"You're still not going to give up?"
Looking at the message from Scrimgeour, Albert put down the communication card and murmured, "But it seems that I am not qualified to say anything."
Everyone has the right to make their own choices.
Scrimgeour was still making his final struggle, although in Albert's opinion it was completely futile. But if he were Scrimgeour, he would probably do the same. No one was willing to accept his fate.
However, some things are just so cruel.
If Scrimgeour himself had the power of Dumbledore, perhaps all this would be different.
There is a high probability that he will turn the tables and become a legendary Minister of Magic.
However, Scrimgeour himself does not have the power to fight Voldemort, and what's worse is that the current political environment is much worse than when Millicent Barnold was Minister.
Scrimgeour's experience made Albert feel again that all his previous efforts were worthwhile.
Only by having power can you take control of your own destiny.
At least when faced with this catastrophe that swept the entire British wizarding world, he could still deal with it calmly and not be swayed by the bad situation and become one of those poor people who were stuck in the mud and struggling.
"Okay, let's meet him. I have to go back to England in a couple of days anyway, so I might as well meet him. Maybe I'll have a chance to receive a big gift from him."
After Albert replied to Scrimgeour, he turned his head to look at Inzebel who was still sleeping beside him, then looked up at the metal box on the bedside table where the Elder Wand was kept, and murmured, "Be patient, wait another year, and after the mysterious man dies, you can live the life you like."
Albert knew very well that what he needed most now was patience, and he would often remind himself to be patient.
One year is actually a very short time. Even if he has to wait two or three years, he can still accept it.
Now everything must be stable.
After all, he was no longer alone.
Now that he has a wife, children, and has become the leader of dozens of people, he must be steady in what he does because he has to be responsible for others.
Even with the Elder Wand, Albert would not be so arrogant as to think that he could change everything. That would undoubtedly be quite stupid.
Moreover, his enemy was Voldemort. Albert would never be so stupid as to think that he could kill the most vicious dark wizard in history with just a disarming spell. That was a treatment that only the protagonist deserved.
What he should do is to continuously weaken Voldemort's power through various means and then give him a fatal blow.
Even Dumbledore spent a lot of effort to defeat Grindelwald.
A few days later, somewhere in a remote suburb of London, England.
Albert, who had just used Apparition to come directly from France, was leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Long-distance Apparition was not much more comfortable than using a portkey.
Maybe, next time I should come in several times.
Although he knew he could Apparate over longer distances, that would undoubtedly be a suicidal act.
Ever since he got the Elder Wand and possessed such power, Albert could feel that he was losing his awe. He actually regretted inheriting the Elder Wand from Dumbledore.
Although that thing would ensure his ultimate victory, Albert could indeed feel himself being affected by the wand.
That's a big pit.
No wonder Dumbledore wanted to give him that wand.
By the way, was Harry able to resist the temptation of the Elder Wand at the beginning because he was the savior, or because he didn't truly feel the power of that wand
Or, were you influenced by a particular author
Never mind. None of this matters.
Albert put the old wand into the deformed lizard skin bag and took out the wand that was said to bring luck. "I really like my own wand better."
Albert is not short of power, and he doesn't need the magic wand in his life. Maybe he will need it in experiments in the future, but definitely not now.
"Only small fry would become obsessed with power and lose themselves."
Albert didn't think of himself as a small fry, and in an instant he realized why he brought the Elder Wand.
"Am I so insecure? It's all the fault of the Noseless Monster."
Ever since being targeted by the mysterious man and the Death Eaters, Albert has been suffering from paranoia.
Although he always thought that a mild case of paranoia was necessary.
“Really.”
Albert found the thoughts that popped up in his mind funny. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and looked at the street shrouded in white fog.
Ever since Voldemort and his Death Eaters stopped caring about the Ministry of Magic and began to act without scruples, Dementors have been roaming directly over Muggle cities, devouring their happiness wantonly and even starting to reproduce on a large scale.
Densely populated London has become a paradise for Dementors. Even during the day, you can see Dementors wandering around.
Even though the Ministry of Magic has been trying to disperse these Dementors, there has never been a good way. After all, there are only a limited number of Ministry of Magic employees who know how to use the Patronus Charm, and they have no way to deal with a large number of Dementors.
Even if you drive them away temporarily, those nasty dark creatures will still come back.
When the Ministry of Magic was unable to drive away all those hateful Dementors, its weakness was immediately exposed.
Although Scrimgeour was very annoyed about this, he had no choice but to let the Dementors wreak havoc over London.
“What a hassle.”
Albert frowned slightly, raised his wand and sprayed out a large amount of thick fog, making the surrounding fog thicker.
He then summoned his Patronus and drove away all the Dementors around him.
Although doing so involves some risks, it is still necessary to avoid the Dementors, because those monsters recognize people by smell and emotions and are likely to see through his disguise directly.
A ball of light passed through the thick fog, and the Dementors, which were originally enjoying a delicious meal, fled in all directions as if they had encountered their natural enemy.
A middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper seemed to notice something. He looked up at the increasingly thick white fog outside the window and frowned slightly.
Then, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open and a middle-aged man with blond hair walked in.
“Is this going to be a party?”
He glanced at the customers in the shop and said something puzzling.
Finally, the middle-aged man's gaze fell on Scrimgeour, who was drinking coffee and reading a book at the table in the middle of the coffee shop, and he walked over there.
"You are really brave!"
Albert pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Scrimgeour. "If You-Know-Who really wants to get rid of you, these Aurors can't keep you safe."
"Aren't you still here?" said Scrimgeour nonchalantly.
"That's true, but I still think you shouldn't take the risk." Albert glanced at the coffee that the female Auror placed in front of him and continued, "I'm not Dumbledore. I don't have much experience in protecting people, so I may not be able to protect you."
As he spoke, Albert turned his head to look in a certain direction, squinted his eyes and said, "Also, you really know how to choose the time to meet."