In an uninhabited sea area in southern France, a sailboat with its mobile buoys deployed is floating quietly on the sea.
Sitting in the deck lounge area, a young man in swimming trunks was staring intently at a crystal ball surrounded by white mist on the table, as if he was trying to see something from the crystal ball.
After a moment, the young man seemed to have figured something out. He sighed softly and murmured, "Did it really happen?"
"What's the matter, dear?"
A gentle voice sounded from behind, and the cabin door was pushed open. Yin Zebel, wearing a swimsuit, walked out, with a basin of iced watermelon floating behind her.
She handed the basin of watermelon to Albert and asked curiously, "What did you predict?"
"Something bad happened." Albert picked up a piece of watermelon at random, took a bite, and turned his gaze to Yin Zebel in her swimsuit.
"Something bad?"
Yin Zebel looked at the crystal ball, but couldn't see anything from it. Then he turned his gaze to Albert, "What happened?"
"See for yourself!"
Albert raised his hand and touched the crystal ball. The white mist in the crystal ball began to churn, and a charred palm appeared. It was a picture of Dumbledore looking at his own charred palm.
"This... Dumbledore seems to be in a bad condition?"
Yin Zebel stared at Dumbledore's palm and frowned slightly. Although she knew nothing about dark magic, the charred palm looked lifeless and completely necrotic.
"I'm afraid he has been cursed by something vicious." Albert was helpless. "Dumbledore is probably... dying soon. I have reminded him more than once."
He did what he should do, but it didn't have much effect. As for keeping an eye on him the whole time and helping Dumbledore avoid danger
That is undoubtedly a rather ridiculous thing.
Perhaps, this is why prophecies are not so easy to change.
"Is Dumbledore dying?"
Yin Zebel's reaction was relatively calm. She had guessed about this a long time ago, but she only heard it from Albert's own mouth today.
"Probably in the last one or two years." Albert moved his hand from the crystal ball and said.
"What should we do with the mysterious man?" Yin Zebel sat down on the chair next to him, reached out and held Albert's hand tightly, and asked with a worried look on his face.
As we all know, the You-Know-Who is afraid of Dumbledore. It is because of Dumbledore that the wizarding world is so peaceful now. If Dumbledore dies, who can stand up against the You-Know-Who
Rely on Harry Potter, the legendary savior
Don't joke, even though Albert has always said that Harry Potter is the savior, whether that savior can defeat the mysterious man is probably still a big question mark.
This matter will most likely fall on Albert's head in the end, because he is almost the only one who has the possibility to confront Voldemort head-on after Dumbledore's death.
However, Yin Zebel did not want her husband to take risks at all. Even though she had great confidence in Albert, she did not want that day to come.
"We should trust Dumbledore. He will arrange everything before he dies." Albert put down the watermelon and gently placed his hand on the back of Yin Zebel's hand. He probably guessed what Yin Zebel was thinking and comforted her softly, "I'm not a savior, and I'm not stupid enough to challenge the You-Know-Who. It's Harry Potter's job to defeat the You-Know-Who. We should trust him, just like Dumbledore has always believed in Harry Potter."
"You've gone to duel with the mysterious man more than once." Yin Zebel looked up at Albert's eyes and couldn't help but complain, "Gryffindor students love adventure in their bones."
"No, that's not called adventure. I usually call Dumbledore to have a righteous gang fight with the You-Know-Who." Albert put away the crystal ball and shook his head to correct him. "Besides, you should also know that I'm actually quite afraid of death."
"I actually hope you are really afraid of death, not only for me, but also for our future children." Yin Zebel held Albert's hand tightly and placed it gently on her belly.
"You're pregnant?"
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
"We will have children eventually." Yin Zebeier put a bottle of sunscreen in Albert's hand and changed the subject, "Please help me apply sunscreen first."
As he spoke, he pulled Albert to the parasol, where the house-elf had already brought him two glasses of watermelon juice.
"When did you start liking sunbathing? Be careful not to get tanned." Albert put some sunscreen in his hands, rubbed it vigorously, and then helped Yin Zebel carefully apply it all over his body. He liked this process, or rather, they all liked this process.
"Okay, it's your turn, lie down." Yin Zebeier sat up from the recliner and said while applying sunscreen to Albert, "You should put aside all your worries and relax. It's not a good thing to be nervous all the time."
"I'm not a nervous wretch!"
"You just used the crystal ball to predict the future." Yin Zebeier pinched Albert's waist and muttered unhappily, "It means you have been paying attention to the changes in the future and have always been concerned about the direction of the situation."
Albert turned over and tried to paint the front himself, but was stopped by Yin Zebel.
"Lie quietly." Yin Zebel poked Albert's chest and said, "So don't always treat me as a fool."
“Who dares to treat you as a fool?” Albert could only endure the itch and explained helplessly: “It can only be said that this is a common problem of prophets. Everyone hopes that they can have a bright future, especially in this turbulent era. If something bad really happens, at least we can escape in the first place, or notify others to escape.”
"You know, I don't care about that."
"So what do you care about?"
"I only care about you."
Yin Zebel didn't care at all what would happen to the British wizarding world. She just hoped that Albert could survive the war safely.
"I'm sorry for making you worry."
"Actually, I hope we can leave Europe." Yin Zebel almost put his head on Albert's face and whispered, "Away from all dangers and live a life that belongs to us. I don't want to live like my mother. That scares me."
"My wonderful life has just begun. You should know that I cherish myself more than anyone else..."
Yin Zebel stopped Albert from speaking with his fingers.
"What's wrong."
She put her lips close to Albert's ear and whispered something, causing his heart to beat faster.
"How is it?" Yin Zebel asked.
Albert shook his head and looked at Yin Zebel with a complicated expression. He reached out and touched her head. "There is no need for that. You should trust me, trust the intuition of a prophet, trust my strength and preparation. Don't forget that I have a time converter."
"Of course I believe you," Yin Zebeier said affirmatively, "but I need to be prepared for any eventuality."
"in case?"
Albert had a complicated expression and sighed heavily. He could actually understand Yin Zebel's worries. After all, he was on Voldemort's kill list, and he would not stay at home protected by the Fidelius Charm.
"After returning to England, I won't run around and won't put myself in danger." Albert kissed his wife's forehead and gave his assurance.