Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1070: Ready

Albert neither hated nor liked Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. That's all.

The original timeline has been disrupted due to the appearance of Albert, the opener and traverser. God knows where it will develop next. Even if Albert himself has the ability to predict, he would not dare to He believed in those prophecies too much, and he preferred to plan ahead and leave more leeway for himself, so that he would not be caught off guard by unexpected situations.

If Sirius, Dumbledore, Amelia Burns, and Scrimgeour were not dead, would the wizarding world be turned upside down?

It's hard to say, maybe the world will be different!

Tom opened his mouth and yawned, lying lazily on the mat, with a small ball of Hermione knitted sweater in his arms, staring at the crystal ball on the mat, blinking curiously, just about to stretch As soon as the paw came out, he felt a hand gently caressing the back of his head, causing Tom to narrow his eyes comfortably.

"I noticed you like stargazing lately?"

Isobel walked into the room, wiping her long fiery red hair lightly with a towel. In fact, the use of magic can evaporate the water vapor on the hair in an instant, but Isobel still used to dry it with a towel.

Of course, there are times when Isobel likes to enjoy Albert's care and let him wipe his hair.

"I learned astrology from Firenze." Albert raised his hand as if to grasp the stars of the night sky, smiled and took the towel from Isobel to help her wipe her hair.

"Then what did you see?" Isobel asked with a smile.

"War!" Albert whispered softly.

"I remember you mentioned this a long time ago." Isobel also looked up at the stars in the night sky and turned to ask, "Is Firenze's divination class interesting?"

"It's very special. If you want to learn, I can teach you, although I only know a little bit about it." Albert's astrology has only been upgraded to the third level. It's not that he is stingy with experience and skill points, but astrology. Not as useful as expected.

Whether it is Level 2 or Level 3, what you see from this starry sky is the same, and that is war.

War is coming.

In that case, save some experience!

Perhaps because of his strength, his panel tasks are getting more and more difficult to complete, and the experience saved will only be used less and less. Good choice.

"Your ignorance is different from others' ignorance." Isobel teased with a smile.

"By the way, I have good news for you, our wedding has been decided." Albert said suddenly.

"Sometimes I always feel like it's all a dream." Isobel smiled sweetly, her hand stroked Albert's cheek and kissed it gently.

She prefers this kind of life, which is countless times better than the life Isobel originally planned for herself.

This feeling of happiness that is about to overflow is probably the life that countless girls yearn for!

"Me too," Albert whispered softly, "like a dream."

It's no wonder that countless novels like to open up their protagonists.

If this is a dream, please don't wake up.

"In mid-July, at a certain French estate, which is considered to be the property in the name of Bud." Albert took out a few letters and placed them in Isobel's hands, "Our Fowling The medicine has also been cooked, and everything is being completed step by step."

There is no doubt that Albert intends to drink Flux on his wedding day, to spend this wonderful time with Isobel, and to leave them with the best memories of their lives.

After reading the letter with the light of her wand, Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "I remember you predicted our wedding..."

She remembers that it wasn't a good wedding.

"If Rufus Scrimgeour becomes Minister of Magic, he should agree with my plan. If I can hold the hatred, I will move the time forward by a day." Albert is not worried that Scrimgeour will Refused, he had already planted a nail on the other side. If Scrimgeour didn't want to be finished, he would definitely have to find someone to discuss it, and he wouldn't have too many choices.

Albert is willing to help and get what he wants from him. As for whether Scrimgeour would eventually die, that was not his concern.

Yes, in Albert's mind, he still subconsciously believed that Scrimgeour would become a minister. Even if Amelia Burns could be reminded and protected by the Order of the Phoenix, the probability of surviving was still very low. big.

It has something to do with the character of Amelia Burns, and it has something to do with Voldemort's killing intent on the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The Burns family has a deep hatred for Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and if he were Voldemort, he would never allow a mortal enemy to be the Minister of Magic to trouble him.

"You can always find a solution to the problem." Isobel put away the letter, looked at the yawning Tom, and murmured softly.

"Alright!"

Albert put down the towel, took a deep breath, and sniffed the familiar scent. He raised his hand and shook it gently, evaporating the last trace of dampness from his hair.

"I will send them invitations, do you think they will be willing to come to this wedding?" Isobel turned to look at Albert and asked softly.

"Well, maybe, after all, they're good friends."

Albert doesn't really care about this, preferring to enjoy his time together.

At this moment, a gem on the bracelet that had been placed on the table suddenly lit up faintly, making it very conspicuous in the dark.

Tom noticed it too and stretched out his paw towards the bracelet, but Albert had already reached out and picked up the bracelet.

"What's wrong?"

Isobel also apparently realized something was wrong.

She remembers Albert saying that the bracelet was some kind of emergency contact.

"Mr. Principal would like to get in touch with me."

Albert looked at the lit gem and easily figured out the cause.

"Principal?" Isobel stood up from Albert.

Albert picked up the wand on the table, waved it gently, summoned a leather bag out of thin air, opened it and took out a metal book from it, he tapped the wand again, the metal book flipped over quickly, and finally selected the one A double-sided mirror with a picture of Dumbledore on its face.

"Good evening professor, everyone thought you were missing." Albert looked at the old man in the double-sided mirror and greeted him with a smile.

"Thanks to you for Hagrid," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Hagrid is my friend, and I'm just a reminder for him." Albert naturally wouldn't admit that he had turned the Aurors over, and changed the subject casually, "Professor, I miss you Certainly not just because of this!"

Albert didn't think Dumbledore would bother him with such a trivial matter, and the other party must have something to do with Voldemort.

"I may need your help," Dumbledore said softly.

"Help? Now?" Albert frowned slightly.

"If you're free now, I'd like to chat with you alone, just use a double-sided mirror. Having said that, this thing is very useful." Dumbledore said with a smile, without asking at all. Why is Burt outside the school, "You don't mind if I borrow some of your time."

"I'm going to prepare a supper for you, and you can talk slowly." Isobel immediately understood, picked up Tom and left the room

"What an enviable life," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I dare say a lot of people are jealous."

“If you want, you can actually retire early and enjoy life like the LeMays,” Albert said with a smile.

"Yeah, I actually think so too." Dumbledore sighed, he was very old, "but... don't leave the problems and troubles to others."

"They're not that bad." Albert said softly, "heroes and saviors shouldn't exist. Sad times only need them."

"I agree with you." Dumbledore nodded, "but sometimes people need them."

"No, people don't need these things, they need to save themselves more." Albert intends to end the topic, "What do you want me to do this time?"

Actually, helping Dumbledore with divination is not all bad, every time you participate, the progress of defeating and fighting Voldemort will slowly increase.

Dumbledore's expression was a bit complicated, and he knew that those words were Albert's attitude towards the whole thing. In fact, Dumbledore agrees with this point of view, but for an old man who has lived for a century, he no longer cares about these things, or he really cares about very few things, solve Voldemort's problem, and let England renew Restoring peace is what he most wants to accomplish now.

"I've collected some memories." Dumbledore brought the subject back.

"Awesome," Albert said softly.

"Awe?" said Dumbledore, smiling. "I don't think you'd be afraid of Voldemort."

"No, what I'm saying is that you have been collecting the memory of the mysterious man very early!" Albert sighed softly, "The mysterious man pays more attention to you than you pay him to him."

"You can always see through." Dumbledore didn't really care, and continued, "Know yourself and know your enemy. I think it makes sense that the person who knows you best must be your enemy."

"It is often the prepared people who can win the final victory." Albert felt that Voldemort's defeat was completely targeted.

"And then what?"

"I have collected many memories of him," Dumbledore continued. "I need to find what I need from these memories."

"You want me to help you sift through those useful memories?" Albert guessed the reason. As a fortune teller, Albert is indeed better at doing these things, especially since he gives the impression to others that apart from being a genius, It also includes good luck, strong intuition, and a master of prophecy, which is why Dumbledore finds himself.

"Come on, I've found something," Dumbledore whispered. "Voldemort seems to favor the relics of the four founders."

"How many suspicious items have you found."

"Hufflepuff's gold goblet, Slytherin's pendant, Slytherin's ring." Dumbledore recalled: "If you add the destroyed snake, Ravenclaw's crown and Riddle 's diary, and finally Voldemort himself, just enough to make up the number seven. And the seven Horcruxes are the speculation given by Albert, which is also related to the number seven, although there is no direct evidence."

"Looks like you'll be able to get them together soon." Albert said softly, "This is really pleasant news."

"It's hard to say,"

Dumbledore is not so optimistic. He knows very well that there is something called accidents in this world. He must make sure that everything is as safe as possible, otherwise, if he goes wrong, there will be a lot of trouble, which is why he turned to Albert.

"What do I need me to do, divine the whereabouts of the Horcrux?"

"Well, there's another matter," said Dumbledore. "Where's the key news I need in Slughorn."

"Key message?"

"It was Slughorn who told Voldemort how to make Horcruxes, and splitting souls is a risky business, especially multiple splits..."

"Number of Horcruxes?" Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Albert knew what he wanted to say, and reconfirmed the number of Horcruxes.

"Yes."

"He refused?"

"No, I think he will probably refuse."

"Yeah, I don't think he wants anyone to know about it~IndoMTL.com~ Albert asked with a quirky expression, "So, you want me to help you get this memory? "

Dumbledore nodded.

"I suggest you find Potter." Albert declined politely.

"I only found two suspicious places." Dumbledore said softly, "If it were you, where would you put your most precious thing?"

"The vault, Gringotts," said Albert, "if You-Know-Who has a vault in Gringotts."

"I don't think he has a vault." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Perhaps, he will give the Horcruxes to the other Death Eaters for safekeeping, just as he gave Malfoy the diary for safekeeping," Albert speculated.

"That's a good idea, Voldemort doesn't have a vault at Gringotts, I think he longs to have his own." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I hope to have a good chat another day. Good night and goodbye. ."

The double-sided mirror dimmed again. Albert put away the metal book and walked towards the stairs. Isobel was ready for supper.

Like fish balls, apparently freshly made and looking delicious.

"Finished?"

Isobel felt someone hug her waist and turned her head with a smile.

"Well, the principal wants to ask me for a divination. It looks better."

"I'm sure no one has ever thought of eating this way before, it tastes good." Isobel scooped up a bowl for Albert.

There is actually some fish paste, but it is not suitable to eat too much at night.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Albert asked with a smile.

"I'm losing weight and need to control my food intake."

"It doesn't matter, if you exercise a little at night, these things you eat will be consumed quickly." Albert scooped up a spoon, blew on it, and then handed the spoon to Isobel's mouth side.

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