"… I did just attend an emergency meeting of the International Federation in France, and I'd like to share some good news with you all. President Babajide Akinbade of the International Federation has promised to help organize and coordinate the dispatch of Aurors from the Ministries of Magic of various countries to the UK to help fight against evil forces and maintain order. We will not succumb to any evil forces…"
On the headlines of the Daily Prophet, Minister Scrimgeour is encouraging everyone to continue the fight, saying that the current difficulties are only temporary and that support from various countries will soon arrive in the UK.
"Do you think it works?" Yin Zebel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.
"It doesn't work. It's unrealistic to expect others to help, but we still have to give everyone some hope so that they have the motivation to keep going." Albert never expected other countries to send people to support him. It is not difficult to see this from the original plot. There is not even a trace of the so-called International Confederation of Wizards.
Perhaps, other countries had no intention of sending people to support Britain at all, but chose to watch Britain's joke from the sidelines.
As for the legendary law of confidentiality, it can become a joke when necessary.
"Aren't you afraid that people won't be able to get help and eventually their confidence will collapse?" Yin Zebel raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Even if he didn't do that, he probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long." Albert shook his head. "Besides, Scrimgeour probably didn't lie. If it really came to the last resort, he would probably just let the Death Eaters mess around and expose the wizarding world to the Muggles."
"It is difficult to contain this kind of thing. It is easier to destroy than to build."
"So, this is just to pass on the blame?"
"That's not the case. Isn't it the International Confederation of Wizards that plays its role at this very moment?"
"You are going to take off their underwear!" Yin Zebeier covered his mouth and chuckled, "You seem to hate these so-called organizations."
It was not difficult for Yin Zebel to imagine how bad the British wizards' impression of this international organization would be if the support from the International Confederation of Wizards was delayed.
This incident will also affect other European countries.
When Britain was fighting against the famous second-generation Dark Lord, the International Confederation of Wizards was unwilling to help. If other countries encounter other things, can we still expect them to lend a helping hand
"yes!"
"I don't like it. They are a bunch of hypocritical guys."
"Of course, that was Scrimgeour's final choice. The British Ministry of Magic could not have tolerated it. He just pointed out the problem nakedly."
Albert no longer had any hope that the future would follow the original plot of the novel. The strong wind created by the flapping of his wings like a butterfly had already brought about earth-shaking changes in many things in the future.
That was why he did so many things to completely encircle Voldemort.
"It was you who taught Scrimgeour to do that." Yin Zebel was not too surprised.
"I was only offering Scrimgeour some trivial advice." Albert gestured with his finger and thumb.
"The minister's senior adviser!" Yin Zebel joked.
Albert gave Skreinje a lot of ideas, especially many of the Ministry of Magic's current radical policies, which were inextricably linked to him.
“It can only be considered a cooperative relationship, where everyone benefits and wins.”
Albert glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up and said, "It's almost time, they should be here soon, I'll go outside to pick them up first."
"be safe."
"I will."
Albert picked up the wand on the table, kissed Yinzebel on the cheek, nodded slightly to Mrs. McDougal who was carrying the cut apples, and walked out.
Then, wait in the next room.
After a while, Dobby the house-elf fetched the two healers.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary." Albert nodded slightly to the two ladies as a greeting.
"here it is… "
Both of them were a little surprised that the rich Albert would live here.
However, they soon realized that they had guessed wrong.
"This is a Muggle apartment, please follow me!" Albert took the two to a nearby safe house.
Looking at the cumbersome way of entry, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary looked at each other, obviously surprised at Albert's strict protection of his family.
"This place is protected by the Fidelius Charm," Albert explained to them, "Please wash your face here."
"What's the point of this?" Mrs. Daisy asked curiously.
"Similar to the goblin's anti-thief waterfall, it can wash away spells on the body, including the Imperius Curse. Of course, this potion is somewhat difficult to prepare, and the effect is relatively general." Albert explained.
"There is such a magical potion?" Madam Mary looked at Albert suspiciously, and finally couldn't help asking, "You invented it."
"If no one else invented it, then it should be me." Albert took them into the living room, walked to Yin Zebeier, and introduced them to the two, "This is my wife, Yin Zebeier."
"Hello." Yin Zebel greeted the two therapists with a smile.
"It should be more than three months!"
Mrs. Daisy looked at Yinzebel's abdomen and immediately made a judgment.
"Almost four months." Yin Zebel nodded.
"Let's go to the specially prepared medical room!"
Mrs. McDougal reached out and helped Yinzebel up, motioning to Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary to follow her to the medical room next door which was converted from a study.
“The environment here is even better than St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.” Lady Mary muttered softly as she looked at the clean and bright room.
The room is fully equipped with almost everything that can be found in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Of course, there is nothing special that needs to be prepared in wizard hospitals, and many therapists rely on wands and potions to treat patients.
Albert sat in an armchair against the wall, watching the two therapists give Yin Zebel a full-body examination. Listening to the conversation between the four people, Albert realized that wizards could not accurately predict the time of a child's birth like Muggles. They could only reduce the time to a certain range through speculation.
Yin Zebel was lucky, as there was no other girl in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries who was expecting to give birth at the same time as her.
"She's very healthy. You take good care of her." Mrs. Daisy said to Albert with a smile after giving Yinzebel a full body check-up.
"Do we need to identify the baby's gender?" Mrs. Mary asked the couple for their opinions. "We can do it in three or four months."
"No need for that, I already know the gender of the baby."
"Already know?"
Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary were both a little stunned, obviously unable to understand how Albert knew this.
"I'm a fortune teller, and it's not difficult for me to know the gender of the child." Albert explained to the two.
"You must be a great fortune teller." Mrs. Mary complimented, and handed Albert a list of precautions for pregnant women, and reminded him carefully, being very serious and responsible.
After all, they would feel uneasy if they did nothing after collecting so many Galleons, so both of them tried their best.
There's nothing I can do about it. Albert gave me too much.
"It seems that the Galleons you paid have taken effect."
After Mrs. McDougal sent the two therapists away, Yinzebel said to Albert with a smile.
"That's normal. As long as you pay them enough, they will put their utmost effort to take good care of you." Albert kissed Yin Zebel's forehead and said.
"You won't threaten them, will you?" Yin Zebel pouted and smiled happily.
"They know very well that if they take the money, they have to do things well. If they mess up, they will have to pay the price." Albert helped Yin Zebel into the suitcase, let her sit on the sofa, and then went outside to wait for Mrs. McDougal to come back, ready to go straight home.
At this moment, Albert found that his wrist had responded. It was an urgent message from Brother Wesley. He took out his communication pen and unfolded it to check the message: Cedric was in trouble.