"It looks like the game is over?"
"Yes, it was wonderful, Harry did a good job." Albert said with a smile, "I haven't seen the Gryffindor team win such a hearty victory in a long time."
"I remember you were pretty good at Quidditch, too."
"People have limited energy, so we have to make choices." Albert brought the topic back to the topic, "How is it used over there?"
"We have found the approximate location you predicted." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from the window, "However, they did not find the bodies of Cassandra Vabrsky and her family. How about you do another divination so that we don't have to look around again?"
"Okay, I guess it's turned into a corpse or stone." Albert took out the crystal ball and continued to predict the whereabouts of the corpse.
"Do you think they don't want anyone to know about this?" Dumbledore asked Albert who was doing divination, "Or do they just dispose of the body at random?"
"I hope it's the latter." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and asked, "Do you think he doesn't want anyone to know about this?"
"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "Cassandra should have expected that Voldemort would come looking for her, otherwise she would not have allowed herself to be hospitalized. Unfortunately, she still underestimated Voldemort."
"If I had left England or found a place to hide, I wouldn't have encountered such misfortune." Albert focused all his attention on the crystal ball in front of him. "So, I never underestimate the mysterious man, and I will never joke with my own life."
"Voldemort is indeed not a good guy, but many people still hold on to hope." Dumbledore can actually understand the thoughts of ordinary people. Everyone just wants to live a good life.
"This is how normal people think. No one wants to be involved in this cruel war, but they have no choice, right?" Albert put away the prophecy ball and said, "Near a Muggle village, the bodies were turned into a pile of stones and thrown away at random."
"We should get going."
Dumbledore raised his arm, and when Albert put his hand on it, he was immediately apparated away.
As soon as Albert's vision returned to normal, he felt a cold wind blowing in his face. He found himself standing in the wilderness, surrounded by several unfamiliar figures. Perhaps hearing the sound of Apparition, several wizards raised their wands and pointed them in this direction.
"Dumbledore!"
Kingslai looked at Dumbledore in surprise, and his eyes fell on Albert who was looking around. He was obviously very surprised at Albert's arrival.
“You look busy!”
Albert tapped his body with his wand and instantly put on a thick cloak to protect himself from the cold wind outside.
"The Aurors in the Ministry all have other things to do, so now many non-dangerous matters are handed over to the crisis response team to handle." Kingsley was also quite helpless about this. The crisis response team now became errand boys for the Ministry of Magic, but the Aurors could not be asked to divide their energy to deal with these trivial matters. They had more dangerous things to deal with.
"Did you find it?" Dumbledore asked.
"not yet… "
"I guess you've come to the wrong place. The place for my divination is not here!" Albert looked at the village not far away and suspected that this group of people were waiting here for them to come and act together. After all, that would be safer.
"Come with me!"
Dumbledore walked forward at a brisk pace, leading everyone to an abandoned village nearby.
After looking around, Albert waved his wand and a pile of corpses appeared out of thin air on the empty ground.
"Transfiguration," he explained to the group, "the Death Eaters turned the body into a pile of stone and dumped it here haphazardly."
Albert waved his wand again, arranging these people neatly in front of everyone, and looked for Cassandra among the pile of corpses.
There is no doubt that the old man who lived for a century is dead.
"I really don't understand why Voldemort wants to kill them."
While the wizards were helping to deal with the bodies of Cassandra's family, Kings came over to the two of them to discuss the matter, and the others around them also pricked up their ears and eavesdropped curiously.
"The You-Know-Who probably wants to use divination to achieve some purpose." Albert turned his head to look at Dumbledore and suddenly asked a strange question: "What do you think is the probability that she is a fake?"
"Fake?" Kingslai was a little stunned. He didn't understand what Albert meant. Could the corpse be fake
"You mean the compound potion?"
Dumbledore reacted quickly and immediately understood what Albert meant.
Mainly, Barty Crouch Jr.'s mother and Peter's mother used compound potions to transform themselves into their own sons and died in Azkaban prison.
If you die after taking the compound potion, you will not return to your original appearance.
This was also the way out that Albert provided to Scrimgeour, letting a dark wizard be killed by the mysterious man instead of him.
As long as Scrimgeour died and left Britain and never appeared again, basically no one would notice anything was wrong, and no one would bother a dead person.
"It's possible, but it's unlikely. And why would Voldemort do this?" Dumbledore looked at Albert and frowned slightly.
If the mysterious man really did this, how much must he hate Albert to set such a trap
"It's always better to be careful."
Albert took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Kings, saying, "Try this thing. I'm not sure whether the antidote is effective on the dead."
As expected, the antidote had no effect on Cassandra's body, or rather, it was Cassandra's own body.
"Isn't it because Cassandra refused to help with the prophecy that Voldemort killed their entire family?" Kings was a little confused, feeling that this matter seemed different from what he thought.
"Of course not. Cassandra must have made a prophecy for the mysterious man." Albert reminded: "As long as you carefully calculate the time when Cassandra disappeared, you will know. Otherwise, she would not have died recently. I never thought that the mysterious man would have a good temper... to tolerate someone going against his will."
"But why did the mysterious man kill his entire family?"
"Maybe she lied, maybe the mysterious man... who knows." Albert shook his head and said, "After all, the mysterious man himself is an elusive madman."
"What did you find?"
Albert saw Dumbledore bend down and pick something up from Cassandra's fingers.
"Some clues, very likely the secret code Cassandra left for you!" Dumbledore took out a few things that looked like hair and looked them over in front of his eyes.
"Can you translate it?" Albert narrowed his eyes and stared at a strand of hair in Dumbledore's hand. There seemed to be some strange knots on it.
"In the end, we got a string of numbers: 1227, 624, 815." Dumbledore looked at Albert and asked, "What do you think these three numbers represent?"
"Dates." Albert said without hesitation, "The three time points should be December 27th, June 24th, and August 15th."
"date?"
Kings was even more confused. How on earth did Albert think of the date in the first place? Why did he feel like a fool who knew nothing
"But why did Cassandra keep these dates?"
"She probably wants to imply that something bad is likely to happen on these three dates." Dumbledore glanced at Albert. He felt that Albert probably knew something.
"No, I mean she seemed pretty sure we would find her body." Kingsley felt the whole thing was becoming more and more confusing.
"Rather, she thought I would confirm whether she was dead or not." Albert felt that he might be overly suspicious. If all these corpses were fake, then this trap would be so big that it would kill him.
However, when Dumbledore said that he had found the clue, his suspicion had been reduced a lot, because June 24 should be the date of Dumbledore's death, August 15 is likely to be the time of Scrimgeour's death, and December 27 should correspond to himself.
Of course, this was also something Voldemort had woven together, but the possibility was actually very small.
After the bodies were handed over to the Ministry of Magic for disposal, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts School with Albert.
"What did you find?" Dumbledore placed three strands of white hair on the table.
"According to my prediction, you will most likely die in June." Albert picked up the warm black tea and took a sip.
"You think June 24th is the date of my death." Dumbledore accepted this very quickly. He did not shy away from his own death and seemed to be considering whether to set the date at this time.
"August 15th is very likely the time of Scrimgeour's death." Albert put down his teacup and continued to speculate: "Although I haven't divined the exact time, Scrimgeour's death should be around this time. And I suspect the time may not be accurate. It should be said that this is just a prediction range."
"Do you have any plans for December 27th?" Dumbledore seemed to realize something
"Hermione wants to send her family away, and she hopes I can provide some help." Albert narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Cassandra may have predicted this and told the mysterious man."
Dumbledore stared at the hair on the table for a while, then sighed softly and said, "I roughly know what prophecies she made for Voldemort."
"It's not hard to guess, is it?" Albert said softly. He didn't blame Cassandra, because she was dead anyway.
"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked again.
"It depends on the situation. If there is danger, we must avoid it!" Albert said without hesitation, "As long as we avoid it, the prophecy will most likely fail. Umbridge once successfully avoided a prophecy because she did not go to the Forbidden Forest. Otherwise, she would definitely have received a warm welcome from the centaurs."
"The time can be advanced." Dumbledore took out a quill and wrote something on the parchment. "There is no need to take risks. If Miss Granger needs leave for something, I can grant her a few days of leave so that she can go back early to deal with family matters."
"You are very humane."