Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1177: The charm of Kanon

"...I did just attend the emergency meeting of the International Federation in France, and I would like to tell you good news by the way. The President of the International Federation, Babajid Agimbad, has promised to help organize and coordinate Sending Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries to the UK to help fight the evil forces and maintain order, we will not surrender to any evil forces..."

The Daily Prophet's headline news, Minister Scrimgeour is encouraging everyone to continue to fight, the current difficulties are only temporary, and support from various countries will soon arrive in the UK.

"Do you think it works?" Isobel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.

"It doesn't work. It's unrealistic to expect others to help, but in the end, we still have to give everyone some hope, so that they have the motivation to continue." Albert never expected that countries would send people to come to support, from the original plot It's not hard to see this, the so-called International Confederation of Wizards doesn't even see a shadow.

Perhaps, other countries did not plan to send people to support Britain at all, but chose to watch British jokes from the sidelines.

As for the legendary secrecy law, it can also be reduced to a joke when necessary.

"Aren't you afraid that everyone won't be able to wait for help, and your confidence will collapse in the end?" Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Even if he doesn't do that, he probably won't last long." Albert shook his head. "Also, Scrimgeour shouldn't lie. As a last resort, he reckons he can only let the Death Eaters make trouble and let the wizarding world go around. exposed to Muggles."

"It is very difficult to stop this kind of thing. It is easier to destroy than to build."

"So, this is just to dump the blame?"

"It can't be said that, isn't the meaning of the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards not playing its role at this time?"

"You're going to take off their panties!" Isobel said with a chuckle, "You seem to hate these so-called organizations."

Isobel is not hard to imagine how bad the British wizards' perception of this international organization will be if the support of the International Confederation of Wizards has been delayed.

This incident also affects the rest of Europe.

The International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards was reluctant to help in the fight against the famous second-generation Dark Lord in the UK. Can other countries be expected to lend a hand if something else happens?

"Yes!"

"I don't like it, that's a bunch of hypocrites."

"Of course, that was Scrimgeour's last choice. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't handle it. He just made the problem clear."

Albert no longer has any expectations about whether the future will follow the original plot of the novel. The gust of wind caused by the flapping of his wings has changed many things in the future.

That's why he's done so much, ready to completely contain Voldemort.

"Sure enough, you taught Scrimgeour to do that." Isobel wasn't too surprised.

"I'm just giving Scrimgeour some trivial advice." Albert gestured with his finger and thumb.

"The minister's senior advisor!" Isobel teased.

Albert gave Skrein a lot of ideas, especially the many radical policies of the Ministry of Magic, which are inextricably linked to him.

"It can only be regarded as a cooperative relationship, and everyone is mutually beneficial and win-win."

Albert glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stood up and said, "It's almost time, they should be almost there, I'll pick them up from outside first."

"Be safe."

"I will."

Albert picked up the wand on the table, kissed Isobel on the cheek, nodded slightly to Mrs. McDoug, who came with the sliced ​​apple, and walked outside.

Then, wait in the next room not far away.

After a while, the house-elf Dobby brought the two healers over.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daisy, Mrs. Mary." Albert nodded slightly to the two ladies as a greeting.

"This is..."

Both of them were a little surprised that the rich Albert actually lived here.

However, they soon realized they had guessed wrong.

"This is a Muggle apartment, please come with me!" Albert led the two to a nearby safe house.

Looking at the cumbersome way to enter, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary looked at each other, obviously surprised by Albert's strict protection of his family.

"It is protected by the Faithful Charm," Albert explained to them, "please wash your face here."

"Does this make any sense?" asked Mrs. Daisy curiously.

"The anti-thief waterfall similar to the fairy can wash away the spells on the body, including the Imperius Curse. Of course, the configuration of this potion is somewhat difficult, and the effect is relatively general." Albert explained.

"There is such a magical potion?" Mrs. Mary looked at Albert suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You invented it."

"If no one else invented it, I should have invented it." Albert led them into the living room, walked to Isobel, and introduced them to the two, "This is my wife, Ize. Bell."

"Hello." Isobel greeted the two therapists with a smile.

"It should be more than three months!"

Mrs. Daisy looked at Isobel's stomach and made an immediate judgment.

"It's been almost four months." Isobel nodded.

"Go to the specially prepared medical room!"

Mrs. McDougall stretched out her hand to help Isobel and motioned to Mrs. Daisy, and Mrs. Mary followed her to the infirmary that was converted from a study next door.

"The environment here is even better than in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries." Mrs. Mary muttered softly, looking at the neat and bright room.

The equipment in the room is quite complete, and you can basically find everything in the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Of course, the wizard's hospital has nothing special to prepare, and many healers rely on wands and potions to treat their patients.

Albert was sitting in an armchair by the wall, watching the two therapists give Isobel a full body check, and listening to the conversation of the four, Albert realized that wizards can't be as accurate as Muggles Predicting the time of birth of a child can only be reduced to a certain range through speculation.

Isobel is lucky, and no girl at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries has been in labor for the same time as her.

"Very healthy, you took good care of her," Mrs. Daisy said to Albert with a smile ~IndoMTL.com~ after Isobel's complete medical examination.

"Do I need to do a child's gender test?" Mrs. Mary asked the couple's opinion, "The child's gender test can be done in three or four months."

"No need for this, I already know the gender of the child."

"Already know?"

Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary were both stunned, apparently unable to understand how Albert knew.

"I'm a fortune teller, and knowing the gender of my child is not difficult for me," Albert explained to the pair.

"You must be a very good fortune-teller." Mrs. Mary complimented her, and handed Albert a precautionary note for pregnant women, and told them carefully, very serious and responsible.

After all, taking so many Galleons would make them uneasy if they didn't do anything, so both of them did their best.

No way, who asked Albert to give too much.

"It appears that the Galleons you paid for are valid."

Isobel said to Albert with a smile after Mrs. McDougall sent the two therapists away.

"It's normal. As long as you have enough money, they will work hard to take care of you." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said.

"You shouldn't intimidate them." Isobel pursed her lips and smiled happily.

"They know that they have the money, they have to do it right, and they have to pay for it if they screw up." Albert helped Isobel into the suitcase and told her to After sitting down on the sofa, he went outside to wait for Mrs. McDougall to come back, ready to go straight home.

At this moment, Albert found that his wrist actually reacted. It was an urgent message from the Weasley brothers. He took out the communication pen and opened it to check the information on it: Cedric has an accident.

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