"Saint? Foreign Death Eater?"

Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but sneered and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Okay, then they...well, how many people did that 'saint' have in total - let's count the heyday, you can give a rough estimate, and then think about it carefully, do they dare to go to the UK to act recklessly? Azkaban

The guards kept complaining that there were not enough prisoners.”

"The heyday? I don't know the exact number, but I guess there were at least..."

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald not far away with a strange expression. After pondering for a few seconds, he slowly stretched out a finger.

"Ten? A dozen?"

"Well, there can't be a hundred people, right?"

Cornelius Fudge made a casual guess, shrugged his shoulders and pretended to analyze.

"If there are really one hundred, then based on the number of Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, we would have to recruit 30 people to be roughly equal to the number of 'foreign Death Eaters' who lived in the last century. Then

It’s indeed a lot of pressure——”

"No, Connelly..."

Dumbledore shook his head with a complicated expression and said softly.

"At least, I mean, conservatively estimate, there are at least as many people in the British wizarding community."

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Chapter completed!