Chapter 922 I was arrested
“I have to go Hagrid.”
Albert took out his pocket watch from his robe pocket and checked the time. He stood up and said to Hagrid, who was sitting at the dining table plucking chicken feathers, "I'll see you next time."
“Won’t you stay for dinner?”
"No." Albert didn't want to take out strange things from the dinner plate, "Don't take the previous things too seriously, they are not worth your troubles."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hagrid threw down the half-plucked rooster, looked up at Albert who was about to leave, and said: If I had listened to you and didn't talk nonsense, I wouldn't have met him. Come to these things.
"I never expected others to listen carefully and consider it seriously when I suggested this." Albert stopped at the door of the hunting lodge, looked at Hagrid and said calmly, "Honestly, I'm not surprised at all that you would find a trick. , just like Porter does something every year."
"You had guessed that this would happen a long time ago, right? Maxim is smart. She said she has a big frame." Hagrid felt a little annoyed when he talked about this.
"I thought you would call her Olim." Albert leaned over and rubbed Yaya's dog's head, "Don't get too entangled in this matter. Believe me, you and Mrs. Maxim will be reconciled soon. "
“Why?” Hagrid asked stupidly.
"Because you have a common language, as long as you don't act stupid, it will be okay to at least be friends." Albert said hello to Hagrid and left.
While having dinner, Hermione took the initiative to come over and talk to him about the house elf Winky. Albert was not interested at all in Hermione's proposal.
After all, he was planning to send away Barty Crouch Jr., and although it was not his fault, Albert was not so big-hearted as to adopt a house elf who might be hostile to him.
"Hermione, some things are not as simple as you think." Albert looked at Hermione who was full of expectations, shook his head and said: "The problem with Winky can only be determined by herself. If she can't overcome the hurdle in her heart, It’s useless no matter how much others help.”
“Is there really nothing you can do?”
"If Winky can't forget Crouch, she can only let time help her forget." Albert looked at the somewhat dejected Hermione and comforted: "Few things in this world can be perfect, just do what you can. , not to mention that you are just a student now and there is not much you can do."
"Oh, you're right." Hermione looked distracted.
"If I were you, I would pay attention to Porter's preparation progress. There is less than a month left before the second project." Albert reminded kindly, "If you can't make preparations before launching, I'm afraid Potter will be in a lot of trouble."
He actually likes Hermione's kindness, but sometimes kindness without power is good for nothing except satisfying and comforting oneself, and Hermione obviously doesn't understand this yet.
Albert didn't plan to tell Hermione, it might be too cruel for her, because many of the things she was doing now were not helping house elves at all.
"I think Hermione's suggestion is a good one. If you can have a house elf, it will be easier for us to open the store." George said with a smile.
"I have hired Dobby." Albert peeled the citrus and said calmly, "Dobby will help you prepare three meals, clean up the shop, and put the goods away."
“Dobby, I seem to have heard this name somewhere.”
“The Malfoy house elf is free now.” Albert explained.
“This is so wonderful.”
The Weasley brothers both loved watching Malfoy get into trouble.
“You actually paid to hire a house elf?” Fred interjected.
“Dumbledore did it too.”
"No, I'm actually more curious about how much you give per month." Fred was not too surprised. After all, he was Albert, so it wouldn't be surprising even if he did something amazing.
“One galleone a week.” Albert said to the twins as he ate a tangerine. “It will be deducted from my share of income then. I won’t be able to go to the store often anyway.”
“If you want to live in a shop, renting a house will probably cost a lot of galleons.”
"No, I've decided for you, just live in the box." Albert said calmly, "If trouble comes, Dobby will run away with the box as soon as possible, and your safety will be guaranteed by then. , no need to worry about being murdered in bed.”
“That’s a good idea,” George muttered. “Even if the Ministry of Magic wants to do a surprise inspection, there’s nothing they can do about it.”
“I’ve thought about the store posters for you.”
As he spoke, Albert took out his notebook, tore out a page and handed it to them.
Fred and George leaned over and looked at a passage on the paper:
You should care
Constipation kernel—
The feeling of constipation is tormenting Chinese people!
ˆyouknowwho (mysterious person)
unopoo (constipation kernel)
ification.
Both of them couldn't help laughing out loud.
“Constipation Ren.” They whispered softly, “I didn’t expect you to be quite humorous.”
Fred suddenly understood why Albert arranged it that way.
“What are you laughing at?” Shanna asked doubtfully.
"nothing."
Fred stuffed the note into his pocket.
"Must be discussing something bad. Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." Lee Jordan came over and handed a folded note to Albert.
Albert opened the note, took a look at the contents, and put it away.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert knocked on the principal's office door on time. After entering, he found that Moody was also here, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.
“Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?”
Albert calmed down the expression on his face, ignored Moody's scrutinizing gaze, and asked.
"I hope you can help divine the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said with a smile.
“Divination is not everything.” Albert declined politely.
Of course, if Dumbledore’s benefits were big enough, he actually wouldn’t mind stripping Barty Crouch Jr.’s vest right on the spot.
“Give it a try.”
Dumbledore handed over a notebook. Albert glanced at the contents and found that it was a transfiguration notebook.
Moody's watched the private deal with interest.
Albert hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to predict Peter's location.
As for Barty Jr., it’s not possible yet. After this incident, Barty Jr. should not dare to take action rashly, but... he still needs to bear some risks.
However, Albert does want Dumbledore's Transfiguration Notes.
He took out his crystal ball and put his hand on it. A red, white and blue flag appeared on the crystal ball, followed by a tulip wooden sign, and finally it was frozen in a dark house, where Peter was holding a... package.
"Peter Pettigrew is hiding in the Netherlands..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, the murderous look in his eyes flashed away.
"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his physical body." Dumbledore looked at the package in Peter's arms and said, "This is really bad news."
“It’s a very troublesome thing,” Professor Moody said.
“Where is Barty Crouch Jr.?” Dumbledore glanced at Moody and asked Albert to continue with his second prophecy.
“This, don’t expect…”
Albert touched the crystal ball, and a new surprise soon appeared on it. This time it was a stone sculpture of a winged boar, which undoubtedly referred to Hogwarts.
However, the next scene made Dumbledore and Moody silent.
In the crystal ball, two dementors are dragging a person.
Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested by the Ministry of Magic?
(End of this chapter)