"Here, what are you looking at?"
Albert placed a cup of milk tea in front of Yin Zebel, and sat down on the sofa next to him with a cup in his hand, his eyes falling on the photo frame on the table.
"My mother asked Dobby to bring me this book, but I feel like the content in the book is useless." Yin Zebeier put down the book in his hand, took a sip of the milk tea and said, "She asked us to go back when we have time."
"Well, after things are over here, we will go back to England." Albert put his hand gently on Yin Zebel's belly, "When did it happen?"
"A few days ago, but it hasn't been officially confirmed yet. You know I have no experience in this area." Yin Zebel looked very calm. She had expected this day to come and had already prepared herself mentally to accept it, although it was indeed a little early for her.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you." Albert held Yin Zebel's hand.
"I know."
Yin Zebel had never been afraid of this, especially since he had received Albert's protection last time.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Albert quickly glanced at the map and confirmed who was coming before he stood up from his seat and opened the door for the other person.
"Good morning professor."
Albert smiled and greeted Dumbledore who was standing outside the door.
"How are Nicol and Perenelle?" Dumbledore asked directly.
"After the elixir of life ran out, their health became worse and worse." Albert stepped back to make room for Dumbledore. "I made a prediction not long ago, probably today."
"Your predictions are really convenient." Dumbledore entered the room and closed the door behind him. "However, it is best not to abuse them casually. Knowing the future results is sometimes not a good thing."
"They should be waking up soon. Sit down first!" Albert made a cup of milk tea for Dumbledore. "If your schedule is not busy today, stay and accompany them for the last journey. I think Nico and Perenelle will be very happy to see you."
"I'm free all day." Dumbledore added a few sugar cubes to the milk tea and stirred it slowly with a spoon. "Nicol and Perenelle are lucky."
The two were not alone before they died, as there were still people willing to accompany them.
"Are you hurt?"
Albert's eyes fell on Dumbledore's charred and dry left palm.
"yes."
Dumbledore put down his spoon, took a sip of his tea, and said softly, "But it's worth it."
“Is it worth it?”
"I have no regrets."
"Sure enough, it's difficult to change the results of the prophecy. The best way is to not go." Albert sighed helplessly.
"It seems that you expected it."
"I know I can't convince you, and I've never thought of doing that." Albert shook his head. "I can only give you a little reminder, but it's obviously useless."
Yin Zebeier looked at the two people who were playing dumb with a strange expression. Because the tone of their voices was so calm, if you didn't know, you would think they were talking about what to eat for breakfast today.
"I'm very curious, how could you, who has always been so rational, make such a fatal mistake?" Albert asked his doubts.
"It's impossible for people to never make mistakes." Dumbledore didn't care about his injuries at all.
"Wrong? I thought you... Never mind." Albert put down his teacup, looked at Dumbledore's charred palm and said, "Actually, I've always been curious about what made you pick up the ring?"
"Everyone has something they desire," Dumbledore said lightly.
"It seems you got what you wanted." Albert sighed, "but the price is a bit high."
"I have no regrets." Dumbledore looked at Albert and said calmly, "I have lived for a long time. Death is not terrible to me. Besides, I still have enough time to do what I want to do."
"Just be happy." Albert shook his head and said, "I haven't lived enough anyway."
Dumbledore looked at Yin Zebel next to him, nodded and said, "You are still young and have a lot of good times ahead of you."
"If you want Harry to succeed you, then train him well." Albert said suddenly.
"I'm already doing it, and Harry is doing great." Dumbledore finished the milk tea in his cup and refilled it for himself.
"You can't expect Harry to be lucky forever."
"Lucky? Harry didn't rely on luck alone to get through the difficult times." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not liking Albert's choice of words.
"There are actually big problems with your plan." Albert said calmly. "Sometimes knowledge and courage alone are not enough. You need to give Harry the strength to face the unknown."
"You are right, but I cannot expect Harry to defeat Voldemort on his own." Dumbledore said softly, "Harry is not you. There is no chance of winning if he does that. You and I both know this. I have to use other methods, methods that even Voldemort himself ignores."
"What if Harry unfortunately died?" Albert felt that if Harry was not the protagonist, he would have died long ago given his personality and the way he did things.
"I trust Harry," said Dumbledore.
"In fact, I also believe that Harry can defeat the mysterious man." Albert suddenly said, "However, it is still necessary to have the power to protect yourself. At least you can protect the people you want to protect at the critical moment, instead of watching others sacrifice for him."
Dumbledore was silent because he understood the meaning of Albert's words: many people would die in the near future.
Although Dumbledore knew very well that sacrifice was inevitable in this wizarding war.
"Is that the reason?" Dumbledore actually agreed with Albert, but he would not bet because Harry was not Albert.
Sometimes, Dumbledore thought that it would be great if Albert was the savior, which would make him feel much more relaxed.
Unfortunately, he is not.
"No, that's just one of the reasons." Albert's voice was filled with disgust. "Although I don't want to admit it, this world is cruel and realistic. If I don't become stronger, I will probably lose everything."
"Only the strong are qualified to be kind, to talk about mercy, to have fairness, to have the right to choose..." Albert said self-deprecatingly, "In fact, you should know better than anyone else, so you help compile the laws of the Ministry of Magic, because you know better than anyone else that your compilation can at least make the laws of the Ministry of Magic relatively fair and not biased towards certain people."
"So, that's why you hate the Ministry?"
"I just hate wasting time arguing with those disgusting guys. Life is meaningless like that." Albert did not hide his disgust. "And if I were you, I would pay more attention to your affairs. You don't have much time left."
"You are right." Dumbledore turned to Inzebel and said, "Can you help me go in and check on Nico and Perenelle?"
Yin Zebel looked up at Dumbledore, then moved his gaze to Albert. He was sure that they were discussing how to deal with Voldemort, but they just didn't want her to know.
"Go ahead, dear," Albert said softly.
After Yin Zebel left, Dumbledore said, "I have some idea about the RAB you mentioned last time."
"Oh, you found it?" Albert was not surprised. As long as Dumbledore investigated carefully, he would not be able to guess who RAB was.
After all, there are only so many Death Eaters, and Dumbledore must know the number. It would be enough to check them one by one.
As for why Death Eaters
Ordinary people are obviously not qualified to know this.
The most likely candidate was a Death Eater who was in charge of keeping the Horcruxes, just like Lucius Malfoy was in charge of keeping the diary.
"Regulus Arcturus Black." Dumbledore said a name.
"Faster than I expected," Albert raised his eyebrows and repeated the name, "Regulus Arcturus Black? Sirius's brother?"
"You know?"
"Phineas once asked me to make a prophecy. He died." Albert asked curiously, "Did you find that thing?"
"No, Kreacher is dead." Dumbledore frowned slightly when he talked about this. "Sirius killed it. Not long ago, he took advantage of the betrayal of the house elves to pass wrong information to the Death Eaters."
Dumbledore was in a very bad mood when he talked about this.
"I thought Sirius would handle this matter properly, but I didn't expect him to kill the house-elf." Albert was somewhat insincere. He actually expected that when he was sure that Kreacher betrayed Sirius and defected to Malfoy, and tried to murder Harry, he would probably be dead. No one would leave such a time bomb.
"However, Sirius is luckier than you. At least he is still alive now."
"You mean..." Dumbledore had guessed something, and just as he opened his mouth he heard a familiar voice.
"Old friend, you don't look well either." Nico and Perenelle walked into the living room with crutches, supporting each other. After their eyes glanced at Dumbledore's charred palms, they knew Dumbledore's condition.
"Yes!" Dumbledore glanced at his own palms, then turned his gaze towards the elderly people who were walking out supporting each other, and said with a smile, "But there is enough time."
Since the elixir of immortality has been exhausted, the health of the Flamel couple is no longer as good as before, and death is approaching them rapidly.
Albert quickly stood up and helped Nico to sit on the sofa. Inzebel also helped Perenelle to sit next to Nico, and the following topic became relaxed and pleasant.
They were all recalling some interesting things that happened in the past, and Nico and Perenelle even talked about the scene of their first meeting with Dumbledore.
They listened silently, occasionally saying a word.
However, at some point, Nico and Perenelle stopped talking to each other and just sat quietly together, as if they were asleep.
“They are lucky.”
Looking at the Flamel couple who had closed their eyes and fallen asleep, Dumbledore spoke softly, as if he was worried about waking up the sleeping old people.
"Yes, they are lucky. Now I'll leave it to you, Professor." Albert reached out and grabbed Yinzebel's hand, then turned to Dumbledore and said.
Mr. and Mrs. Flamel left their funeral affairs to Dumbledore, so Albert had no intention of interfering in these matters. For him, accompanying Mr. and Mrs. Flamel on their last journey was far more important than waiting for a grand funeral after his death.
"Well, leave it to me." Dumbledore said softly, "By the way, they also left something for you."
"You don't mind if I take this, do you?" Albert didn't care about the inheritance and pointed to the photo frame on the table and asked.
"He left this place for you."
The funeral of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel was also very secret, and it was held at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
There were few people attending the funeral, which was also what the Flamel couple wanted, they didn't want to be disturbed. For this reason, Madame Maxime chose a place for the Flamel couple where no one would disturb them.
After Dumbledore finished his eulogy, Albert lit the flame himself.
Dazzling white flames burst out from around the bodies of the Flamels and the table, quickly engulfing everything.
Then the white flames disappeared, and a huge white marble tomb appeared there, enclosing the bodies of the Flamel couple and the table on which they were placed.
it's all over.
Then, it will be a new beginning.
"They are just tired and lie down to rest." Dumbledore patted Albert's shoulder gently.
"I know." Albert turned to the crying house elf next to him and said, "You can choose to stay at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to guard the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel, or leave with me."
Albert gave the house-elf that took care of the Flamel couple the opportunity to choose. Although according to Nicolas Flamel's wishes, the house cast under the Fidelius Charm and the house-elf would be left to Albert, Albert did not intend to force the house-elf, but let it choose for itself.
The house-elf looked at Albert with tearful eyes, and finally decided to stay at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to guard the graves of the Flamel couple.
"I'll leave it to you." Albert turned and said to Madame Maxime.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," said Madame Maxime.
Albert and Dumbledore looked at each other, took out their wands and cast spells around the grave. An invisible and transparent magic barrier completely covered the area in front, and the grave of the Flamel couple disappeared out of thin air.
This way, no students will disturb their sleep.
"Then we'll leave first." Albert bowed slightly to Dumbledore and Madame Maxime, and left Beauxbatons Academy of Magic with Inzebel.
Madame Olime Maxime looked at the two people going away and murmured, "They are very lucky."
She already knew that Albert and Yin Zebel had been with the two old people throughout their last journey of life, allowing them to pass away peacefully.
"Yes," Dumbledore murmured, "To be honest, even I am a little envious."
"What?" Madame Maxime asked in confusion.
"Nothing, let's deal with Nico's inheritance next. They donated almost all of their inheritance to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Dumbledore changed the subject.
"I thought the Flamels would leave things to their favorite students."
To be honest, Madame Olympe Maxime was very surprised when she saw the list of donations made by the Flamels to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
"They have left the most precious things for Albert." Dumbledore said softly.
"The Philosopher's Stone?" Madame Olympe Maxime guessed.
"No, the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed a long time ago." Dumbledore shook his head. "It is knowledge. For Mr. Anderson, knowledge is the most valuable asset."