"Immensely." Alastor glared at the grinning Potter then shook his head. "But no, I wasn't talking about the cave. I wasn't in the cave to see that. Potter ordered me to stay outside. I mean later, when he went to procure that new wand. Vaisey and I came around the back and Voldemort was already shielded in what looked like solidified shadows. My eye couldn't see through it and he didn't see us until he brought the shield down. At the time, I was more concerned with getting Vaisey's body back here. The shield was mentioned in the report of course, but I didn't think about it after that and the shop was destroyed by Fiendfire. Still, he was alone, the wandmaker was dead, and it was before any sort of combat was taking place. Could that be related to these horcruxes of yours? Or is that yet something else he likes to play around with when he kills someone?"
He snorted. "I find that surprising since you housed three of them here and sent one of those three to babysit me while I was still in the hospital," he huffed good-naturedly. "Potter's father, who I'm fairly certain is still checking up on when I clock in and out, would be the fourth."
No, MLE Patrol wasn't the same thing at all. And running it would put him even further from the field than being a Unit Head already did. Everything Alastor was came back to being an Auror. And he was a damned good one. His place was out there. Not in an office. It was little wonder his usual stoic demeanour cracked, revealing a horrified expression. He was simply at a loss for words.