Study Days at Hogwarts

The man who must not even be named is back!

When Albert read the bad news from the Daily Prophet, he was not surprised at all, but was actually a little relieved.

Voldemort finally couldn't hide anymore.

Things were going as Albert expected, although there was a slight accident during the period. As a result, the Death Eaters who were supposed to be thrown into Azkaban Prison actually slipped away collectively from under the eyes of the Aurors. .

To be honest, this is actually not a bad thing, but a good thing.

Not only did it hit Fudge, but it also taught Scrimgeour a lesson. I believe that the next time he catches a Death Eater, he will understand that a dead Death Eater is the best Death Eater.

If the Death Eater caught at a great cost slipped away from their eyes, the Aurors would probably start to consider whether to kill the person directly so as not to continue to harm other people.

Putting down the newspaper, Albert began to eat, planning to wait until he finished eating before reading in order to prevent the food on the table from getting cold.

"When do you plan to return to Hogwarts?" Isobel asked after drinking the milk in the glass, taking out her handkerchief to wipe the milk residue on her lips.

"Today." Albert swallowed the last bit of food on his plate and said softly, "I have an appointment with Dumbledore."

"Are you going to stay until school graduates normally?" Isobel actually guessed Albert's choice, but still asked.

"At least we have to wait until the N.E.W.T.s exam is over." Albert nodded and said, "It's only a few days anyway. It would be a pity to miss the normal graduation."

"After you graduate, will you start preparing for the wedding?" Isobel asked again. She could now mention this matter without blushing or heartbeat.

"Well, that's right." Albert said with a smile, "Are you so anxious to marry me?"

"I'm just a little worried." Isobel glanced up at Albert and complained, "You caused enough hatred yesterday, and now the group of Death Eaters have escaped again. I'm worried that they will come to cause trouble."

"However, I have prepared for this wedding." Albert comforted softly, "I also invited Dumbledore to the wedding. As long as the mysterious man and the Death Eater have normal minds, they will not do stupid things. "

Dumbledore is truly reassuring.

Although Isobel also knew that Albert also had extraordinary strength and was fully prepared to deal with the coming turbulent era, she was still worried.

If possible, Isobel hoped that Albert could take her out of England and stay away from all this right and wrong.

"Don't worry, we still have a savior." Albert said: "He is the expert in dealing with mysterious people, and you are actually concerned about chaos now."

"Even if he is the savior, he would not want to inherit the mysterious man's legacy." Isobel glared at Albert. There was a reason why she was so worried.

"I made you worry." Albert apologized decisively and admitted his mistake.

"Are you planning to publish a "Self-Defense Guide" now?"

Isobel no longer clung to this matter, but talked about other things.

"In two days, I will have people print it on a large scale. Do you want to add your name to it?" Albert asked: "You also helped a lot in compiling the Self-Defense Guide."

"Forget it!" Isobel shook his head and refused, "It's useless to fill it in. You are the duel champion, and your name is the only one that counts."

"It's useful. It means we have a good relationship and a good relationship." Albert blinked and said, "I think there will definitely be a lot of people who envy us."

"Envy? It's better not to give up. It's very hateful. Don't forget, you are on the mysterious person's blacklist. I don't want other people to be affected by this." Isobel didn't care about these false names. She knew very well that in Albert Under the special halo, other people are destined to be obscured, but she never cares about these things, just like Albert never cares about his own reputation.

"You could actually publish a book about beauty and I'd bet it would be popular with girls."

"Most girls are not as happy as me, and they are not as rich as you think." Isobel shook her head.

"It shouldn't be. Fred and George's joke props sell very well, and girls' money is better than boys' money." Albert expressed doubts about this.

Because according to his knowledge, girls make the best money.

"Most wizards are not as rich as you think. The salary of ordinary wizards is just that little. Take Katrina and I as examples. We don't have much pocket money. The other girls are actually not much better. After all, it doesn't cost money to be at Hogwarts."

"We will wait until peace is restored in the magic world before conducting actual investigations." Albert didn't think there was any problem. After all, he has not lived in the magical world since he was a child, and his understanding of this place is far inferior to other wizards.

"When the time comes, I will definitely write a book introducing the magical world. I remember collecting this part of the information." Albert and Isobel were resting on the sofa, and beside them lay a freshly fed meal. Tom, the fat cat swung his tail proudly and looked very happy.

"I think those wizards from Muggle families will definitely be willing to buy a copy so that they can understand the situation in the magical world more quickly. We will sign it together when the time comes."

"You have a bunch of books you want to write. How much time are you going to spend on completing them?" Isobel picked up Tom and gently played with its tail.

"Whenever I can finish it, I'll finish it. Anyway, I don't need to rush the manuscript. If it doesn't work, just bring in a few people to help."

For Albert now, writing books is more of a hobby than a career on which to make a living.

The two of them were chatting on the sofa. They didn't really care what they said. The music playing on the radio next to them suddenly stopped and was replaced by the latest news about Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic. response measures taken.

"Okay, I think I have to go." Albert turned off the radio, "Otherwise, I might miss a good show."

"What's the show?" Isobel asked curiously.

"Dolores Umbridge should be leaving Hogwarts. I have to give her a ride." Albert took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

Umbridge has done so much for Hogwarts, how could she be allowed to leave Hogwarts quietly?

"I remember you hated her." Isobel asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I hate it, but I don't hate seeing her unlucky. It always provides me with happiness all day long." Albert shrugged.

"You are really..."

"He is a good person, I think so too, although I don't really like the word good person."

Isobel looked like she had lost you. Albert was very mature, but sometimes very childish.

Albert first went to pick up Sybill Trelawney. The divination professor seemed to be doing well. After hearing that Umbridge would soon leave the school, he expressed great interest in adding insult to injury, and She also hopes to return to Hogwarts to continue her tenure.

However, Firenze taking over the divination class made her unhappy.

"Firenze won't stay in Hogwarts for too long. He will return to his tribe within a few years at most." Albert comforted.

"Is this the result of your prophecy?" Trelawney asked suspiciously.

"You could think so."

"That's really good news."

Trelawney envied Albert's divination ability. If her prediction ability could be as stable as Albert's, she would never have encountered what happened before.

"The talent you inherited is actually very strong, but your ability is unstable. Maybe you should develop your abilities."

"How to develop it?" Trelawney was very interested in this.

"You can try using the Felixir. This thing can enhance the wizard's ability. Maybe it can enhance your prophecy ability."

"Elixir of Fortune, I can't get that thing." Of course Trelawney had heard of the Potion of Fortune, but it was too difficult for her to get the Elixir of Fortune.

"I still have some here, you can try it later." Albert reached out and knocked on the door of the principal's office.