"My body is very stiff."
Yin Zebel gently pressed Albert's body with her white and slender fingers, with a gloating smile on her face, obviously recalling the painful time when she first started practicing yoga.
"I don't practice yoga every day like you do."
Albert was helpless and let Yin Zebel fiddle with his arms. His body was indeed not as flexible as before. There was nothing he could do about it. Even if Albert's yoga skills were at level two, he couldn't reverse the situation.
"That's because you've been lazy lately."
"No, it's because no one has been practicing with me recently." After Albert went to Hogwarts, he temporarily gave up many of his previous habits, such as jogging and martial arts practice. Except for an egg and a glass of milk every morning, he basically failed to keep them.
Sometimes, there were no eggs and milk every day at Hogwarts.
Of course, another reason is that practicing by myself is really boring, and it is not appropriate to act too eccentric in Hogwarts.
After all, the habits of wizards and Muggles are quite different. Many wizards basically do not have any other formal sports except playing Quidditch. Whether they are fat or thin depends entirely on their personal physique and work.
"Then... if I ask you to do morning exercises in the future, you can't be lazy. It's a deal." Yin Zebel smiled happily, obviously waiting for Albert's words here!
"Are you worried that I won't be as handsome as I am now when I get old, and will become a bald fat man with a beer belly?" Albert said jokingly, "But there is one thing I almost forgot. The water quality in the UK is really poor. Drinking it for a long time will cause hair loss."
"Really?" Yin Zebel asked suspiciously.
"In Muggle terms, there are too many minerals in the water, so it usually needs to be boiled before drinking. However, for wizards, this should only be considered... a small problem." Albert seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, "This incident has reminded me that I can make a simplified version of the hair growth potion and sell it to Muggles in the future. It will definitely be a best-seller."
"You're quite clever, but since the Statute of Secrecy, wizards and Muggles can't be too close." Yin Zebel reminded, although she felt that Albert would definitely have a way to circumvent this problem if he really did that.
"Just stay behind the scenes."
Albert said without hesitation: "Money from the Muggle world is still very useful. For example, we can buy the land of a certain village. In the Muggle world, many remote villages have been abandoned. We can build a village of our own."
"You are quite ambitious."
Yin Zebel was skeptical. She didn't doubt that Albert would do that, but this kind of thing probably had nothing to do with ambition.
"It's called preparing for a rainy day. Maybe by then, we'll have a lot of children. Look, when Wes comes home... Ahem, I was just joking, just joking." Albert felt his waist being pinched hard, and said quickly.
"By the way, the Fuling potion is almost ready..." Yin Zebeier's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't plan to have too many children.
"You are worthy of your reputation. You succeeded in one try." Albert said with a smile.
“It went better than I expected.”
Talking about the lucky potion that he had been brewing for six months, Yin Zebel had a look of emotion on his face. He originally thought that the lucky potion was difficult to brew, but he did not expect it to go more smoothly than expected.
Of course, whether the Fuling potion can be successfully brewed depends on the final product.
Yin Zebel didn't know that the reason she felt very comfortable brewing the Felixir was actually because of the Felixir recipe she used. That was a note that Albert had specially copied from the Felixir skill panel. That thing itself was more complete and standardized than the existing Felixir formula in the magic world. In addition, Yin Zebel's own level of potion skills was very high, so she felt very smooth brewing the potion by following the recipe step by step.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Albert kissed the girl's cheek, then stood up and stretched his body. He was hurt while doing yoga just now.
"Do you want to get rid of me now?" Yin Zebel raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied with Albert's perfunctory attitude.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll try my best to satisfy you." Albert also saw that Yin Zebeier was pretending, so he smiled and joked, "A grand wedding?"
"That's more like it. But I haven't thought about it yet," Yin Zebel picked up the wand on the table, tapped the cushion on the ground, put it in the cabinet, turned his head to look at Albert who was still moving his body, and suddenly said, "You say, can we keep our wedding simple?"
"What's wrong?" Albert put his arm around the other person. He saw the uneasiness and anxiety in Yin Zebel's eyes.
"The prophecy and the current timing are not good, and you are being targeted by a mysterious person." Yin Zebel did not attach much importance to their wedding, nor did he care much about other people's blessings. Anyway, the Lemay couple were already witnesses, and their family members and relatives together were not many.
Even if there is no wedding, it doesn’t matter. In Yin Zebel’s opinion, it is just a formality. She also knows that Albert held this wedding largely because he wanted to give her a good memory.
If it was Yin Zebeier's fault, she could even announce to the public that they were married after Albert graduated.
"We can make more preparations and make flexible choices depending on the situation." Albert knew what Yin Zebel was worried about, so he comforted him, "Make more preparations, and even if something happens, we will be able to deal with it calmly."
Yin Zebel was not worried about Albert's calmness and ability to prepare for a rainy day.
"Do you want me to massage you? I've learned some massage recently." Yin Zebel looked at Albert massaging his waist and arms, and changed the subject.
"Of course. But you actually know this?" Albert was surprised at Yin Zebel's versatility.
"I don't understand. But I've been learning this recently, and I heard that proper stimulation of the body's acupoints is helpful in maintaining body vitality." Yin Zebeier is interested in everything that can keep him young.
"Forget it then." Albert shook his head quickly. He didn't want to be a guinea pig. "When the holidays are over, you can ask Katrina to give it a try. She's been under a lot of pressure from the exams lately."
Before Yin Zebel could speak, Albert continued, "But as far as I can remember, there shouldn't be any of these things in Europe, let alone wizards in Britain."
"From the books in your bookcase, I learned some Far Eastern languages by myself." Yin Zebeier said proudly, "Although it's hard to understand, I can still read some articles."
"You're awesome." Albert was generous with his praise.
"You are the real amazing one. I don't know how you can master so many languages."
"Maybe I have some talent in languages." Albert said tactfully. He certainly wouldn't say that he was cheating.
However, he discovered that Yin Zebeier was truly a genius. It would not be easy for other people to learn the language of the Far East, as it is recognized as the most difficult language in the world.
"You are always so modest." Yin Zebel sat down next to Albert, took a sip of the roselle tea brought by the house elf, and said with a bit of resentment: "If you have some talent, other people will become idiots. How are they supposed to survive?"
"I shine too brightly." Albert put his arm around Yin Zebel's shoulders and said gently, "If you don't restrain yourself, it will hurt others deeply. Besides, I think there's nothing wrong with being a humble person like Professor Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore is indeed an admirable wizard, but I think you are different from him." Yin Zebel turned his head to look at the bouquet of roses on the table, as if thinking about something.
"Maybe it's because I'm not a good person!" Albert said seriously. "I can't be as great as Dumbledore."
"This is the first time I've heard someone say that they are not a good person." Yin Zebeier asked with a smile, "Mr. Anderson, can you tell me why you don't want to be a good person?"
"In the religions of the Far East, there is a saying that bad people can become Buddhas right away if they put down their butcher knives." Albert paused and continued, "But good people have to go through 81 trials before they can become Buddhas."
"What do you mean?" Yin Zebel asked.
"It's easy to be forgiven when bad people stop being bad people. Umbridge is a ready-made example. After doing all those bad things, she was still forgiven by everyone." Albert sneered. "But it's easy to be harsh on good people. Dumbledore's reputation, his career, everything he had was almost ruined because he told the truth."
"So, I may not be a bad guy, but I definitely don't want to be a good guy." Albert said seriously.
"Are you sure that's religion?" Yin Zebel felt that Albert was not talking about religion, but philosophy.
"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Do you like me when I'm humble or when I'm more outspoken?" Albert smiled and changed the subject.
What he said just now was purely a complaint. Things in school were indeed a bit awful and disgusting to him.
"I like you more now." Yin Zebel kissed Albert on the cheek.
“It feels a bit perfunctory.”
"By the way, I remember you and Percy are very familiar with each other."
"Yes, what's wrong?" Albert kissed back.
"Penelope said Percy basically forgot about her during this time." Yin Zebel smiled and pushed Albert's face towards her, talking about the letters she had received recently.
"Yeah, I know a little bit."
"Tell me about it."
"For Percy, this is very important now, so important that he has temporarily put aside many things." Albert picked up a piece of rose cake and handed it to Yin Zebel's mouth: "Percy is now the assistant to the Minister of Magic, yes, that is, Fudge's assistant. This is definitely a very rare opportunity for him."
"Percy is indeed that kind of person. No one knows what will happen to love in the end, but his career is his own. It is really difficult to balance the two." Yin Zebel took a bite of the pastry with rose filling and felt a faint rose sweetness in his mouth.
"It seems that my luck is so good that it is enviable!"
"Don't blame Percy. Most people could have become someone like Percy." Albert thought it was normal. People are profit-seeking, and Percy is just one of them. If he wants to go further, he can only seize the few opportunities he has. Although the method may not be glorious, it is sometimes like this. Weiss's family is not rich. If Percy wants to succeed, he can only rely on himself to keep climbing.
If Fred and George hadn't gotten help from Harry or himself, perhaps their joke shop dream would never have come true.
In the long career of making money, all the passion will be gradually worn out by the complicated work and difficult life.
The best example is the trio who once wanted to form their own circus and travel around the world performing.
If they had received funding from Albert, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
"That's why I said I was lucky." Yin Zebeier also picked up a piece of cake and handed it to Albert, saying, "This thing tastes really good, and it's very beautiful!"
"Percy and I are actually similar." Albert said softly, "If I hadn't become a wizard, I might have left for the Far East now."
"Far East?" Yin Zebel remembered that Albert's family all ran to the Far East.
"Yes, there is an opportunity to make a lot of money there, if you can seize it."
"Making money?" Yin Zebeier had a subtle expression.
"Since I was little, I have always wanted to make a lot of money, achieve financial freedom, and no longer have to worry about money." Albert took a big sip of roselle tea and fell into a brief memory: "In the Muggle world, although money is not omnipotent, but without money, you can't do anything, and it is even harder to get money than in the wizarding world."
"So, I read a lot of books. Well, to the point where every year my birthday and Christmas presents were all books..."
"You are the same now." Yin Zebel reminded in a low voice.
"To be honest, I haven't finished reading all of those books, but I did learn a lot of useful things from them, and I plan to use them as a stepping stone for my future rise and even wealth. Later..."
"Did you receive a letter from Hogwarts?" It was not difficult for Yin Zebel to guess what happened later.
"Yes, I received the admission letter from Hogwarts. It was like a joke from God, even though I don't believe in God." Albert sighed softly, "Of course, sometimes I would pick it up from a corner and believe in it again. It is said that many people in the Far East are pragmatists in their beliefs. I especially agree with this."
“A pragmatist?”
Yin Zebel felt that this word was actually quite appropriate for Albert. Just like Albert helped other people open stores, part of the reason was that he valued future profits, a very substantial profit, and he didn't have to bother to manage it.
"Later, my world changed dramatically. In just a few years, I no longer had to worry about the wealth issue that had troubled me." Albert sighed softly, saying that life would have been more perfect if there had been no trouble from Voldemort.
"I dare say that, except for a small number of ancient wizards, no one else is necessarily as rich as you." In Yin Zebel's eyes, Albert's history of prosperity was even more fantastic than a dream. "I remember that when you first entered school, you were richer than most students."
"At that time, I bet that Fudge would become a minister and earned a large sum of Galleons." Albert recalled, "Speaking of which, I have to thank Fudge for this. He helped me transfer the first sum of Galleons."
"You looked very different back then." Yin Zebel reached out and picked up Tom from the carpet and put him next to the sofa. He also reached out and touched his head. "If I hadn't met you, I would probably have followed my original plan and graduated from Hogwarts with excellent grades, and then joined the Ministry of Magic and became a glorious employee."
"It seems that I am preventing you from becoming the Minister of Magic?" Albert joked with a smile.
"No, I never thought about becoming the Minister of Magic." Yin Zebel shook his head.
"That's right. If I weren't in the way, you would probably be able to get 10,000 Galleons and become a big boss. With your talent and ability, it won't be difficult to earn Galleons."
"I've always been curious, why do you always like to say that I'm a genius?"
In Yin Zebel's eyes, Albert is the real genius, and the unreasonable one at that. So every time Albert calls him a genius, he always feels inexplicably awkward.
"None of that matters. Meeting you is the most important thing, and it is also my greatest luck." Yin Zebeier said softly: "There are always many people who envy me, but they are not as lucky as me, nor as happy as me."