Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1197: Date

"It looks like the game is over?"

"Yeah, it's wonderful, Harry did a good job." Albert said with a smile, "I haven't seen Gryffindor win such a hearty game for a long time."

"I remember you were good at Quidditch too."

"People's energy is limited, and there is always a choice." Albert brought the topic back again, "How is it used over there?"

"The approximate location you predicted has been found." Dumbledore retracted his gaze from the window, "However, they did not find the bodies of Cassandra Vabrsky and her family, or you should do another divination. Come down, lest we have to look around in the past?"

"Alright, I guess I've been turned into an infernal corpse or a stone." Albert took out the crystal ball and continued to foretell the whereabouts of the corpse.

"Do you think they don't want people to know about this." Dumbledore asked Albert, who was divination. "Or, they just deal with corpses at will."

"I hope it's the latter." Albert asked, looking up at Dumbledore. "You think he doesn't want people to know about it?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "Cassandra should have expected Voldemort to find her, or she would not have been hospitalized. Unfortunately, she still underestimated Voldemort."

"If I had left England in the first place, or had found a place to hide, I wouldn't have encountered such misfortune." Albert focused his full attention on the crystal ball in front of him, "So, I'm from Don't underestimate the mysterious person, let alone make fun of your own life."

"Voldemort is indeed not a good kind, but many people still have luck." Dumbledore actually understands the thoughts of ordinary people, and everyone just wants to live a good life.

"That's what normal people think. No one wants to be involved in this brutal war, but they have no choice, do they?" Abbott put away the prophecy ball and said, "Near a Muggle village. , the body was turned into a pile of stones and thrown away at will."

"It's time to go."

Dumbledore raised his arm and was Apparated directly after Albert reached for it.

As soon as Albert's eyes returned to normal, he felt a cold wind blowing on his face. He found himself standing outside the wilderness, surrounded by a few strange figures. He probably heard the sound of Apparition. The wizards raised their wands and pointed this way.

"Dumbledore!"

Kingsley looked at Dumbledore in amazement, and then his eyes fell on Albert, who was looking around, obviously very surprised by Albert's arrival.

"You look busy!"

Albert tapped his wand on his body, and instantly put on a thick cloak to protect himself from the cold wind outside.

"The Aurors in the department have other things to do, so many things that are not dangerous are now being handled by the crisis response team." Kingsley was also quite helpless, and the crisis response team has now become Doing errands for the Ministry of Magic, but the Aurors can't be freed from these chores, they have more dangerous things to deal with.

"Have you found it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not yet..."

"I guess you're in the wrong place. My divination is not here!" Albert looked at the village not far away, doubting that this group of people was waiting for them to come over before moving together. After all, it would be safer that way. .

"Follow me!"

Dumbledore strode forward like an enclave, leading the group to a nearby abandoned village.

After looking around, Albert waved his wand and conjured a pile of corpses out of thin air from the otherwise empty ground.

"Transfiguration," he explained to the crowd. "The Death Eaters turned the corpse into a pile of rocks and threw it here at will."

Albert waved his wand again, lining up these people in front of everyone, and looking for Cassandra among the corpses.

There is no doubt that the old man who lived for a century is dead.

"I don't understand why Voldemort killed them."

While the wizards helped dispose of the Cassandra family's corpse, Kingsley approached the two to discuss the matter, and the others around also perked up curiously to eavesdrop.

"The mysterious person probably wants to use divination to achieve some purpose." Albert looked sideways at Dumbledore, and suddenly asked an inexplicable question: "How likely do you think she is a fake?"

"Fake?" Kingsley was a little stunned. He didn't understand what Albert's words meant. Could the corpse be fake?

"You mean compound medicine?"

Dumbledore's response was quick, and he immediately understood what Albert was saying.

Mainly, Barty Crouch Jr's mother and Peter's mother used a compound potion to die in Azkaban prison in the appearance of their own sons.

Death after taking a compound potion will not return to its original form.

This is also the way Albert gave Scrimgeour to get rid of, and let a dark wizard be killed by You-Know-Who in his place.

As long as Scrimgeour dies and leaves the UK and doesn't appear again, basically no one will notice that something is wrong, and no one will find trouble with a dead person.

"It's possible, but it shouldn't be too big, and why would Voldemort do this?" Dumbledore looked at Albert and frowned slightly.

If You-Know-Who really did this, how much did You-Know-Who would have to hate Albert to set such a trap?

"It's always good to be careful."

Albert pulled a potion out of his pocket and handed it to Kingsley: "Try this, I'm not sure if the antidote will work on the dead."

Not surprisingly, the antidote had absolutely no effect on Cassandra's corpse, or rather Cassandra's corpse.

"Isn't it because Cassandra refused to help with the prophecy that Voldemort killed their entire family?" Kingsley was a little vague, feeling that this matter was not quite what he thought.

"Of course not, Cassandra must have made prophecies for the mysterious man." Albert reminded: "As long as you carefully count the time of Cassandra's disappearance, you will know, otherwise she would not have been lost recently. Die, I never thought the You-Know-Who would be good-natured enough...to tolerate someone going against his will."

"Why did the mysterious man kill his whole family?"

"Maybe, she lied, maybe You-Know-Who... who knows." Albert shook his head and said, "After all, You-Know is an elusive lunatic."

"What did you find?"

Albert saw Dumbledore bend over to pick something up from Cassandra's fingers.

"Some clues, most likely Cassandra's code words for you!" Dumbledore took out a few suspected hair strands and looked up and down in front of him.

"Can you translate?" Albert squinted at a hair in Dumbledore's hand that seemed to have some odd knots on it.

"The final result is a series of numbers: 1227, 624, 815." Dumbledore looked at Albert and asked, "What do you think these three numbers represent?"

"Date." Albert said without hesitation, "The three time points should be December 27th, June 24th, and August 15th."

"Date?"

Kingsley was even more puzzled, how on earth did Albert think of the date in the first place, and how he felt like a fool who didn't understand anything.

“Why did Cassandra keep these dates?”

"She probably wanted to imply that something bad might happen on these three dates." Dumbledore cast a glance at Albert, who thought that Albert probably knew something.

"No, I mean she seems pretty sure we'll find her body." Kingsley felt the whole thing getting more and more baffling.

"It should be said that she thinks I will confirm whether she is dead." Albert felt that he might be over-hearted. If these corpses were all fake, then the trap would be too big to kill him.

However, when Dumbledore said he found the clue, his suspicions had been reduced a lot, because June 24th should be Dumbledore's death date, and August 15th is likely to be Scrimgeour's death time, That December 27 should correspond to himself.

Of course, this was also woven by Voldemort, but it's unlikely.

After the bodies were handed over to the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with Albert.

"What did you find?" Dumbledore placed three white hairs on the table.

"In my prediction, you are likely to die in June." Albert took a sip of warm black tea ~IndoMTL.com~.

"You think June 24th is my date of death." Dumbledore was quick to accept this, not shy about his own death, and seemed to be considering whether to set the date for this time.

"August 15th is likely to be the time of Scrimgeour's death." Albert put down the teacup and continued to speculate: "Although I haven't predicted the specific time, the time of Scrimgeour's death should be around It's near here, and I suspect the timing may not be accurate, I should say it's just a forecast range."

"Do you have any plans for December 27th?" What does Dumbledore seem to realize?

"Hermione wants to send her family away, she wants me to be of some help." Albert said, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Cassandra probably foresaw this and told Mystery about it. people."

Dumbledore stared at the hair on the table for a while, then sighed softly, "I probably know what prophecies she made for Voldemort."

"It's not hard to guess, is it?" Albert said softly. He didn't actually blame Cassandra, the other party was dead anyway.

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked again.

“It depends on the situation, if there is danger, you must avoid it!” Albert said without hesitation, “As long as you avoid the prophecy, there is a high probability that it will fail. Umbridge successfully avoided it once because he did not go to the Forbidden Forest. Prophecy, otherwise, you will definitely receive warm hospitality from the centaurs."

"You can advance the time." Dumbledore took out a quill and scribbled something on the parchment. "There's no need to take the risk. If Miss Granger needs to take time off, I can Give her a few days off and let her go back to deal with family affairs early."

"You are very human."

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