"I've got a feeling we're about to be used as cannon fodder."
"You don't need a feeling to know that."
"Probably because the Auror squad they assembled last time suffered devastating losses in Britain, and no one else dared risk going there. That's why they put up such a high bounty and hired us to deal with this."
"Even if we all unfortunately die in Britain, they only need to spend some time finding another batch of people. They might not even have to pay a single Knut."
"Come to think of it, it's only natural. They're letting us use the Avada Kedavra Curse first, aren't they? They want to see us kill Lord Voldemort. Otherwise, why would the International Wizarding Federation offer such a huge sum to lure us in?"
"If the plan fails, those dried corpses in the newspapers will probably be our fate."
After Conrad left the Meeting Room, the Bounty Hunters whispered among themselves, discussing how to kill Voldemort.
The International Wizarding Federation had withheld no information about Voldemort, but the more they learned about him, the more difficult they felt he would be to deal with.
This money really would not be easy to earn.
"Forget it, I'm withdrawing." After hesitating again and again, an elderly bounty hunter suddenly rose and headed out of the Meeting Room. Before leaving, he turned back and said to the others, "This isn't money we can earn. There's no point losing our lives over it."
Though some feared Voldemort's power and chose to withdraw, more still wanted to fight for the high bounty. So many renowned Bounty Hunters had gathered here, and they had been given accurate intelligence support. They truly had no reason to give up.
At the end of the day, they were Bounty Hunters who made