Chapter 475 The concerns of the Wild Smiths
At night, as the sky gradually darkened, Albert folded the Marauder's Map and put it in his pocket, and left the Room of Requirement amidst the whistles of Fred, George and Lee Jordan.
The three of them seemed to have some strange misunderstanding about Albert's statement that he had an appointment with someone else.
Albert didn't bother to explain to them. Let's just misunderstand it. Anyway, it's not like he and Isobel haven't dated each other before.
When he walked through the secret passage to the third floor, Albert took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the hands on it. There were still a few minutes until seven o'clock in the evening.
This was enough time for him to walk to Professor McGonagall's office door.
When the hand just passed seven o'clock, Albert put his pocket watch into his pocket and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door of the office.
After a moment, footsteps were heard from inside the door.
Professor McGonagall opened the door, looked at Albert standing outside the door and said, "Very punctual."
“I’d like to borrow it…”
Before Albert could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.
“Bard has already written to me and told me about this.” Professor McGonagall took two steps back, moved away from the door, and motioned for Albert to come into the room to talk.
“You should know how to use floo powder, right?”
"will use."
"That's good." Professor McGonagall handed the box containing Floo powder to Albert, and suddenly reminded him: "You must come back before the curfew."
"Got it." Albert took a handful from the box and sprinkled the Floo powder towards the fireplace.
With a roar, the fire in the fireplace rolled up into green flames, rising higher than the two of them.
Albert walked straight into the fire and shouted "192 Diagon Alley". His whole body was sucked in by the flames. His body seemed to be spinning rapidly in a washing machine, and a whistling sound passed by his ears.
I don’t know how long it took, but Albert felt like he fell onto the cold stone ground.
“Sir, are you okay?”
A sharp voice sounded in Albert's ears, it was the house elf.
“Well, I’m fine.”
“Please hold my hand and I will take you to the banquet location.”
As soon as Albert got up from the ground, the house elf reached out and grabbed his wrist, apparating and disappearing with him.
When Albert finally came to his senses, he found himself standing in a brightly lit hall.
The house elf next to him pushed him to sit on a chair.
"Good evening." Professor Broad greeted Albert with a smile, "It seems that you are not used to this way of traveling."
"Yeah, I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert suppressed the churning feeling of nausea and nodded slightly towards the people present. He discovered that Sera Harrichs was actually here.
"I think you'll get used to it," Tiberus Ogden said gently.
“Are you surprised why I’m here?” Sierra Harris winked at Albert and said with a smile.
“I can probably guess why.” Albert said.
"I hope you won't get tired of spending Easter with us old men." Gerber Smith also showed a kind smile towards Albert, "After all, we don't have much time to get together. As a family, we are still It takes time to cultivate everyone’s feelings.”
The house elves quickly brought the food. This time it was still mainly French and Italian delicacies, but they were all foods that were easier to digest.
"I know you may be a little surprised. Although some rules cannot be changed, rules are dead after all, people are alive, and people are more important." McDougal said calmly.
“So, I became one of you in advance?” Albert asked curiously after putting the cheese-covered lobster meat on the seafood noodles into his mouth and swallowing it.
“You can say that.” Professor Brod smiled and nodded.
“A while ago, I visited an old friend, and he told me that the spark that could bring war is still shining brightly above our heads.” Tibelus Ogdenwen said softly.
"Prophet?" Albert put down his fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at Tibelus and asked, "Does this imply that fighting will break out again in the near future?"
"Yes, he is very good at stargazing and divination." Ogden sighed: "He told me that in the past ten years, there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are just spending time between two wars. A brief period of peace.”
"I have also heard some rumors recently, related to the mysterious man." Albert said calmly: "It is said that the mysterious man is eyeing the Sorcerer's Stone, and that stone is now in Hogwarts?"
"This is not good news." McDougal frowned. "It's hard to imagine that Dumbledore would do that."
“Potter is enrolling this year.” Professor Broad reminded, “Everyone calls him the savior. I think something may happen between them.”
“Yes, your guess is correct, I also think something will happen between them.” Albert peeled off the broken lobster claws.
"As the heir of Wild Smith, we hope that you can pay attention to your own safety." Gerber Smith did not have any other negative emotions towards his grandson because he was killed by Albert.
Sometimes, Albert feels incredible.
"Oh, of course I will protect myself, after all, I haven't lived enough yet." Albert said seriously.
At the dinner, they talked about many things. The First Wizarding War, and even earlier, the events in the wizarding world caused by the first generation of the Dark Lord.
Whether it is Ogden, Smith, or even Harry Heath are imparting experience to Albert.
They are all worried about the outbreak of the Second Wizarding War, and even more worried that this war will last for a long time.
Voldemort made everyone only dare to be called "the devil who must not even be named", not just because that name was enchanted, but because it left a mark on people's hearts for several years, or even longer. Deep fear.
"If something bad happens, I hope you can hide or simply leave the UK and wait for the war to end before coming back." Ogden looked at Albert and said seriously.
Escape may be a weak act, but it is undoubtedly the best solution.
“Because I’m a Gryffindor student?” Albert asked, raising his eyebrows.
Obviously, why several people emphasized this matter to him at this time was undoubtedly because they were worried that he was a Gryffindor student.
Gryffindor students are all courageous, but facing Voldemort or his minions head-on is obviously not a situation they want to see.
The Wildsmith family is too secretive. As long as everyone hides, there is nowhere to look for them even if you want to, and not many people know of their existence.
"Don't worry, I cherish my life more than you, and I can actually do divination." Albert said calmly.
"That's why we are worried." Professor Broad sighed softly, "When you were in first grade, you dared to break into the Forbidden Forest alone. I know that you actually made a lot of preparations, but you still took the risk. , even if the risk is low, there is still risk after all.”
“There’s no need for me to mention what happened last year.” McDougal sighed.
“You like to take risks too much. Maybe you are carefully prepared for every adventure, but we don’t want you to take risks, because no preparation is perfect.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t take my life for granted.” Albert said calmly, “What’s more, there’s Isobel.”
“That kid Isobel is good too, but you are more suitable.” Ogden said.
“I heard you are dating?” Mog asked tentatively.
“Well, we are indeed dating.” Albert admitted directly.
"Look, I said they will definitely get together." Professor Brod winked at the other people and smiled, "The two of them have very similar personalities."
"Very good. Get married after you graduate." Gerber Smith agreed. "When the time comes, settle abroad and don't go back to the UK for the time being. We will all leave the UK to avoid the coming second wizard. war."
Albert was speechless when he heard this.
To be honest, using the word war to describe it is a bit exaggerated.
Moreover, he knew that the so-called Second Wizarding War did not last as long as the first one, and Voldemort was quickly ended by the savior.
The concerns of those present here are undoubtedly unnecessary.
But Albert couldn't tell them that after the Second War began, Voldemort quickly took to the streets.
(End of this chapter)