"I have to go Hagrid."
Albert pulled his pocket watch out of his robe pocket and checked the time, then stood up and said to Hagrid, who was plucking a chicken at the dining table, "I'll see you next time."
"Not staying for dinner?"
“No.” Albert didn’t want to take out something strange from the plate. “Don’t take the previous things too seriously. They’re not worth your worry.”
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hagrid threw down the half-plucked rooster, looked up at Albert who was about to leave and said: If I had listened to you and not spread rumors, I wouldn't have encountered these things.
"I never expect anyone to listen carefully or consider suggestions seriously." Albert stopped at the door of the hunting lodge, looked at Hagrid and said calmly, "To be honest, I'm not surprised that you would make trouble, just like Potter makes trouble every year."
"You guessed this a long time ago, didn't you? Maxim is smart. She said she has a big bone structure." Hagrid sounded a little annoyed when he talked about this.
"I thought you would call her Olim." Albert leaned over and rubbed Yaya's dog head. "Don't worry about it. Believe me, you and Madame Maxime will reconcile soon."
"Why?" asked Hagrid stupidly.
"Because you two have a common language, as long as you don't do anything stupid, there's no problem at least being friends." Albert said hello to Hagrid and left.
During dinner, Hermione came over and talked to him about the house-elf Winky. Albert was not interested in Hermione's suggestion at all.
After all, he was planning to send Barty Crouch Jr. away as well. Although he was not the one who did it, Albert was not so bold as to adopt a house-elf who might be hostile to him.
"Hermione, some things are not as simple as you think." Albert looked at Hermione with expectation and shook his head and said, "Swinging's problem depends on herself. If she can't get over the hurdle in her heart, no matter how much help others give, it will be useless."
"Is there really no other way?"
"If Winky can't forget Crouch, then time will have to help her forget." Albert looked at the dejected Hermione and comforted her, "There are very few things in this world that can be done perfectly. Just do what you can. Besides, you're just a student now, and there's not much you can do."
"Oh, you're right." Hermione looked distracted.
"If I were you, I would pay attention to Porter's preparation progress. There is less than a month left before the second project." Albert kindly reminded, "If Porter can't make good preparations before launching, I'm afraid he will encounter a lot of trouble."
He actually liked Hermione's kindness, but sometimes kindness without power was useless except for satisfying and comforting oneself, and Hermione obviously didn't understand this.
Albert didn't plan to tell Hermione either, as that might be too cruel to her because many of the things she was doing now were not helping the house-elves at all.
"I think Hermione's suggestion is good. If you can have a house-elf, it will be easier for us after we open the store." George said with a smile.
"I have hired Dobby." Albert said calmly while peeling the orange peel. "Dobby will help you prepare meals, clean the store, and display the goods."
"Dobby, I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
"The Malfoy family's house-elf is now free," Albert explained.
“It’s just wonderful.”
The Weasley brothers both enjoyed watching Malfoy get into trouble.
"You actually paid for a house-elf?" Fred interrupted.
"Dumbledore does that, too."
"No, I'm actually more curious about how much you give me a month." Fred wasn't too surprised. After all, he was Albert, so it wouldn't be surprising if he did something shocking.
"One Galleon a week." Albert said to the twins while eating tangerines, "Just deduct it from my share of the revenue when the time comes. I won't be able to go to the store often anyway."
"If we want to live in the shop, renting a house will probably cost a lot of Galleons."
"No, I've thought of it for you. Just live in the box." Albert said calmly, "If trouble comes, Dobby will run away with the box at the first opportunity. Your safety will be guaranteed then. You don't have to worry about being murdered in your bed."
"That's a good idea," George muttered. "Even if the Ministry wants to conduct a surprise inspection, there's nothing we can do about it."
"I've already thought of the store posters for you."
As he spoke, Albert took out his notebook, tore off a page and handed it to them.
Fred and George leaned over to read the following words on the paper:
Why are you worried about You-Know-Who
You should care
Constipation
The feeling of constipation torments the Chinese people!
you know who
u no poo (constipation kernel)
"puff."
Both of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Constipation Ren." They whispered softly, "I didn't expect you to be so humorous."
Fred suddenly understood why Albert arranged it that way.
"What are you laughing at?" Shanna asked confusedly.
"nothing."
Fred put the note in his pocket.
"They must be planning something bad. Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you." Lee Jordan came over and handed Albert a folded note.
Albert opened the note, glanced at its contents, and put it away.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert knocked on the principal's office on time. After entering, he found Moody was also there, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
"Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?"
Albert suppressed the expression on his face, ignored Moody's scrutiny, and asked.
"I hope you can help me predict the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Divination is not omnipotent." Albert declined politely.
Of course, if the benefit Dumbledore offered was big enough, he wouldn't mind stripping Barty Crouch Jr. off on the spot.
"Let's give it a try."
Dumbledore handed over a notebook. Albert glanced at the contents and found that it was a Transfiguration Note.
Moody watched the private transaction with interest.
Albert hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to predict Peter's location.
As for Little Batty, it's not possible now. After this incident, Little Batty should not dare to act rashly, but... he still needs to bear some risks.
Albert did want Dumbledore's Transfiguration Notes, though.
He took out his crystal ball and placed his hand on it. A red, white and blue flag appeared on the crystal ball, followed by a tulip wood sign, and finally stopped in the dim house, where Peter was holding a... package.
"Peter Pettigrew is hiding in the Netherlands..." Moody looked at Albert in surprise, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
"It seems that Peter helped Voldemort regain his body." Dumbledore looked at the package in Peter's arms and said, "This is really bad news."
"This is a very troublesome matter," said Professor Moody.
"Where's Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore glanced at Moody and asked Albert to continue with the second prophecy.
"Don't count on that..."
Albert touched the crystal ball, and a new surprise soon appeared on it. This time it was a stone sculpture of a winged wild boar, which undoubtedly referred to Hogwarts.
However, the following scene made Dumbledore and Moody silent.
In the crystal ball, two Dementors were dragging a person.
Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested by the Ministry of Magic