He Who Must Not Be Named is back!
When Albert saw the bad news in the Daily Prophet, he was not surprised at all, but rather a little relieved.
Voldemort could finally no longer hide.
Things went just as Albert had expected, although there was a small accident during the process, which caused the Death Eaters who were supposed to be thrown into Azkaban prison to escape collectively from under the noses of the Aurors.
Honestly, this isn't really a bad thing, it's actually a good thing.
Not only did it hit Fudge hard, but it also taught Scrimgeour a lesson. I believe that the next time he catches Death Eaters, he will understand that dead Death Eaters are the best Death Eaters.
If a Death Eater who had been captured at great cost slipped away from under their noses, the Aurors would probably start to consider whether to kill the person directly to prevent him from continuing to harm others.
Putting down the newspaper, Albert started to eat, planning to read again after he finished eating, lest the food on the table get cold.
"When do you plan to go back to Hogwarts?" Isobel finished the milk in the glass, took out a handkerchief to wipe the milk residue on her lips, and asked.
"Today." Albert swallowed the last bit of food on the plate and said softly, "I have an appointment with Dumbledore."
"Are you planning to stay until you graduate?" Isobel actually guessed Albert's choice, but still asked.
"At least we have to wait until after the .S. exam is over." Albert nodded and said, "It's only a few days away anyway. It would be a pity to miss the normal graduation."
"After you graduate, are you going to start preparing for the wedding?" Isobel asked again. She could now talk about this matter without blushing or getting nervous.
"Yes, that's right." Albert said with a smile, "Are you so anxious to marry me?"
"I'm just a little worried." Isobel looked up and glanced at Albert, complaining, "You attracted enough hatred yesterday, and now those Death Eaters have escaped again. I'm worried that they will come to cause trouble."
"However, I have made preparations for this wedding." Albert comforted him softly, "I have also invited Dumbledore to attend the wedding. As long as the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters are sane, they won't do anything stupid."
Dumbledore was indeed reassuring.
Although Isobel knew that Albert also possessed extraordinary strength and had made sufficient preparations to deal with the turbulent times to come, she was still very worried.
If possible, Isobel would rather Albert take her away from England and away from all the trouble.
"Don't worry, we still have a savior." Albert said, "He is an expert in dealing with mysterious people, and you are actually confused because of your concern."
"Even if he is the savior, he would not think of inheriting 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.
"You're going to publish a self-defense guide now?"
Isobel didn't dwell on this matter anymore and started talking about other things.
"In a couple of days, I'll have someone print it on a large scale. Do you want me to add your name to it?" Albert asked. "You also helped a lot in compiling the Self-Defense Guide."
"Forget it!" Isobel shook her head and refused. "It's useless to fill it in. You are the duel champion, and your name is what counts."
"It works. It shows that we have a good relationship and a good feeling." Albert blinked and said, "I think there will be a lot of people who envy us."
"Envy? Don't be jealous. It will only attract hatred. Don't forget that you are on the mysterious man's blacklist. I don't want others to be affected by this." Isobel didn't care about these false names. She knew very well that under Albert's halo, others were destined to be overshadowed, but she never cared about these things, just as Albert never cared about his own reputation.
"You could actually publish a book about beauty. I'm sure the girls would like it."
"Most girls are not as happy as I am, and they are not as rich as you think." Isobel shook her head.
"That shouldn't be the case. Fred and George's joke props sell very well, and it's easier to make money from girls than from boys." Albert expressed his doubts.
Because according to his understanding, girls' money is the easiest to make.
"Most wizards are not as rich as you think. The salary of ordinary wizards is just that little. Take Katrina and I for example. We don't have much pocket money. Other girls are not much better. After all, we don't need to spend money in Hogwarts."
"We will conduct a practical investigation when peace is restored in the wizarding world." Albert did not think there was anything wrong with it. After all, he did not grow up in the wizarding world, and his understanding of this place was far less than that of other wizards.
"When the time comes, I will definitely write a book introducing the wizarding world. I remember collecting information about this part." Albert and Isobel leaned back on the sofa to take a rest. Next to them lay Tom, who had just eaten. The fat cat wagged his tail lazily, looking very comfortable.
"I think those wizards from Muggle families would definitely like to buy a copy so that they can get to know the situation in the wizarding world more quickly. Then we can sign it together."
"You have a lot of books you want to write. How long do you plan to spend to finish them?" Isobel picked up Tom and gently stroked his tail.
"I'll finish it whenever I can. I don't need to rush the manuscript anyway. If I can't finish it, I'll ask a few people to help me."
For Albert now, writing books is more of a hobby than a career.
The two of them were sitting on the sofa, chatting idly. In fact, they didn't really care about what they were saying. The music playing on the radio next to them suddenly stopped, and was replaced by the latest news about Voldemort and the countermeasures taken by the Ministry of Magic.
"Well, I think I have to go." Albert stopped 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 see her off." Albert took out his pocket watch and checked 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 raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I hate it, but I don't hate seeing her in trouble. It always brings me joy for the whole day." Albert shrugged.
"You are really..."
"He's a good person, I think so, although I don't like the word good person."
Isobel had a defeated look on her face, and Albert was very mature, but sometimes childish.
Albert went to pick up Sybill Trelawney first. The Divination professor seemed to be doing well. After hearing that Umbridge would soon be kicked out of the school, she expressed great interest in taking advantage of the situation, and she also hoped to return to Hogwarts to continue her job.
However, she was very upset that Firenze took over the divination class.
"Firenze won't stay in Hogwarts for long. He will return to his tribe in a few years at most," Albert comforted.
"Is this the result of your prophecy?" Trelawney asked suspiciously.
“You can think of it that way.”
“That’s really good news.”
Trelawney envied Albert's divination ability. If her predictive ability could be as stable as Albert's, she would not have encountered what happened before.
"The talent you inherited is actually very strong, but it's unstable. Maybe you should develop your abilities."
"How to develop it?" Trelawney was very interested.
"You can try using the Felicis Potion. This thing can enhance the abilities of wizards. Maybe it can enhance your ability to predict the future."
"Luck Potion, I can't get that stuff." Trelawney had certainly heard of the luck potion, but it was too difficult for her to get the Luck Potion.
"I have some more here, you can try it later." Albert reached out and knocked on the door of the principal's office.