Fudge's Complicated Feelings

After 'escorting' the Death Eaters all the way out of Britain, Anduin lingered near the border for a while, carefully observing the route they took.

The Death Eaters crossed the British-French border without much trouble. After all, in peacetime, border security wasn't as strict as one might imagine.

The Ministry of Magic had no idea where the fugitives were headed. They were still hoping to arrest them before they got away and recoup their losses, so the breakout was still being kept from the public, and the border had not yet been sealed.

According to the trackers Anduin had planted, the Death Eaters were now like stray dogs with nowhere to go. They hadn't even stayed in France for long, but had fled eastward without stopping.

"Hm, a large group of Death Eaters loose in Europe is bound to cause widespread panic. Looks like Silver Flash Amulets will be selling a few times better again..." Anduin stood by the sea, gazing into the distance, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

As Anduin had told Sirius, releasing the Death Eaters had been motivated by personal revenge from the very beginning—but, more than anything, it was a business opportunity.

First of all, Azkaban would surely be held responsible for such a major security lapse. That would give Anduin the chance to bring Silver Flash Merchant's services into the prison.

And since no one but Anduin knew the fugitives' whereabouts, their escape was certain to spark fear among the people of Britain and Europe.

Silver Flash Merchant's protective products and communication devices would surely see a surge in sales. People had enjoyed peace for too long, and wizards were far too conservative.

Many people still hadn't developed an immediate sense of danger. The proportion of protective products sold by Silver Flash Merchant