In the end, only about a quarter of the Aurors who made it into the Shelter survived." Kingsley could not help but smile bitterly. After this, he finally understood why Albert always had them race against time.
Sometimes, it really came down to just a few minutes.
If they had left immediately, Lord Voldemort would never have caught them.
"They've done fairly well. At least they weren't completely wiped out. If it had been us, we probably wouldn't have fared much better." George rather admired those Aurors. Under those circumstances, they had still managed to get quite a few people out.
"Those Aurors really were impressive. It's just a pity. I'd originally thought they would help us take out a batch of Death Eaters, but Lord Voldemort got them first." Fred pursed his lips, slightly disappointed.
"Hopefully, they'll learn from this lesson."
They all knew perfectly well how desperate it was to be caught off guard by the enemy, especially when that enemy was Lord Voldemort.
Albert was the best example. The reason he could always lead them to defeat the Death Eaters was that they had prepared in advance and caught the enemy completely off balance.
Were the Death Eaters really that weak?
Not necessarily.
Even if there was a gap between the two sides, it was not as great as people imagined.
The Weasley Twins both understood