The window glass creaked in the rain and snow. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace, but the house was still a little cold. Albert put a few more magic stoves to keep warm. Everyone was doing their own things in the living room.
"Dear, is there anything to make you so happy?"
"Cassandra Wabrsky seems to be dead." Albert stared at the crystal ball in front of him, but said something extremely cruel, "Their whole family is dead."
Katrina, who was originally flipping through her notes, suddenly looked up at Albert and asked, "Why are you like this? Do you have a grudge against each other?"
"No hatred." Albert shook his head and said, "We have never met."
"Then how did you ..."
"Did the mysterious man finally kill their whole family?" Yin Zebel didn't seem surprised by this, but instead looked as if it was expected.
"Yes, he is a mysterious man after all. You can hardly expect him to abide by the agreement. Cassandra Vabrsky lost the bet in the end."
Albert was not surprised by this. It was obviously very difficult to expect mercy from the mysterious man.
"Lost the bet?" Katrina was confused.
"Cassandra probably helped the mysterious man with divination in exchange for her family's survival. She actually knew that the probability of the mysterious man keeping his promise was not high, but she still took the gamble, but obviously lost in the end. After Cassandra Wabraski's death, the mysterious man disposed of her entire family." Albert briefly explained the situation.
He actually thought that a great fortune teller like Cassandra Vabrsky would definitely be able to guess the final outcome, but in order to give her family a chance of survival, she still did it. However, she ultimately failed to escape, which made him feel inexplicably sad.
"If you hadn't hidden, you would have ended up like this."
Albert glanced at Katrina and said, "Many wizards in Britain think that the Second Wizarding War has little to do with them, especially those pure-bloods who think that as long as they don't confront the You-Know-Who head-on, they will be fine. But when they are really affected and dragged into the war, they will understand how stupid this idea is."
"In order to achieve his goal, the mysterious man can do whatever it takes."
"Is that really the case?"
Katrina actually understood it, but she just didn't feel too much about it. Cassandra Vabrsky's tragedy served as a wake-up call for her.
"Are you planning to go out?" Yin Zebeier turned his head and asked.
"Someone has to help collect their bodies, otherwise they will probably disappear into thin air," Albert said softly.
"Someone seems to wish her death?"
"Are you going by yourself?" Yin Zebeier asked again.
"With Dumbledore."
"You really are..."
Yin Zebel actually understood what Albert meant. He was going to use this incident to warn everyone. Maybe they had guessed the result when they learned that Cassandra Wabraski and other relatives were missing, but without seeing the truth, they could still hold on to their luck and bury their heads in the ground like ostriches. But when the bloody eucalyptus was placed in front of them, they had to think about the problem.
"Many people are holding on to their luck. If it were me, I would probably be the same!" Albert went to the study to pass a message to Dumbledore, preparing to visit him at Hogwarts and discuss how to deal with the matter.
Of course, he actually intended to confirm whether Cassandra Vabraskey was really dead, which was very important, so Albert asked Dumbledore to do it.
The elderly man seemed equally surprised by this incident. He seemed to be thinking of something, and the expression on his face was soon replaced by solemnity.
"You think Voldemort got a glimpse of the future from Cassandra Vabraskey?"
“Obviously.”
Albert drank black tea and spoke calmly.
“Although I don’t know what he predicted, the result is actually not difficult to guess.
"Voldemort wants to kill me, you and Scrimgeour." Dumbledore said softly. The three of them were on Voldemort's blacklist and were more hated by Voldemort than Harry.
"That's about it. I think he probably saw part of your future, or the date of your death. As for me, I've been hiding in the house protected by the Fidelius Charm recently. It's not easy to predict me directly."
Albert put down his teacup, took out a bag from his pocket, took out a prophecy ball from the bag and handed it to Dumbledore.
"Their bodies were probably dumped in this area, and I thought it would be best to deal with them."
"It's time to remind others. You haven't found the exact location yet, right?" Dumbledore planned to contact the Ministry of Magic and ask their people to help look for it.
"Do you think he knows that we have set our sights on his treasure?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.
"I think the probability is not too high. If the You-Know-Who can't think of it, it's basically impossible for him to peek into this part of the future. If Cassandra Vabrsky really helped the You-Know-Who to make a prediction, then he would definitely see your death and Scrimgeour's death." Albert thought about it and reminded: "Oh, there's one more thing."
"What's up?"
"Because of my prediction, many people have realized that your situation is not good."
"Will Scrimgeour die too?" Dumbledore fell into a brief silence.
"Once you die, he will naturally die too." Albert said calmly, "The You-Know-Who will definitely get rid of him first, because Scrimgeour is in the way! However, Scrimgeour himself is mentally prepared."
"The Quidditch match should be starting soon. By the time you finish watching the game, you should be able to find the approximate location over there." Dumbledore nodded and talked about another thing.
"Harry is the Gryffindor Quidditch captain this year, right?" Albert took out his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time, planning to go watch the game later.
"Thanks to you, Harry has matured a lot, which makes me feel more at ease." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I have to talk to Scrimgeour about this."
"See you later!"
After leaving the headmaster's office, Albert walked alone through the deserted entrance hall to the Quidditch pitch.
The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin has begun, and people are cheering for Gryffindor's overwhelming victory.
However, there was a figure in the audience that didn't fit in with the atmosphere here.
"You don't seem very happy." Albert sat down next to him.
"Ah, why are you here?"
After hearing the familiar voice, Hermione suddenly turned her head and looked to the side, and was startled by Albert who appeared quietly beside her.
"I have something to ask Dumbledore. He said there was a Quidditch match here, so I came to take a look." Albert turned his gaze towards the Quidditch field and looked at the Gryffindor team scoring a goal. He said happily, "It seems that Harry did a good job. It's rare to see them win so cleanly."
All Gryffindor students hoped that their team would beat the Slytherins badly.
"that… "
Hermione looked at Albert's profile, hesitated for a long time, and finally told Albert about Harry using the Felix Felicis Potion on Ron.
"Oh, so that's how it is. No wonder you don't look happy." Albert applauded with everyone. Ron was in very good shape and successfully prevented Slytherin from pursuing a goal with his hand.
"I would rather Harry win fairly." Hermione looked conflicted, as if she was considering how to deal with this matter.
"In fact, you can't be sure whether Harry used Felix Felicis." Albert comforted him softly, "Maybe you should wait until after the game to talk to them about it. Also, although you may feel that it is illegal for Harry to use Felix Felicis on Ron, there are many such things in the world. When you leave school in the future, you will encounter them frequently. This world has always been like this."
"But it's illegal. Professor Slughorn said that Felicis is prohibited during competitions."
"Whether it is legal or not is determined by people. As long as it is not discovered, it is legal." Albert corrected: "You are too naive, Hermione. Think about what would happen if the Slytherin team used the Felixir? Think about the flying broom used by Slytherin College. Do you think that is really fair? Don't let the law easily restrict your thinking. You must know that the so-called law is actually just made by the rulers to restrain ordinary people. People usually use it to maintain order, not fairness, let alone justice."
"If you can't let it go, go talk to Harry. There might be something hidden." Albert watched Ron's wonderful save. "I think they will definitely give you an answer. Generally, arrogant people disdain to use this method to win."
"But… "
"What you see may not be true," Albert reminded. "Communication is the best way to solve the problem, rather than dwelling on it and guessing."
"After the game is over, I will talk to Harry about this." Hermione suppressed her irritability and changed the subject, asking, "Do you often do illegal things?"
"Ah, I do it often, as long as no one knows." Albert shrugged nonchalantly, "There's a saying, rules are dead, people are alive, there's really no need to care too much about those things, and if you want to ask anything, just ask directly."
"Are you really going to recruit people in school?"
"Yes, I do have such a plan." Albert did not deny it. "At least that's more reliable. Although my black magic level is a little low, it will be much better after some training."
"But... why?"
"Prepare for the future." Albert turned his head to look at Hermione and said.
"The future is bad? In recent years?"
"Well, it's not good. The situation may get completely out of control next year. You'd better be prepared." Albert invited with a smile, "I remember that you should be an adult. You can consider joining the Defense Association. Well, I forgot to send you a birthday present this year."
"I don't care about these things." Hermione shook her head, "I care more about what will happen next year."
"The time has not yet come. It will not do you any good to know some things in advance. You will know them naturally in the future." Albert did not intend to reveal too much information.
"So mysterious." Hermione hated mystery. "Then why did you come to see Dumbledore?"
"Let's go and help Cassandra Vabrsky collect her body, and make sure she's dead." Albert didn't hide this matter, it wasn't a big deal anyway.
"The one from 'Seeing the Future Through the Mist'?" Hermione remembered reading about this incident in the newspaper. "Did the You-Know-Who really kidnap her?"
"right."
"She's dead?"
"Probably. After all, she was captured by a mysterious person. She wasn't as sensible as Ollivander. She was also very old and couldn't stand the torture. It's not surprising that she died."
"Mr. Ollivander is still alive." Hermione heard another shocking news.
"Anyone with a normal brain will know the value of Ollivander, and he himself is very sensible." Albert suddenly stood up and applauded with everyone, "Well, the game is over, I think I should go."
"that… "
"Is there anything else?" Albert stopped and asked.
"I want my family to leave the UK."
"It's a wise choice. Britain is indeed not very safe right now." Albert agreed with Hermione's approach.
"Can you help me?"
"Sometimes it's more troublesome to be associated with me." Albert looked at the expression on Hermione's face, sighed softly and suggested, "You can go back and spend the last Christmas with them. As for whether to tamper with their memories, it's up to you. Anyway, I didn't tamper with my family's memories, and I believe you can survive this wizard war."
"Thank you."
Hermione thanked Albert and hurried to the Gryffindor locker room.
Just then, there was a collision sound from the commentary desk, followed by Professor McGonagall's scolding.
Albert retracted his gaze, blended himself into the chaotic crowd, and disappeared.