High Bounty: After the small number of Aurors sent to reinforce Britain were hunted down by Dark wizards and fled to France in disarray, news of Voldemort crushing the Auror squad supporting Britain spread through the nations of Europe at an astonishing speed, as if it had grown wings.
If Conrad had not later returned with some of the Aurors, the entire International Wizarding Federation would likely have exploded on the spot.
Still, the Meeting Room was not much better. The lawmakers, who had once looked so dignified, were now hurling insults and accusations at one another, nearly coming to blows.
The door was pushed open. Seeing the chaotic Meeting Room, Conrad's expression darkened considerably as he walked inside under countless stares.
"Quiet."
Babajide pounded the gavel in his hand several times before he finally suppressed the clamor in the Meeting Room.
"Very well, Mr. Conrad. Every gentleman present wishes to know exactly what happened."
Conrad swept his gaze across the lawmakers present, pursed his lips, and began recounting what had happened during their time in Britain.
In the end, he did not let Britain bear the full blame. After all, the resistance led by Kingsley had provided them with considerable help. The only issue was that none of them had expected Voldemort to locate their camp in such a short time and launch a nighttime raid on it.
As for how the camp had been exposed, Conrad still had no clue, but he did not pin the blame on Kingsley.
His final conclusion was this: it was not that they were incompetent, nor could the people still persisting in the resistance be blamed. It was simply that Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, had truly exceeded their expectations—more sinister even than Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord.
After hearing Conrad's account,