"Thank you, I was saved thanks to that pair of socks."
Shortly after Harry Potter was discharged from the hospital, he took the initiative to find Albert to express his gratitude.
He knew that the socks were a gift from Sirius, but... Harry knew very well that Sirius did not have the brains and ability to rescue him from under Voldemort's nose. It was only possible that Albert, who had the ability of foresight, could activate the door key at the right time.
Especially after Harry heard the general outline of the whole incident from Hermione and Ron, he became more certain of this matter. Otherwise, how could the Weasley family insist on staying on the Quidditch field waiting for him
"I'm giving you some kind advice." Albert seemed not to have heard Harry Potter's thanks. He looked at the scenery outside the window and said calmly, "People are unwilling to accept the truth."
"You want me to shut up, like Fudge?"
Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering something unpleasant.
Fudge came to visit him the night he was sent back, but it was not a pleasant meeting because the two sides had a falling out.
It was the first time Harry saw Fudge's other face, ugly, hideous and disgusting.
"Don't you smell fear?"
Albert motioned Harry to look at the students who were walking around them and reminded him, "Those who reform usually don't die well because they offend too many people."
"You think I should lie." Harry looked a little angry. He came to thank the other party, not to listen to the other party's lecture.
Just as Harry turned around and prepared to leave, he heard Albert continue: "It seems that the lesson I taught you a few days ago was not enough!"
"What do you mean."
Harry paused, forced his head around and asked.
In fact, he wanted to turn around and leave, but... sometimes you should stop and listen to other people's advice, especially after you have just suffered and still remember the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Many times, I suspect that your head is full of muscles, and you don't even think about why I am telling you this." Albert glanced back at Potter: "Perhaps it is because of many students like you that Gryffindor's courage is ridiculed as recklessness!"
"Are you trying to taunt me?" said Harry, irritated.
"I've told you more than once that impotent rage can't solve the problem, it will only make you look stupid, just like you are now." Albert's words blocked Harry's anger: "I just want to tell you that your good days are over, and so are Dumbledore. Generally, the first person to uncover the hypocritical reality will suffer a cruel blow."
"Can't you just tell me directly? Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?" Harry complained with gritted teeth. He knew that the guy in front of him was definitely doing it on purpose.
"Of course I can do that, but I'm not your father, so I won't give in to you. The same goes for others. This is how the world is. Don't you realize it?" Albert's mouth curled up into a smile that made Harry unhappy: "You really can't feel the changes in the school? Everyone obviously dislikes you and regards you as a piece of shit on the side of the road."
"If it were you, what would you do?" Harry asked, suppressing his inner anger and annoyance.
"Don't you already know the answer?" Albert looked at Harry meaningfully, then turned and walked away.
Harry did know, because he was Albert's answer.
He let it go, watching people pay for their mistakes, and even lose their lives. He stood high up like a king, looking down at everything that happened below, and after the incident, he jumped out with a malicious smile and said that they had brought this upon themselves, because he had reminded and warned everyone more than once, but no one was willing to listen.
This is Albert's style, just like what he said: I am not your father and I will not indulge you.
"What a disgusting fellow."
Harry looked at Albert's departing back with a complicated expression.
To be honest, Harry suspected that Albert was targeting him. He had evidence. Neither Hermione, Fred nor George had ever been targeted in this way.
So he never liked Albert very much, but he had to be grateful for his help. At least he did save his life.
Harry had no idea that Albert had reminded him specifically so that he could better fulfill his duties as a savior, otherwise he probably wouldn't have bothered to say all this nonsense to Harry.
"What did you say to Harry?" Hermione came out from the corner.
"I just told him that it's time to accept reality," Albert said softly. "He still acts like a child. It's unbearable."
"Harry is not an adult yet, you are too strict. This is unfair to him." Hermione stood up for Harry. She felt that Albert was too strict.
"The You-Know-Who is not fair. If Potter doesn't grow up now, he will have to pay a more painful price if he wants to grow further in the future." Albert said softly, "Only an extremely painful price can make a person realize and grow quickly."
"Like what?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.
"If the minions of the mysterious man killed your whole family." Albert's mouth curled up a cruel smile, "I think it would give you a great enlightenment. You can also cite countless cases!"
Hermione suddenly shuddered and she regretted asking Albert this question.
"The Second Wizarding War has already begun." Albert kindly reminded, "There is a reason why the You-Know-Who and his name are feared by everyone. If we don't prepare ourselves, many people will die."
"you're right."
Hermione thought of Albert. He almost died in the maze. He saw it more clearly than anyone else and was more qualified to say this.
"By the way, have you caught Rita Skeeter?" Although Albert asked in a questioning tone, he seemed certain that she had caught the woman.
"She was caught by Harry's bedside window. She seemed to want to get some information."
Speaking of this, Hermione smiled happily. She had always wanted to catch Rita Skeeter, and just the day before yesterday, she finally got her wish.
"I need her to write a report on this matter. She is good at this." Albert suddenly said, "Publish it in the Defense Guide. The magic world needs such an article to alert everyone."
"What are you going to do?" Hermione frowned and warned, "The Ministry of Magic may not be happy to see such an article appear. They seem to be controlling the news recently."
"I'm afraid that the Defense Guide will have to be suspended for a while. It should be a preemptive move to release some breaking news before it is banned."
"Now everyone is unwilling to believe the contents of the Defense Guide. Once the mysterious man's ambitions are fully exposed, will they believe the reports in the Defense Guide?" Hermione guessed Albert's intention. She suddenly felt that it was no accident that Sirius and Lupin founded this magazine.
Albert was waiting for this day to happen, and he even anticipated what would happen next.
Hermione was right in her guess. Albert really intended to use this opportunity to bring some prestige to the "Defense Guide". The greater the suppression of the "Defense Guide", the greater the benefit he would gain.
Most importantly, Albert planned to create some trouble for Fudge and Voldemort, so that the Order of the Phoenix could divert their hatred away and avoid unnecessary trouble for himself.
Of course, he also planned to dig a hole to see how many people would jump in and how many would fall into the hole and die.
Just then, they both noticed something and turned their heads to look, and saw Krum and Fleur coming over here.
The two men came to apologize to Albert.
Although he was indeed controlled by the impostor with the Imperius Curse in the maze at that time, it still could not change the fact that the two people tried to kill Albert.
"Don't worry about it. I never blame you." Albert said calmly.
In fact, to a certain extent, it was he and Potter who should apologize, because the others who were controlled by the Imperius Curse were just unlucky people who were affected by the misfortune.
After getting Albert's forgiveness, Krum started talking to Hermione in private, while Fleur found a place to talk with Albert.
"I plan to find a part-time job in the UK to study English," Furong said to Albert.
"Things have been uneasy in Britain lately," Albert kindly reminded.
"Are you referring to the resurrection of the Dark Lord?" Furong raised her eyebrows slightly.
"It seems that you have met someone you are interested in." Albert said suddenly.
"What do you think?" Furong asked curiously, "I heard you are good at divination. Can you tell me the result?"
"You are a very brave man." Albert nodded and said, "Few people have such courage. I think it will succeed. Most people can't resist your charm."
"You can, in fact, you are not bad." Furong looked at Albert deeply and said, "I suddenly understand why Louise likes you, but unfortunately..."
"There's nothing to regret. Some things can't be forced." Albert said with a smile, "Have you talked to him?"
"We talked about it, and he recommended me a temporary job at Gringotts Bank." Furong admitted it generously.
Of course, she felt that Albert probably knew something as well.
"Bill Weasley himself works at Gringotts," Albert said with a smile.
After separating from Fleur, Albert returned to his dormitory to pack his luggage. As soon as he entered the Gryffindor common room, Fred, George and Lee Jordan immediately came to greet him.
"Hey, there's a package for you," Fred said excitedly. "It's from the Elegant Wizarding Clothing Store. We think it might contain..."
"Reward." Albert nodded to show that he understood.
The original fire dragon costume was recycled by the Fengya Wizard Costume Store after the winning scene of raising the trophy was re-shot.
I didn't expect that the new fire dragon suit would be delivered to him so quickly. It was obviously prepared a long time ago.
"Check it out, if there's no problem, take it apart!"
"Leave it to us!"
The Weasley brothers looked at each other and grinned. They had prepared their dark magic detectors long ago.
Compared with the first fire dragon suit, this one was not gorgeous. Albert suspected that Fengya Wizard Costume Store actually made two sets, chose the most handsome one for promotion, and gave the other one to Albert as advertising fee.
After all, with Albert's status, the reward must not be shabby, otherwise he will definitely be rejected directly if he is not sincere.
Fengya brand wizard clothing store is not at a loss either. With Albert's deeds, he is destined to become a legendary figure. Such an opportunity may not even come again in the future, so it is important to show your sincerity.
"It looks ordinary." Fred said with a little disappointment.
"This is normal clothing for people to wear. The previous fire dragon suit was too gorgeous." Albert looked at himself in the mirror, then took off the fire dragon suit and threw it aside.
"How are your preparations for opening the store going?"
"Everything is going according to plan. But, are you really planning to..." George hesitated. He felt that Albert was really generous.
A few days ago, Albert gave them the Galleons he got from the Triwizard Tournament as start-up capital for opening a store.
"Next semester is going to be an interesting year," Albert said softly.
"interesting?"
"I heard that Dumbledore seemed to be planning to... announce the return of You-Know-Who."
The three of them looked at each other, not understanding what Albert wanted to say.
"Given Fudge's character, he will probably send people to interfere with Hogwarts, or even drive away our headmaster." Albert showed a meaningful smile on his face.
"How dare he do this?" the three said in unison.
"Of course he dares to do that. Politicians can eat shit when necessary and claim that shit smells good." Albert said contemptuously, "By then, there will definitely be a nasty guy, but you also know that Defense Against the Dark Arts professors often have accidents."
"We can give him an unexpected surprise."
The three of them looked at each other, and suddenly they understood why Albert said that the next semester would be a very interesting year. They also understood why Albert had always said that the seventh grade was a good time to promote joke props.
It really fits!!
At the leaving school party that night, Harry Potter once again became the focus of countless people, even more eye-catching than Albert, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.
People were very curious about what happened that night because some bad rumors were circulating in Hogwarts Castle, and they wanted to prove for the first time that those rumors were false.
"Tonight, I have a lot to say to all of you," Dumbledore said, looking at the students below, "but first I must pay tribute to Mr. Anderson. Not only did he thwart the Death Eaters' conspiracy in a desperate situation, he also exposed the identity of Barty Crouch Jr., exposed his tricks to the public, and avoided a tragedy. He is a true warrior, a true champion, and the pride of Hogwarts!"
Dumbledore raised the goblet towards Albert.
Albert could only raise his glass and stand up from his seat to greet the cheers and applause in the auditorium.
"I know everyone is very curious about what happened that night." Dumbledore waited until the cheers in the hall stopped, and then continued, "Perhaps you already know some of it, but the most important part is that the Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you. Some of my classmates' parents may be shocked by my actions. This may be because they cannot accept the cruel fact that Voldemort has really returned."
After hearing the news, the students in the hall had shock and fear written on their faces. Even though they had heard similar rumors before, these words came from Dumbledore's mouth and their weight was not comparable to the rumors at all.
"They think I shouldn't tell you about this, after all, you are still young, but I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying. At least it can make you mentally prepared. Not everyone is Mr. Anderson, and not everyone can enjoy everyone's applause instead of mourning after encountering evil forces."
Dumbledore looked at the pale-faced students below and suddenly said, "I once asked Mr. Anderson what the secret of his success was. He told me that he never faced a challenge without preparation. I am now passing this sentence on to everyone."
"Of course, when talking about what happened last night, we must mention another person." Dumbledore continued, "Yes, I am talking about Harry Potter. He escaped from Voldemort's clutches again. When I hurried over, he was dueling with Voldemort. Even though he was knocked down, tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, and his life was threatened, he never gave in, bowed his head, or compromised to Voldemort. Few wizards can show such courage and spirit when facing Voldemort's tyranny. For this, I pay tribute to him."
That night, many owls left with letters, bringing the news of Voldemort's resurrection to all parts of Britain.
The next morning, more owls were released.
Albert had just said goodbye to Fleur and Krum, and came into the crowded hallway to find Fred, George and Lee Jordan waiting for the carriage.
"Come with me."
"What's wrong? You're so mysterious."
The three of them looked at each other, dragged their luggage and left with Albert.
"I don't plan to leave by train. I'll give you the things now." Albert handed the two two-way mirrors that had just been delivered this morning to George and Lee Jordan, and warned them, "Don't try to write to me. That method is no longer safe, and owls can't find my exact location. Also, don't let anyone know the existence of this thing."
“What are you doing?”
"I plan to hide for a while to avoid being targeted." Albert said quickly.
"You're not coming to school," Fred asked in shock.
"Of course, the school is relatively safe at the moment, and I plan to get my S certificate." Albert shrugged and said, "But I have to be on guard. No one knows if the You-Know-Who will suddenly have a brain attack and want to cause trouble for me. Maybe it will be a Death Eater, but it will be trouble after all."
"Is the situation serious? Have you talked to Dumbledore about this?" The three asked worriedly, "Maybe Dumbledore..."
"Don't worry, I've made preparations. No one can find me, no one. See you next semester." Albert didn't give them a chance to speak and turned and left.
"You really don't need my help?"
Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the students leaving below, and asked Albert who appeared beside him.
"No need." Albert said calmly, "I have prepared a safe home for myself."
"I see. No wonder you wanted to take it away." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Many wizards always underestimate this. I am glad that you can treat it well."
"I will." Albert smiled and looked at the house elf beside him, "Kara, I'm going to trouble you next."
"It's my pleasure, master." The house-elf Cara bowed slightly to Dumbledore, reached out and took Albert's hand and disappeared.
"Sometimes, it's not good to see too clearly."
Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, recalled the conversation he had with Albert not long ago, and sighed softly. Even if he knew there was no hope, he had to give it a try.
Some things, after all, need someone to do them.
(End of this volume)