As April approaches, the temperature outside begins to warm up, and the lilac flowers in the yard are regaining new life with the arrival of spring.
Albert sat on the sofa in the sunroom, enjoying the long-lost morning sunshine while reading the latest issue of the newspaper.
He looked up at the McDougal sisters who were walking in the courtyard, smiled and waved to Yin Zebel, then turned his attention back to the latest headlines.
"It is unrealistic to expect a group of lunatics to behave themselves."
It was several days later when he got the latest news from the newspaper. He put down the newspaper, picked up his wand and summoned a notebook, and wrote down the useful information in the notebook:
Angelina is attacked, Claire goes missing, and Damocles is tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.
"If Angelina's attack and Claire's disappearance are related to me, then why was Damocles tortured by the Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse?" Albert always felt that these three things gave him a strong sense of incongruity.
"To find me?"
Albert really couldn't understand. Although the two sides did have a deep hatred, after Voldemort controlled Mrs. Dale and Mrs. Mary, they should not try to find him.
But this unreasonable thing still happened.
To confuse right and wrong, or...
Who is trying to find me
Albert picked up the magic wand on the table and summoned the crystal ball in the study out of thin air. Then he placed his hand gently on the crystal ball and stared at the figure that appeared in the billowing smoke. His expression became very strange.
"Bellatrix Strange." Albert whispered the name of the culprit.
"What does that crazy woman want to do? Find me, or..."
If Voldemort took any action, he would definitely receive some news.
So, this is all more like Bellatrix acting on her own
Well, it's not surprising that she hates herself.
Besides, lunatics are impossible to reason with.
"Indeed, we should arrange for her to be taken care of as soon as possible." Albert murmured. He felt that a certain plan should be put on the agenda.
However, Damocles was unlucky enough as he had clearly suggested that the other party hide in other countries for a while.
Unfortunately, the potion master not only did not leave Britain, but also did not accept the Ministry of Magic's invitation for protection, trying to use his bloodline (pure blood) and reputation to remain neutral in this wizard war. However, when Damocles was targeted by the Death Eaters, he was not as lucky as Hercule Dagworth.
"Whose fate are you spying on again?"
Katrina helped Yin Zebel sit on the sofa, her eyes swept across the crystal ball and newspapers on the table, and finally fell on a strange hospital leaflet.
"It makes me sound like a voyeur."
Albert ignored Katrina's teasing and turned his head to look at his wife. Except for her breathing becoming a little rapid, Yin Zebel was in good condition otherwise.
"Severe Hospital?"
Katrina picked up the hospital flyer, carefully read the contents, and then turned her head to ask Albert: "Have you reserved a Muggle hospital for Yin Zebel?"
Albert reached out and took the flyer from Katrina's hand, saying meaningfully, "This is not for Yin Zebel."
"He's so mysterious all the time."
Katrina curled her lips and picked up the Daily Prophet to read the front-page news.
Then, she looked up at Albert in surprise, "Have those Death Eaters not given up on looking for you?"
“Obviously.”
"Those people would probably hate you!" Katrina suddenly said, "If it weren't for you..."
"Hate me?" Albert asked as if he didn't understand, "Why should they hate me?"
"Hate you for affecting them." Katrina reminded.
"They should hate Death Eaters," said Albert.
"You know, they dare not." Katrina had a hint of self-mockery and sarcasm on her face. She was well aware of the awe that ordinary people had for the Death Eaters, and she was even more aware that they would hate Albert even more and think it was all Albert's fault.
There are many people like this.
"If they don't even have the courage to hate the Death Eaters, then it means they are a bunch of useless bullies who only care about the weak and are not worthy of sympathy at all." Albert's tone was still calm. Perhaps he would sympathize with these unfortunate guys, but if those people did not want revenge, but transferred their hatred to him out of fear, then they deserved their misfortune and did not deserve Albert's sympathy at all.
As for their misfortune and hatred, what did it have to do with him, Albert
It can't be said that everyone who was persecuted by the Death Eaters was affected by Albert.
"You are still as cold-blooded as ever when dealing with those irrelevant people." Katrina felt that Albert threw those unfortunate people aside like throwing away garbage.
"People are like this. They are too busy watching the fun to care about the lives of those irrelevant people!" Albert put his ear lightly on Yin Zebel's belly and said extremely cruel words calmly.
"Some things can only be done, not said!" Yin Zebel lowered his head and kissed Albert's forehead.
"That's why most people are hypocritical, and they pretend they're not hypocritical. They're just a bunch of double-standard dogs."
"You sound honest." Katrina looked at the intimate couple and changed the subject, asking, "When are we leaving England?"
"The end of May." Albert said without hesitation.
"You should come with us, right?" Katrina asked on behalf of Yin Zebel.
"Well, I'm afraid I'll have to run back and forth. Something big might happen in the UK in mid-June, and I'll have to stay in the UK to control the situation."
"More important than the birth of your child." Katrina raised her eyebrows slightly to express her dissatisfaction.
"I have a time turner, so there will be no problem then," Albert comforted.
"Oh, you still have that thing, I almost forgot about it." Katrina didn't ask any more questions. After being with Albert for so long, she understood that it would be difficult to change this man's mind.
Maybe Yin Zebel has a way, but she has no objection, so what objection can she have
"Honey, I have an appointment this afternoon, so I may not be able to come back for dinner at noon." Albert bent down and kissed his wife's forehead, picked up the wand from the table and put it back into the wand case, and then stuffed the flyer into his pocket.
"Be careful on the road." Yin Zebel warned.
"You just indulge him like that?"
Looking at Albert's departing back, Katrina turned her gaze back to her dear sister.
“That’s not good.”
"You can't always tie him down. Everyone has his own things to do, and Albert must have something important to do." Yin Zebel continued to flip through the parenting book, "Besides, being too entangled will make people bored."
"What could be more important than you and the baby in your belly?" Katrina curled her lips.
"So..." Yin Zebeier shook his head and said, "You really don't understand him."
…
Colchester, Essex.
Professor Manshter was sitting in a coffee shop, stirring the coffee in his hand carelessly, and occasionally looking outside the shop or at the pocket watch on his wrist.
He was waiting for someone, a sponsor who was willing to donate to the hospital.
This kind of thing happens more than a dozen times a year in the hospital, and Professor Manshter has had the honor of receiving several of them, so he came especially early today.
The copper bell of the coffee shop rang, and a middle-aged man with red hair and wearing a suit came in from outside.
"Professor Manshit, I hope I'm not late."
The red-haired man walked to the corner of the coffee shop and extended his hand to Professor Manshit in a friendly manner.
"No no Mr. Edes, I came early."
Professor Manshte quickly stretched out his hand and shook hands with the red-haired man in front of him, making a gesture of invitation to him.
After the two sat down, they got straight to the point and talked about the purpose of today's meeting: donation.
That's right, Edes, or should I say Albert, plans to donate a sum of pounds to Professor Manster's hospital, and the hospital where Professor Manster works will be responsible for helping to treat a patient he sent there in the near future.
Of course, even if the person is not sick, we can help issue a diagnosis and even help take care of the patient for the rest of his life.
For such thoughtful service, you only need to pay a small amount of medical treatment and hospitalization fees each year, and the price is only slightly higher than that of a nursing home.
"We will ensure the patient receives the best possible care until she fully recovers."
“Can I visit the patient?”
"Of course, you can come to visit the patient at any time, but in order to avoid irritating the patient, we generally do not recommend it."
"If necessary, we can send you a diagnosis every month, while the patient's family can keep an eye on the patient's condition at any time."
Professor Manster smiled and introduced the thoughtful service of Sever Hospital to Albert. Those who didn't know the situation thought it was a regular hospital.
"Oh, that's the best." Albert nodded and suddenly said, "She's a bit crazy, her mind isn't quite right, she likes to talk nonsense, and she has a serious tendency towards violence."
"Not only does he like to beat people," he added, "he also has severe hallucinations."
"Oh, my God, you should send the person here for treatment earlier. We have rich experience to help you solve the problem." Professor Manster became more enthusiastic because he found that the person who would be sent here might be a mental patient, which was really great.
"Can it be cured?"
"Whether it can be cured can only be determined after the diagnosis is confirmed," said Professor Manschit. "Generally, it takes ten to fifteen years. We have hundreds of successful recovery cases."
After friendly discussions between the two parties, Albert made a donation of approximately $500,000.
This money was not Albert's own, but the inheritance of villagers who were harmed by Death Eaters and dark wizards. Albert just collected this part of the pounds and used it reasonably, which was also a revenge for those innocent Muggles who died tragically.
Albert was quite satisfied that he had done a good thing for himself and completed a task.
As for turning Bellatrix into a homeless person without any memories, he felt that sending the woman to a mental hospital would be a more appropriate option.
After all, she was indeed a crazy woman, and it would obviously be more appropriate for her to be placed in a mental hospital.