"You're back?"
Yin Zebel rushed forward and gave Albert a big hug, then began to check his body carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was fine.
"Don't worry dear, how's Alice?"
Albert kissed Yin Zebel's flustered cheek, trying to distract her.
"I just ate and fell asleep again."
Yin Zebel hugged Albert tightly, she knew very well what happened tonight.
"How is Scrimgeour?"
Katrina also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Albert and poured him a cup of black tea.
"Probably... dead. Although Scrimgeour took Felix Felicis, I don't think it could have saved him. Felix Felicis is not a lucky potion after all, and it can't really bring luck to people."
Albert had actually anticipated Scrimgeour's fate, especially after he rejected his initial proposal and became a gambler.
Although Scrimgeour did have a glimmer of hope, when he used the impostor to attract the attention of the You-Know-Who, Voldemort would probably no longer be able to tolerate him living.
I just don't know whether Scrimgeour will eventually kill all the subdued dark wizards in one go and retake the British Ministry of Magic, or...
No, that is highly unlikely.
Albert never thought that those slow-moving guys could evacuate before Voldemort and his Death Eaters arrived. If they killed all the dark wizards but were blocked by Voldemort, the result would probably be difficult to resolve.
However, that was only the worst outcome, and Albert did not think the situation would develop into the worst case scenario.
After all, Scrimgeour, who had taken the Felixir, would definitely have a way to handle things, especially since Albert did not stay. He would definitely not be stupid enough to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters head-on.
"So, the British wizarding world is going to fall into complete chaos?" Katrina simply couldn't imagine how bad the situation would become.
"Don't worry, British wizards can bear it." Albert took a sip of tea and said, "Maybe their lives won't be too comfortable, but they can definitely bear the pressure of such a life."
He knows it very well.
Even if the world really ends, what can they do
Life has to go on, and they can only wait for the disaster to come, and then use up everything they have to endure this devastating disaster.
Only a small number of people have the courage to stand up and resist, and the Muggle wizards who are affected are likely to die tragically in Azkaban, but they account for a small proportion of the entire wizarding world.
Albert never thought that the plot, which had been glossed over in previous novels, would be reversed because of his insignificant warning. Only a few Muggle wizards would be alert and react to it, as they were more accustomed to going with the flow.
As for how tragic things would be next, Albert didn't want to think about it, but he believed that the existence of the Defense Association could give everyone a glimmer of hope.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yin Zebel leaned over and kissed Albert on the cheek, then called the house elf to bring dinner. Although they went to Bill and Furong's wedding, they had almost nothing to eat except some pumpkin juice at the banquet.
“I wonder if things will turn out the worst.”
Albert started to enjoy the freshly heated seafood pasta; he was indeed hungry.
"You've tried your best," Yin Zebeier comforted him, "Besides, they can't always rely on you."
"you're right!"
After finishing his dinner, Albert went to see Alice who was sleeping, then sat on the sofa in the living room and talked with the McDougal sisters about the subsequent development and focus of the Defense Association.
"You are so ambitious!"
After learning that Albert wanted to build a wizard village of his own, Katrina suddenly found that she couldn't understand Albert anymore, and she became more curious about where Albert got so many Galleons to build it.
Yin Zebel looked at Albert, who was smoothing the hair of Tom who was taking a nap, and suddenly asked, "Are you waiting for news?"
"Well, I still care a little." Albert did not deny it. He knew he couldn't hide it from Yin Zebel.
"Are you going out tonight?" Yin Zebeier asked again.
"It depends."
"How about taking a rest first?" Yin Zebeier let Albert lie on his legs. "Don't let yourself be too tense. It's important to stay awake and rational at all times."
"Master, there is urgent news over there."
Not long after Albert lay down, the house-elf knocked on the door of the living room and respectfully handed the two-sided mirror to Albert.
At this moment, a familiar voice was coming from the two-way mirror. It was George.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
Albert put the two-way mirror on the table.
After he spoke, George's anxious face appeared on the mirror.
"Something happened. I just received news that Scrimgeour is very likely dead." George said in a trembling voice, "Not long after we left, the You-Know-Who showed up with a bunch of Death Eaters. Kings said... Scrimgeour took the initiative to stand up and duel with the You-Know-Who, and Kings and his men escaped while they were dueling."
Many guests did not follow Albert's suggestion and still stayed there to watch the duel between Scrimgeour and Voldemort, so they could not escape at all, including the Weisleys, who could not abandon the other guests and escape by themselves.
"So, they wasted the precious time that Scrimgeour helped them buy?" Albert fell into a brief silence, suddenly not knowing what to say.
"Where's Harry Potter?"
"They left with us and should be returning to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Fred is rushing over to find out the news." George looked at Albert expectantly, hoping to get some good news from him.
"Well, go drink a glass of sedative first. In this situation, you need to stay calm." Albert reminded.
"Um... can you help me predict the future? I want to know about my parents' situation."
"No problem, but I need more information. Please contact Fred first."
Albert knew what George was worried about. If Scrimgeour really killed a group of Death Eaters, Voldemort would most likely kill people to vent his anger.
Voldemort would certainly do such a thing.
He waved his magic wand and summoned a crystal ball out of thin air. Under the gaze of Katrina and Yin Zebel, he gently placed his hand on it. The mist in the crystal ball began to churn, and the predicted scene gradually emerged from the white mist.
It was an isolated island in the sea.
Although Albert had never seen it, he knew where it was!
Azkaban.
The famous wizard prison.
Perhaps Voldemort did not kill the Weasleys, but intended to imprison them in Azkaban, trying to force them to tell him the whereabouts of Harry, or to take them hostage and lure members of the Order of the Phoenix or Harry Potter to rescue them.
"I saw Azkaban. Your family should still be alive. Now you need to wait patiently. I will be there soon." Albert said to the two-way mirror.
However, the mirror did not respond.
"Sorry, dear, I'm afraid I have to be out for a while." Albert cast an apologetic look at Yin Zebel.
"Be careful!" Yin Zebeier bit his lip and said, "Remember to bring the Fuling Potion."
"I will. Keep in touch."
The current situation is actually not too bad.
No, it should be said that this is the situation that Albert would most like to see.
As long as people are still alive, there is still a chance, which also means a rescue mission.
What I fear most is that the mysterious man will vent his anger on everyone who fails to escape in time.
When Albert hurried to the Defense Association headquarters, he found George fainted on the sofa, and Cedric and his gang were waiting for him.
“… So we can only let him get some sleep first.”
Cedric could actually understand George's worries and impulses, but he couldn't let George go to die.
"You did a good job. Impulsiveness can never solve the problem." Albert turned his head to Shanna and said, "Go get a sedative. I want to wake George up now."
"How's it going?" Cedric asked.
"It's OK, not too bad."
After Albert lifted the coma spell on George, he quickly woke up and sat up suddenly from the sofa.
"What's the situation?"
"Drink this cup first, and then I'll tell you the result of the prediction." Albert handed the sedative that Sana brought to George.
After George drank the sedative in one breath, his originally anxious mood became much more stable.
"Your family should still be alive. I saw Azkaban from the crystal ball." Albert pushed George back onto the sofa. "I suspect they intend to use your family as bait to lure you or Harry Potter into the trap."
"If they are really taken to Azkaban, then it would be best to intercept them on the way." Albert waved his wand, temporarily sealing George's mouth, and continued, "Now you should listen to my arrangements instead of acting on your own and rushing to die in a fit of rage."
"Of course, if you really want to die, I won't stop you. As a friend, I respect your wishes."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned, but they all knew that Albert was not kidding them.
"Now, tell me what you want to do." Albert lifted the spell on George.
"I'll follow your instructions and help us." George knew that this was the best option at the moment. At least Albert was still willing to help them, which was countless times more reliable than their rash actions.
"Very good, at least it means that your mind is still clear." Albert made simple arrangements, "I need you to take me to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and meet with the people of the Order of the Phoenix first to get more information."
"As for you, you have to return here to ensure the safety of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Noticing what George wanted to say, he added, "Of course, you can keep in touch with Fred through the two-way mirror. Is there a problem?"
"No problem." George shook his head.
"Dobby, I may need your help next." Albert called over the house-elf Dobby.
"Dobby is honored to serve Mr. Anderson." The house-elf appeared from nowhere and bowed slightly to Albert.