The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Albert neither disliked nor liked Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. To him, he was a stranger, a stranger who might come in handy next, nothing more. .

Due to the appearance of Albert, the opener and traverser, the original time line has been disrupted. God knows where it will develop next. Even if Albert himself has the ability to predict, he can't believe it too much. Prophecy, he prefers to plan ahead and leave more leeway for himself, so that he will not be caught off guard by unexpected situations.

If Sirius didn't die, Dumbledore didn't die, Amelia Burns, and Scrimgeour didn't die, would the entire wizarding world be turned upside down?

It's hard to say, maybe the world will be different!

Tom opened his mouth and yawned, lying lazily on the mat, with a small ball of Hermione's knitted sweater in his arms, staring at the crystal ball on the mat, blinking curiously, just about to stretch out his claws, Then he felt a hand on the back of his head stroking gently, causing Tom to narrow his eyes comfortably.

"I found out that you like stargazing recently?"

Isobel walked into the room and was gently wiping her long fiery red hair with a towel. In fact, the use of magic can evaporate the water vapor on the hair in an instant, but Isobel still used to dry it with a towel.

Of course, sometimes Isobel also likes to take care of Albert and let him wipe his hair.

"I learned astrology from Firenze." Albert raised his hand as if to grasp the stars in the night sky, smiled and took the towel from Isobel to help her wipe her hair.

"Then what did you see?" Isobel asked with a smile.

"War!" Albert whispered softly.

"I remember you mentioned this a long time ago." Isobel also looked up at the stars in the night sky, turned his head and asked, "Is Firenze's divination class interesting?"

"It's very special. If you want to learn, I can teach you, although I only know a little." Albert's astrology has only been upgraded to the third level, not because he is stingy with experience and skill points, but because astrology is not imaginable easy to use.

Whether it's Level 2 or Level 3, what you see from this starry sky is the same, and that is war.

War is coming.

In that case, let's save some experience!

Perhaps because of his strength, his panel tasks are getting more and more difficult to complete, and the accumulated experience will only be used less and less, and there will definitely be times when experience will be needed in the future, so leaving some experience to prepare is the best choice. .

"Your ignorance is different from others' ignorance." Isobel joked with a smile.

"By the way, let me tell you good news, our wedding has been decided." Albert suddenly said.

"Sometimes I always feel like it's all a dream." Isobel smiled sweetly, her hand stroked Albert's cheek and kissed it gently.

She prefers this kind of life, which is countless times better than the life that Isobel originally planned for herself.

This feeling of happiness that is about to overflow is probably the life that countless girls yearn for!

"Me too." Albert whispered softly, "It's like a dream."

It's no wonder that countless s like to open up their protagonists.

If this is a dream, please don't wake up.

"In mid-July, it was located in a French manor, which was considered a property under the name of Budd." Albert took out a few letters and put them in Isobel's hand, "Our Flux also boiled down. It's done, everything is being done step by step."

There is no doubt that Albert intends to drink the elixir on the wedding day, to spend this wonderful time with Isobel, and to leave them with the best memories in their lives.

After reading the contents of the letter with the light of her wand, Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "I remember you predicted our wedding..."

She remembered that it was not a good wedding.

"If Rufus Scrimgeour becomes the Minister of Magic, he should agree to my plan. If I can really hold the hatred, I will move the time forward by a day." Albert was not worried that Scrimgeour would refuse, he He had already planted a nail on the other side. If Scrimgeour didn't want to end, he would definitely have to find someone to discuss it, and he wouldn't have too many choices.

Albert is willing to help the other party and get what he wants from the other party. As for whether Scrimgeour would eventually die, that was not his concern.

Yes, in Albert's heart, he still subconsciously believed that Scrimgeour would become a minister. Even if Amelia Burns could be reminded and protected by the Order of the Phoenix, the probability of surviving smoothly was still low.

This has something to do with Amelia Burns' character, and it has something to do with Voldemort's murderous intention to the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The Burns family has a deep hatred with Voldemort and Death Eaters. If he were Voldemort, he would never allow a mortal enemy to become the Minister of Magic to trouble him.

"You can always find a solution to the problem." Isobel put away the letter, looked at the yawning Tom, and murmured softly.

"All right!"

Albert put down the towel, took a deep breath, and sniffed the familiar fragrance. He raised his hand and shook it gently, evaporating the last trace of dampness from his hair.

"I will send them an invitation letter, do you think they would be willing to come to this wedding?" Isobel turned to look at Albert and asked softly.This chapter is updated by novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

"Well, maybe, after all, they are good friends."

Albert doesn't care about this issue very much, he prefers to enjoy the time the two of them spend together.

At this moment, the bracelet that had been placed on the table suddenly had a gem that glowed faintly, making it very conspicuous in the dark.

Tom also noticed it and stretched out his claws towards the bracelet, but Albert had already reached out and picked up the bracelet.

"What's wrong?"

Isobel apparently also realized that something was wrong.

She remembered that Albert had said that the bracelet was some kind of emergency communication tool.

"Mr. Principal wants to get in touch with me."

Albert looked at the lit gem and easily figured out the reason.

"Principal?" Isobel stood up from Albert.

Albert picked up the wand on the table, waved it gently, and summoned a leather bag out of thin air. After opening it, he took out a metal book from the inside. He touched it lightly with the wand again, and the metal book flipped over quickly. A double-sided mirror of Dumbledore's photo.

"Good evening professor, everyone thought you were missing." Albert looked at the old man in the double-sided mirror and greeted him with a smile.

"Thanks to you for Hagrid." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Hagrid is my friend, and I just reminded him." Albert naturally wouldn't admit that he had turned the Aurors over, and changed the subject casually, "Professor, I think you are definitely not just Because of this!"

Albert didn't think Dumbledore would bother him because of such a trivial matter. The other party must have something to do with Voldemort.

"I may need your help." Dumbledore said gently.

"Help? Now?" Albert raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you are free now, I would like to chat with you alone, just use a double-sided mirror. Having said that, this thing is very useful." Dumbledore said with a smile, without asking Albert why Will be outside the school, "You don't mind if I borrow a little of your time."

"I'm going to prepare a supper for you, and you can talk slowly." Isobel immediately understood, picked up Tom and left the room

"What an enviable life." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I dare say that many people are jealous."

"If you want, you can actually retire early and enjoy life like the Lemays." Albert said with a smile.

"Yeah, I actually think so too." Dumbledore sighed with emotion, he was already very old, "but... don't leave problems and troubles to others."

"They're not that bad." Albert said softly, "heroes and saviors shouldn't exist, and sad times only need them."

"I agree with you very much." Dumbledore nodded, "but sometimes people need them."

"No, people don't need these things, they need to save themselves more." Albert intends to end the topic, "What do you want me to do divination this time?"

In fact, helping Dumbledore with divination is not all bad. Every time you participate, the progress of defeating Voldemort will increase slowly.

Dumbledore's expression was a bit complicated, he knew that those words were Albert's attitude towards the whole thing. In fact, Dumbledore agrees with this point of view, but for an old man who has lived for a century, he no longer cares about these things, or he really cares about very few things, solve Voldemort's problem, and let England renew Restoring peace is what he most wants to accomplish now.

"I have collected some memories." Dumbledore brought the topic back.

"It's awe-inspiring," Albert said softly.

"Awe?" said Dumbledore, smiling. "I don't think you'd be afraid of Voldemort."

"No, what I'm saying is that you have been collecting the memory of the mysterious man very early!" Albert sighed softly, "The mysterious man attaches more importance to you than you attach to him."

"You can always see through it easily." Dumbledore didn't really care, and continued, "Know yourself and the enemy, I think it makes sense that the person who knows you best must be your enemy."

"Those who can win the final victory are often those who are prepared." Albert felt that Voldemort's defeat was completely targeted.

"and then?"

"I have collected a lot of memories about him." Dumbledore continued, "I need to find what I need from these memories."

"Do you want me to help you filter out those useful memories?" Albert guessed the reason. As a fortune teller, Albert is indeed better at doing these things, especially the impression he gives to others is not only genius, but also good Luck, strong intuition, plus being a master of prophecy, this is why Dumbledore finds himself.

"Well, I found something." Dumbledore said softly, "Voldemort seems to prefer the relics of the four founders."

"How many suspicious items have you found?"

"Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's pendant, Slytherin's ring." Dumbledore recalled: "If you add the destroyed snake, Ravenclaw's crown and Riddle's diary , and finally Voldemort himself, just enough to make up the number seven. And the seven Horcruxes are the speculation given by Albert, which is also related to the number seven, although there is no direct evidence."

"It seems that you can get them together soon." Albert said softly, "This is really pleasant news."

"Hard to say,"

Dumbledore is not so optimistic. He is very aware that there is something called accidents in this world, and he must make sure that everything is as safe as possible, otherwise, if something goes wrong, there will be a lot of trouble, which is why he turned to Albert.

"What do I need me to do, divine the whereabouts of the Horcrux?"

"Well, there's another thing," said Dumbledore. "Where does Slughorn have the key information I need."

"Key news?"

"It was Slughorn who told Voldemort how to make a Horcrux, and splitting a soul is a very risky thing, especially multiple splits..."

"The number of Horcruxes?" Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Albert knew what he wanted to say, and reconfirmed the number of Horcruxes.

"right."

"He refused?"

"No, I think he will probably refuse."

"That's right, I think he definitely doesn't want others to know about this." Albert asked with a strange expression, "So, you want me to help you get this memory?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"I suggest you find Potter." Albert politely declined.

"I only found two suspicious places." Dumbledore said softly, "If it were you, where would you put your most precious thing?"

"The vault, Gringotts." Albert said, "If You-Know-Who has a vault in Gringotts. UU read www.uukanshu.com"

"I don't think he has a vault." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Maybe, he will give the Horcrux to the other Death Eaters for safekeeping, just like he gave Malfoy the diary for safekeeping," Albert speculated.

"This is a good idea. Voldemort doesn't have a vault in Gringotts. I think he longs to have his own vault." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I hope to have a good chat another day. Good night and goodbye."

The double-sided mirror dimmed again. Albert put away the metal book and walked towards the stairs. Isobel was ready for supper.

Much like fish balls, they are obviously freshly made and look delicious.

"Finished talking?"

Isobel felt someone hug her waist and turned her head with a smile.

"Well, the principal wants to ask me to do divination. It looks better."

"I dare say that no one has thought of eating this way before, it tastes very good." Isobel scooped a bowl for Albert.

There are actually some fish paste, but it is not suitable to eat too much at night.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Albert asked with a smile.

"I'm losing weight and I need to control my food intake."

"It doesn't matter, with a little exercise at night, these things you eat will be consumed quickly." Albert scooped up a spoon, blew on it, and then put the spoon to Isobel's mouth.

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