Chapter 1072 Be Prepared
Albert neither dislikes nor likes Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. To him, he is just a stranger who may come in handy next time, nothing more. .
Due to the appearance of Albert, a cheater and time traveler, the original timeline of this world has been disrupted. God knows where it will develop next. Even if Albert himself has the ability to predict, he does not dare to believe too much in those things. Foretelling, he prefers to plan ahead and leave more room for himself so that he will not be caught off guard by emergencies.
If Sirius hadn’t died, Dumbledore hadn’t died, Amelia Bones, and Scrimgeour hadn’t died, would the entire magical world have been turned upside down?
It’s hard to say, maybe the world will become different!
Tom opened his mouth and yawned, lying lazily on the mat. In his arms was a small ball of thread used by Hermione to knit a sweater. He stared at the crystal ball on the mat, blinked curiously, and was about to stretch out his paw. Then he felt a hand put on the back of its head and caressed it gently, making Tom squint his eyes comfortably.
“I noticed that you like stargazing recently?”
Isobel walked into the room and was gently wiping her fiery red hair with a towel. In fact, using magic can evaporate the water vapor on the hair in an instant, but Isobel is still used to drying it with a towel.
Of course, sometimes Isobel also likes to enjoy Albert's care and let him wipe her hair.
“I learned astrology from Firenze.” Albert raised his hand as if to catch the stars in the night sky, smiled and took the towel from Isobel’s hand to 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, turned around and asked, “Is Firenze’s divination class interesting?”
"It's very special. If you want to learn, I can teach you, although I actually only know a little bit about it." Albert's astrology has only reached level three. This is not because he is stingy with experience and skill points, but because astrology is not what he expected. Easy to use.
Whether it is Level 2 or Level 3, what you see under this starry sky is the same, and that is war.
War is coming.
In this case, it’s better to save some experience!
Perhaps because of his strength, his panel tasks are becoming more and more difficult to complete, and the accumulated experience will only become less and less as he is used. There will definitely be times when he needs to use experience in the future, so leaving some experience to prepare is the best choice. .
"Your half-knowledge is different from other people's half-knowledge." Isobel teased with a smile.
"By the way, I have some good news for you. Our wedding has been decided." Albert said suddenly.
“Sometimes I always feel that all this is like a dream.” Isobel smiled sweetly, her hand touched 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 long for!
"Me too." Albert whispered softly, "It's like a dream."
It’s no wonder that countless novels like to tease the protagonist.
If this is a dream, please don’t wake up.
"In mid-July, the location was in a certain manor in France. It was regarded as property in Bud's name." Albert took out a few letters and put them in Isobel's hand. "Our elixir also boiled. It’s done and everything is being completed step by step.”
There is no doubt that Albert plans to drink the elixir on his wedding day to spend this wonderful time with Isobel and leave them with the best memories in their lives.
After Isobel read the contents of the letter with the light of the wand, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "I remember you predicted our wedding..."
She remembered that it was not a beautiful wedding.
"If Rufus Scrimgeour becomes the Minister of Magic, he should agree to my plan. If it can really attract hatred, I will advance the time by one day." Albert was not worried that Scrimgeour would refuse. The nail has been planted for the other party. If Scrimgeour doesn't want to die, he will definitely have to find someone to discuss it, and he won't have many choices.
Albert is willing to help others and get what he wants from them. As for whether Scrimgeour would die in the end, that was not his concern.
Yes, in Albert's heart, he still subconsciously believed that Scrimgeour would become the minister. Even if Amelia Bones could be reminded and protected by the Order of the Phoenix, the probability of surviving successfully was still low.
This has something to do with the character of Amelia Bones, and also with Voldemort’s murderous intention towards the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
The Bones family has a deep hatred for Voldemort and the Death Eaters. If he were Voldemort, he would never allow a mortal enemy to become the Minister of Magic to cause trouble for 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 smelled the familiar fragrance. He raised his hand and shook it gently to evaporate the last trace of moisture from his hair.
“I will send them an invitation letter. Do you think they will be willing to come to the wedding?” Isobel turned to look at Albert and asked softly.
“Well, maybe, we are good friends after all.”
Albert didn’t really care about this issue, he preferred to enjoy the time the two of them spent together.
At this moment, a gemstone on the bracelet that had been placed on the table suddenly lit up with a faint fluorescence, which was very conspicuous in the dark.
Tom also noticed it and stretched out his paw towards the bracelet, but Albert had already reached out and picked up the bracelet in advance.
"What's wrong?"
Isobel obviously realized that something was wrong.
She remembered Albert once saying that the bracelet was some kind of emergency communication tool.
“Mr. Principal, you would like to contact me.”
Albert looked at the lit gem and easily judged the reason.
“Principal?” Isobel stood up from Albert.
Albert picked up the wand on the table and waved it gently, summoning a leather bag out of thin air. After opening it, he took out a metal book from it. He touched it lightly with the wand again. The metal book flipped quickly, and finally selected the one with the sticker on it. A two-way mirror of Dumbledore's photo.
"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.
“Hagrid’s matter is all thanks to you.” Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Hagrid is my friend, and I'm just giving him a heads up." Naturally, Albert would not admit that he had let down all the Aurors, and casually changed the topic, "Professor, I think you must be more than just Because of this!"
“I may need your help.” Dumbledore said gently.
“Help? Now?” Albert raised his eyebrows slightly.
"If you are free now, I hope to chat with you alone. Just use the double-sided mirror. Having said that, this thing is very useful." Dumbledore said with a smile, without asking Albert why. Will be outside the school, "Do you mind if I borrow a little time from you?"
“I’ll prepare a supper for you, and you can chat slowly.” Isobel understood immediately, picked up Tom and left the room.
"It's an enviable life," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I dare say many 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 want to." Dumbledore sighed with emotion. He was already very old, "But...it's better not to leave the problems and troubles to others."
"They are not that bad." Albert said softly, "Things like heroes and saviors should not exist. They are only needed in sad times."
"I quite agree with what you said." Dumbledore nodded, "But sometimes people need them."
"No, people don't need these things, they need to save themselves." Albert was about to end the topic, "What do you want me to divine this time?"
In fact, helping Dumbledore with divination is not entirely a bad thing. Every time you participate, the progress in defeating Voldemort will slowly increase.
Dumbledore's expression was a little complicated. 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 in other words, he really cares about very few things. Solving the problem of Voldemort and making Britain regain its independence Restoring peace is what he wants to accomplish most now.
"I have collected some memories." Dumbledore brought the topic back.
“It’s awesome,” Albert said softly.
"Awe?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "I don't think you are afraid of Voldemort."
“No, what I’m talking about is that you have actually been collecting the mysterious man’s memories for a long time!” Albert sighed softly, “The mysterious man’s regard for you is far less than your regard for him.”
"You can always see through it easily." Dumbledore actually didn't care and continued, "Know yourself and your enemy. I think your statement that the person who knows you best must be your enemy makes sense."
“Those who can achieve the ultimate victory are often those who are well prepared.” Albert felt that Voldemort’s failure was completely targeted.
"Then what?"
"I have collected a lot of memories related to him." Dumbledore continued, "I need to find what I need from these memories."
"You want me to help you filter those useful memories?" Albert guessed the reason. As a fortune teller, Albert is indeed better at doing these things, especially since he gives other people the impression that in addition to being a genius, he is also a good person. Luck, strong intuition, and being a master of prophecy were the reasons why Dumbledore found him.
"So, I discovered something." Dumbledore said softly, "Voldemort seems to prefer the relics of the four founders."
“How many suspicious items did you find?”
"Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's pendant, Slytherin's ring." Dumbledore recalled: "If you add the destroyed snake, Ravenclaw's diadem and Riddle's diary , and in the end, according to Voldemort himself, it just makes up the number seven. The seven Horcruxes are the speculation given by Albert, which is also related to the number seven, although there is no direct evidence."
"It seems that you can get them together soon." Albert said softly: "This is really pleasant news."
"Hard to say,"
Dumbledore is not that optimistic. He knows very well that there is something called accident in this world, and it must be as foolproof as possible, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble if something goes wrong. This is why he came to Albert.
“What do I need from me, to divine the whereabouts of the Horcruxes?”
"Well, there is another thing." Dumbledore said, "Where is Slughorn with the key information I need."
“Key message?”
“It was Slughorn who told Voldemort how to make Horcruxes in the first place, and splitting the soul is a very risky thing, especially multiple splits...”
"The number of Horcruxes?" Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Albert knew what he wanted to say and confirmed the number of Horcruxes again.
"right."
“He refused?”
“No, I think he would probably refuse.”
"That's right, I think he definitely doesn't want others to know about it." Albert asked with a strange 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 the most precious thing?"
"The vault, Gringotts." Albert said, "If the mysterious man has a vault in Gringotts."
"I don't think he has a treasury." Dumbledore shook his head.
"Perhaps, he will give the Horcrux to other Death Eaters for safekeeping, just like he gave the diary to Malfoy for safekeeping." Albert speculated.
"This is a good idea. Voldemort does not have a vault in Gringotts. I think he is eager to have his own vault." Dumbledore said with a smile: "I hope we can have a good chat some other time. Good night and goodbye."
The double-sided mirror dimmed again. Albert put away the metal book and walked towards the stairs. Isobel had already prepared a supper.
It is very similar to fish balls, obviously freshly made, and looks very delicious.
“Are you done talking?”
Isobel felt someone hug her waist and turned her head with a smile.
“Well, the principal wants to ask me for divination. It looks good.”
“I dare say no one has thought of eating it like this before. It tastes very good.” Isobel scooped 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 am losing weight and need to control my food intake.”
"It doesn't matter. If you exercise a little at night, the food you eat will be consumed soon." Albert scooped up a spoon, blew on it, and then handed the spoon to Isobel's mouth.
(End of this chapter)