Humph, women are sometimes a trouble. Especially the more beautiful a woman is, the more troublesome she is. It becomes even more troublesome when several beautiful women gather together.
Most of the time, they don't even do their work, but instead like to compare who is prettier.
Ever since Valeria and Catherine came, the atmosphere around them was very strange. Albert immediately pulled Nia away from the wooden house, sat back in the armchair of the tent, and slowly flipped through the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"It seems that being too popular can also be a troublesome thing!" Nia was a little gloating. She rarely saw Albert in such a miserable state and she found it particularly interesting.
"Yeah, so you don't have to tease me." Albert continued to flip through the newspaper in his hand. The news in recent days was all about the Quidditch World Cup.
"Is it really okay?" Nia fiddled with the crudely made bracelet on her hand and suddenly asked, "Will it really not cause you any trouble?"
"As long as you're obedient and don't run around, nothing will go wrong." Albert said soothingly, "Remember to catch up on your sleep at noon, so you don't get sleepy at night. Although most Quidditch games are over in a few hours, or even shorter, there are exceptions sometimes."
Nia knew a little about Quidditch, and had read The Origin of Quidditch, and was more familiar with the rules of Quidditch. In Nia's opinion, the popularity of Quidditch was probably related to the low-level entertainment activities in the wizarding world.
Of course, it may also have something to do with the excitement of this kind of competition, just like racing.
"Have you told those two beauties about your engagement?" Nia began to gossip about her brother's relationship problems. In fact, Nia couldn't understand why Isobel could still talk to Valeria and Catherine calmly.
To be honest, Nia still admires Isobel very much. At least it is difficult for her to do this.
Especially in front of a beautiful woman who might want to steal her boyfriend, and Nia also wondered if Isobel's sister was secretly in love with Albert.
"Isobel will handle this kind of thing herself."
Albert put down the newspaper, looked at his gossipy sister, and sighed softly. Why do women like gossip
He remembered that Nia didn't like him having contact with other women before
My younger sister is growing up gradually.
"That sounds like a scumbag's theory." Nia raised an eyebrow and said, "You should explain it to them clearly."
"I told you," Albert protested, "and I also consciously kept my distance from them."
"I have a friend who fell in love with a handsome and rich boy two years ago and later slept with him," Nia recalled. "Now, she shares a boyfriend with another beautiful girl."
"That guy sounds like a public toilet." Albert couldn't help but tease, "By the way, your friend didn't dump him?"
"No, that boy's personality and character are actually good, but he doesn't know how to say no to others."
At this moment, an owl flew in from outside the tent and landed in front of the two of them. Albert was a little confused. Why would an owl come here to deliver a letter to him
It was a small owl, holding a piece of paper under its feet and chirping non-stop.
Albert took off the note, unfolded it and read its contents:
Dear Albert:
I heard that you have arrived at the Quidditch World Cup camp, so I couldn't wait to write you this letter, hoping to meet you. I would like to ask you to help me make a prediction about Peter Pettigrew. I want to know if that guy is still alive, and if so, where is he hiding now.
Also, I will visit you before 10 o'clock and hope I won't disturb you.
Sirius Black.
"Is there anything wrong with the letter?" Nia asked curiously, noticing the strange expression on Albert's face.
"Nothing, someone wants me to do divination for him. Anyway, how did they know I was here?" Albert muttered softly. He took out a feather pen from his pocket, wrote "see you later" on the back of the note, and let the owl fly away with the note. Then he took out his pocket watch to check the time and continued reading the newspaper.
Sirius Black arrived earlier than expected. Shortly after the owl flew away, Sirius Black came over. And he was not alone. There was a group of people around him: Harry, Ron and Hermione, plus Professor Lupin.
"Sorry to bother you," Sirius said to Albert, "By the way, this tent isn't really your style."
"This place is really shabby," Ron muttered. Sirius's tent was gorgeous, even better than Ron's home.
As soon as Ron finished speaking, he was glared at by Hermione next to him.
"Why are you alone? I thought you would come with Isobel to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Hermione naturally noticed the wooden sign outside. The name on it was McDougal, not Anderson.
"Isobel is entertaining friends." Albert motioned Sirius Black to sit opposite him, then waved his hand, as if to drive away mosquitoes, asking others to stay away for the time being.
"Dobby?"
Harry looked at the house elf who was serving them tea and water in disbelief. "Are you employed by Anderson now?"
"I'm sorry sir, my name is not Dobby, and you must be mistaken, I am not employed by the master." said the house elf sharply.
"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I mistook you for someone I used to know."
"It's alright sir." The house-elf turned and left.
"Your house-elf?" Sirius Black looked at the house-elf and asked curiously, "Are you really a Muggle wizard?"
"Of course I'm a Muggle wizard." Albert changed the subject: "You want to know if Peter is still alive, and if he is, where is he now?"
"right."
Sirius placed a small bag of Galleons in front of Albert.
Albert did not look at Garlon, but instead focused his attention back on the crystal ball in front of him. The white mist in the crystal ball gradually dissipated, reflecting some figures like the surface of water.
That person was none other than Peter Pettigrew.
"It seems that Peter Pettigrew is still alive and doing well."
"But the Daily Prophet reported that Peter had died in Azkaban prison. It was said that officials from the Ministry of Magic had even gone to identify the body," Lupin said suddenly.
"Of course the body can be fake." Albert said to Sirius, "It seems that you haven't given up on killing him yourself?"
"Yes." Sirius made no secret of this, "The dead should lie in their coffins, not run around pretending to be dead like they are now."
"I agree with you."
Albert turned his gaze back to the crystal ball, which was a very hidden room. Albert raised his hand and lightly touched the crystal ball, and the image on it disappeared again, replaced by a forest and then a double eagle flag.
Sirius Black stared at the changes in the crystal ball, then raised his head and looked at Albert again, waiting for the other party to explain.
"Double eagle flag, Austria, Montenegro, Armenia? But I think this should refer to Albania, the forests of Albania. This should mean that Peter is heading to the Albanian forest to look for the mysterious man."
"I once dreamed that Peter and Voldemort murdered a man." Harry, who had been eavesdropping, suddenly interrupted.
"Oh, tell me about your dream?" Albert looked at Harry curiously.
Harry briefly recounted what happened in his dream.
"What an incredible ability. I haven't heard of similar precognitive dreams so far, but I can't rule out the possibility." Albert said to Harry, "As far as I know, you have never shown any ability related to prophecy, so I think it shouldn't be a precognitive dream, but there may be some connection between you and the You-Know-Who. Albert pointed to Harry's scar, "Although it feels a little incredible, but the You-Know-Who became like that and couldn't kill it completely, it's incredible in itself. I can't help you, but I suggest you go to Dumbledore, he is an expert in this area."
"Okay, let's continue talking about Peter. It's terrible news that he's not dead." Albert smiled at Sirius and said, "Since you plan to contribute to the British wizarding world, I don't mind giving you some help. After all, Peter is still alive and has escaped from Azkaban prison. It's really troubling."
As he spoke, Albert gently touched the crystal ball again, and the picture began to rotate again, turning into a desolate big house, and then the picture turned into a person.
"Do you know this guy?" Albert pointed at the person in the crystal ball.
"It looks familiar, but I can't place it right away," Sirius said, frowning.
The image in the crystal ball finally turned into a desolate cemetery, and the picture finally froze in front of a tombstone.
However, it was too dark around and I couldn't see clearly whose tombstone it was.
"They might return to England. After all, you might know that man." Albert analyzed, "Peter Pettigrew's destination might be that shabby house. Then Peter will come into contact with that man. In the end, the cemetery that actually converted the normal income should be the place where Peter Pettigrew will appear."
"Gone?" Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes
"That's the prophecy." Albert glanced at Harry and said to Sirius, "If you want to find clues, you'd better think about who the man who appeared in the crystal ball is. Also, if you want to find Peter Pettigrew, I can give you a little trick so that you can have a good chat with him."
Hermione found it ridiculous; she had never expected that someone would be here talking about a plan to murder someone.
"Do you have a grudge against Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione had never thought that Albert had such a side.
"It's not that we have a grudge, but Peter definitely has a grudge against me." Albert said with a smile.
"Does he have a grudge against you?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
Harry and Ron were both a little confused and obviously didn't pay attention to what they were talking about.
"Peter was sent to Azkaban prison by Albert." Lupin's expression was very complicated. He didn't know whether he should support Sirius in killing his old friend.
"I am not afraid of Peter's revenge, but I never believe in the moral integrity of dark wizards, and I don't want my family to be harmed because of this." Albert took out a wooden box from the deformed lizard skin bag. After opening it, he found various medicines inside. He picked up a golden pill, put it in a small bottle and handed it to Blake.
"Once you find Peter, eat it. It will help you a lot." Albert said mysteriously.
"What is this?" Blake looked at the golden pill in the bottle curiously.
"The Felicityl can probably last for half an hour. I think that's enough time." Albert said lightly.
"Give me some more and I can buy it with money." Sirius felt that he might need a little more luck if he wanted to find Peter.
"What's Felicis?" Harry couldn't help asking.
"Luck potion, a magic potion that can bring good luck to people!" Hermione couldn't help asking, "Can you make the Luck Potion? It is said that this potion is very difficult to make."
"Can it really bring good luck to people?" Ron felt that he needed some elixir to change his bad luck.
"This is a gift from an old friend." Albert explained with a smile: "The Felixir cannot bring real good luck, but it is sometimes very useful, especially at critical moments, it can have unexpected effects."
"I'll kill that guy as soon as possible." After Sirius Black put the bottle back into his pocket, he seemed to remember something and said, "I heard that you are planning to open a joke shop with the Weasley brothers?"
"Yes, that's true." Albert nodded in acknowledgement.
"Lupin and I are also planning to open a store. We have thought carefully about your last proposal and we both feel that it is not appropriate." Black felt a little embarrassed when talking about this, but he still followed Harry's advice and asked Albert for his opinion. Perhaps he could get unexpected results. This guy is more capable than he imagined.
"What are you and Professor Lupin good at?" Albert suddenly asked, "Opening a store is not an easy thing. At least you have to make money, otherwise the store will not be able to continue. If you have nothing to do, I suggest you write a memoir, and Professor Lupin can also write one. Write your stories into one story, and then you can take this time to carefully consider what kind of store to open, and spend some time doing research."
The two looked at each other. Albert's suggestion was good, but it was difficult for them to settle down and write books. At least, it was difficult for Sirius to settle down and write books.
"If it were you, what kind of store would you choose to open?" Sirius asked Albert.
"Start a magazine, Defense Against the Dark Arts Magazine." Albert said without hesitation, "There is no magazine on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the British wizarding world, and most wizards and students are weak in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That's a good idea." Sirius and Lupin looked at each other and decided to do some further research in this area.