The Ministry of Magic acted swiftly and decisively.
It launched widespread strikes against the Death Eaters who could be quickly contained.
After a single night, a total of 213 Death Eaters had been captured or killed.
Including those arrested at the Quidditch World Cup, the total exceeded 320.
This was undoubtedly the largest number of Death Eaters the Ministry of Magic had captured in more than a decade.
Even so, it was still far from perfect for the Ministry of Magic.
Because problems had still surfaced within the Ministry of Magic itself, and Cornelius Fudge had finally come to fully realize that.
His meticulous arrangements and operation had ultimately been leaked, allowing several important figures to escape.
"Well done."
"The Ministry of Magic has finally done something truly meaningful."
"I only hope this splendid operation killed every last Death Eater."
"It is such a regrettable piece of news. The Dark Lord actually returned."
"He should have died. Why is he still alive?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at the newspaper and kept muttering, her resentment palpable.
If they had not seen the news, no one would have believed that such a major incident had occurred at what was supposed to be an exhilarating Quidditch World Cup.
Of course, the reason Mrs. Weasley was only muttering here instead of flying into an impulsive rage was that all her children were safe.
"All right, dear. You should be thankful that I am free right now and can stay by your side."
"Otherwise, with how busy the Ministry of Magic is at the moment, I might not even have come home for dinner."
Arthur Weasley listened to his wife's complaints with a smile and comforted her.
"Father, you should thank Professor Katelyle. Otherwise, you would not be having such a pleasant holiday," Ron Weasley said