Albert neither hated nor liked Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office. To him, he was just a stranger who might be useful in the future, nothing more.
Because of the appearance of Albert, a cheater and time traveler, the original timeline of this world has been disrupted. God knows how things will develop next. Even if Albert himself has the ability to predict, he dare not believe those predictions too much. He prefers to plan ahead and leave more room for himself so that he will not be caught off guard by unexpected situations.
If Sirius Black, Dumbledore, Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour had not died, would the entire wizarding world have undergone earth-shaking changes
It’s hard to say, maybe the world will become different!
Tom yawned and lay lazily on the mat, with a small ball of yarn that Hermione used to knit a sweater in his arms. He stared at the crystal ball on the mat and blinked curiously. Just as he was about to stretch out his paw, he felt a hand on the back of his head and gently stroked it, making Tom squint his eyes comfortably.
"I noticed that you like looking at the stars recently?"
Yin Zebeier walked into the room and was gently wiping her fiery red hair with a towel. In fact, magic could evaporate the moisture on her hair in an instant, but Yin Zebeier was still used to drying it with a towel.
Of course, sometimes Yin Zebel also likes to enjoy Albert's care and let him help her dry her hair.
"I learned astrology from Firenze." Albert raised his hand as if to grab the stars in the night sky, and smiled as he took the towel from Yin Zebel to help her wipe her hair.
"So what did you see?" Yin Zebel asked with a smile.
"War!" Albert whispered.
"I remember you mentioned this a long time ago." Yin Zebel also looked up at the stars in the night sky, turned his head and asked, "Is Firenze's divination class interesting?"
"It's very special. If you want to learn it, I can teach you, although I only know a little about it." Albert's astrology only reached level three, not because he was stingy with experience and skill points, but because astrology was not as useful as he imagined.
Whether it is level two or level three, what you see under this starry sky is the same, that is war.
The war is coming.
In that case, let’s save some experience!
Perhaps because of his strength, his panel tasks are becoming more and more difficult to complete, and the stored experience will only become less and less. There will definitely be a time in the future when he will need to use the experience, so leaving some experience aside is the best option.
"Your half-knowledge is different from other people's half-knowledge." Yin Zebel joked with a smile.
"By the way, I have good news to tell you. Our wedding has been decided." Albert said suddenly.
"Sometimes I always feel like all this is just a dream." Yin Zebel smiled sweetly, she stroked Albert's cheek and kissed him gently.
She preferred this kind of life, which was countless times better than the life that Yin Zebeier had originally planned for herself.
This feeling of happiness about to overflow is probably the life that countless girls desire!
"Me too." Albert whispered softly, "It's like a dream."
No wonder countless novels like to give the protagonists cheats.
If this is a dream, please don't wake up.
"In mid-July, the location is a manor in France, which is considered to be Bud's property." Albert took out a few letters and put them in Yin Zebel's hand. "Our Fuling potion has also been brewed. Everything is being completed step by step."
There is no doubt that Albert intends to drink the Felicis on his wedding day to spend this wonderful time with Yin Zebel and leave them with the best memories of their lives.
After Yin Zebel read the contents of the letter with the help of the light of the magic wand, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I remember you predicted our wedding..."
She remembered that it wasn't a good wedding.
"If Rufus Scrimgeour becomes the Minister of Magic, he will probably agree to my plan. If it really helps to hold back the hatred, I will move the time forward by one day." Albert was not worried that Scrimgeour would refuse. He had already set a nail for the other party. If Scrimgeour did not want to be finished, he would have to find someone to discuss it, and he would not have many choices.
Albert was willing to help the other party and get what he wanted from him. 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 get the reminder and protection of the Order of the Phoenix, the probability of her surviving was still small.
This has to do with Amelia Bones's personality, and also with Voldemort's desire to kill 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 and cause trouble for him.
"You always find a way to solve the problem." Yin Zebel put away the letter, looked at Tom who was yawning, and murmured softly.
"alright!"
Albert put down the towel, took a deep breath, and sniffed the familiar scent. He raised his hand and shook it gently to evaporate the last trace of moisture from his hair.
"I will send them invitations. Do you think they would be willing to come to the wedding?" Yin Zebel turned his head to look at Albert and asked softly.
"Well, maybe. After all, we are good friends."
Albert didn't care much about this issue. He preferred to enjoy the time they spent together.
At this moment, a gem on the bracelet that was originally placed on the table suddenly glowed faintly, which was very conspicuous in the darkness.
Tom also noticed it and stretched out his claws towards the bracelet, but Albert had already reached out and picked up the bracelet.
"What's wrong?"
Yin Zebeier obviously also realized that something was wrong.
She remembered Albert saying the bracelet was some kind of emergency contact device.
"The principal wishes to contact me."
Albert looked at the lit gem and easily determined the reason.
"Principal?" Yin Zebel stood up from Albert.
Albert picked up the wand on the table and waved it gently, summoning a leather bag out of thin air. He opened it and took out a metal book from it. He touched it lightly with the wand again, and the metal book flipped rapidly, finally choosing the two-sided mirror with Dumbledore's photo on it.
"Good evening, professor. Everyone thought you were missing." Albert looked at the old man in the two-way mirror and greeted him with a smile.
"It's all thanks to you that Hagrid's matter happened," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Hagrid is my friend, and I was just giving him a warning." Albert would not admit that he had defeated the Aurors, so he changed the subject casually, "Professor, I'm sure you're not just thinking about this!"
Albert didn't think that Dumbledore would bother him because of such a trivial matter. The other party must be looking for him because of Voldemort.
"I may need your help," Dumbledore said gently.
"Help? Now?" Albert raised his eyebrows slightly.
"If you are free now, I would like to talk to you alone. I can use the two-way mirror. By the way, this thing is quite useful." Dumbledore said with a smile, without asking Albert why he was outside the school. "Do you mind if I borrow your time for a while?"
"I'll go get you some midnight snack, you two can chat slowly." Yin Zebeier immediately understood and picked up Tom and left the room
"What 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 Flamel couple," Albert said with a smile.
"Yes, I actually want to do that too." Dumbledore sighed. He was already very old, "But... let's not leave the problems and troubles to others."
"They're not that bad." Albert said softly, "Heroes and saviors shouldn't exist. They're needed in sad times."
"I agree with you." 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 predict this time?"
In fact, helping Dumbledore with divination is not entirely a bad thing. Every time you participate, the progress towards 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 agreed with this point of view, but for an old man who had lived for a century, he no longer cared about these things, or he really cared about very few things. Solving the problem of Voldemort and restoring peace to Britain was what he wanted to accomplish most now.
"I have collected some memories." Dumbledore brought the subject back.
"It's really awe-inspiring," Albert said softly.
"Awe?" Dumbledore smiled. "I don't think you are afraid of Voldemort."
"No, I mean that you have been collecting the memories of the mysterious man for a long time!" Albert sighed softly, "The mysterious man does not value you as much as you value him."
"You can always see through it easily." Dumbledore didn't really care and continued, "Know yourself and know your enemy. I think your statement that the person who knows you best must be your enemy is very reasonable."
"Those who can achieve ultimate victory are often those who are prepared." Albert felt that Voldemort's failure was completely due to being targeted.
"Then what?"
"I have collected many memories related to him." Dumbledore continued, "I need to find what I need from these memories."
"You want me to help you filter out those useful memories?" Albert guessed the reason. As a fortune teller, Albert was indeed better at doing these things. In particular, the impression he gave to others was that in addition to being a genius, he also had good luck, a strong intuition, and was a master of prophecy. This was why Dumbledore came to him.
"Well, 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 finally Voldemort himself, the number will be seven. The seven Horcruxes are Albert's speculation, which is also related to the number seven, although there is no direct evidence."
"It seems that you will be able to get them all together soon." Albert said softly: "This is really pleasant news."
"It's hard to say,"
Dumbledore was not so optimistic. He knew very well that there were such things as accidents in this world, and he had to ensure that everything was foolproof as much as possible, otherwise there would be a lot of trouble if something went wrong. This was why he went to find Albert.
"What do you need me to do, divine the whereabouts of the Horcrux?"
"Well, there is one more thing," said Dumbledore. "Slughorn has the crucial information I need."
"Key news?"
"It was Slughorn who told Voldemort how to create the Horcruxes, and splitting the soul is a very risky thing, especially multiple splits..."
"The number of Horcruxes?" Albert knew what Dumbledore wanted to say before he finished speaking, 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 this." Albert asked with a strange expression, "So, you want me to help you get this memory?"
Dumbledore nodded and said.
"I suggest you look for Potter." Albert declined politely.
"I only found two suspicious places." Dumbledore said softly, "If it were you, where would you put your most valuable things?"
"The vault, Gringotts." Albert said, "If You-Know-Who has a vault in Gringotts."
"I don't think he has a vault," 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.
"That's a good idea. Voldemort doesn't have a vault in Gringotts. I think he longs to have his own vault." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I hope we can have a good chat another day. Good night, goodbye."
The two-sided mirror dimmed again. Albert put away the metal book and walked towards the stairs. Yin Zebel had already prepared a midnight snack.
It looked a lot like fish balls, obviously freshly made, and looked very delicious.
"Has the discussion ended?"
Yin Zebel felt someone hugging his waist and turned his head away with a smile.
"Well, the principal wanted me to do a divination. It looks better."
"I dare say no one has ever thought of eating it like this before. It tastes very good." Yin Zebel scooped a bowl for Albert.
There is actually some fish paste left, but it is not suitable to eat too much at night.
"Don't you want to eat?" Albert asked with a smile.
"I'm trying to lose weight and need to control my food intake."
"It's okay. If you do a little exercise at night, these things you eat will be consumed quickly." Albert scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed the spoon to Yin Zebel's mouth.