Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1140 just in case

  In the south of France, in a certain uninhabited sea area, a sailboat with movable floating boards is quietly floating on the sea.

  On the seat in the deck rest area, a young man in swimming trunks was staring intently at the misty crystal ball on the table, as if he wanted to see something from the crystal ball.

  For a moment, the young man seemed to realize something, sighed softly, and murmured: "Did it really happen?"

   "What's the matter, honey."

  A gentle voice sounded from behind, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and Isobel in a bathing suit came out from inside, with a bowl of iced watermelon floating behind him.

  She handed the bowl of watermelon to Albert, and asked curiously, "What did you predict?"

   "Something bad happened." Albert randomly picked up a piece of watermelon, took a bite, and then turned his gaze to Isobel who was wearing a swimsuit.

"Bad things?"

  Isobel looked at the crystal ball, but failed to see anything from the crystal ball, and then moved his gaze to Albert, "What happened?"

   "See for yourself!"

   Albert raised his hand and touched the crystal ball. The white mist in the crystal ball began to churn, and a scorched black palm appeared. It was the picture of Dumbledore looking at his scorched black palm.

   "This... Dumbledore's situation seems to be very bad?"

  Isobel stared at Dumbledore's palm and frowned slightly. Although she didn't know much about black magic, that scorched black palm looked like it had lost its vitality and was completely necrotic.

   "I'm afraid he is under some kind of vicious curse." Albert was very helpless about this, "Dumbledore is probably... dying soon, and I have reminded him more than once."

  What should be done, he has done, but the effect is not great. As for staring at the whole time and directly helping Dumbledore avoid danger?

   That is undoubtedly a rather ridiculous thing.

  Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the prophecy is not so easy to change.

   "Is Dumbledore dying soon?"

  Isobel's reaction was quite calm. She guessed this matter a long time ago, but only heard Albert say it from her own mouth today.

   "Probably in the last one or two years." Albert moved his palm on the crystal ball and said.

   "What should the mysterious person do?" Isobel sat down on the chair next to him, reached out and held Albert's hand tightly, and asked worriedly.

   As we all know, the mysterious man is afraid of Dumbledore, and it is because of Dumbledore that the current magic world is so peaceful. If Dumbledore is dead, who else can stand up to the mysterious man?

   Rely on Harry Potter, the fabled savior?

   Don't be joking, even though Albert has always said that Harry Potter is the savior, whether that savior can defeat the mysterious man is probably a big question mark.

   This matter is likely to fall on Albert's head in the end, because he is almost the only existence that can confront Voldemort head-on after Dumbledore's death.

  However, Isobel didn't want her husband to take risks at all. Even though she had great confidence in Albert, she didn't want that day to come.

"We should trust Dumbledore, he will arrange everything before he dies." Albert put down the watermelon and put his hand lightly on the back of Isobel's hand. He probably guessed that Isobel was thinking What, he comforted softly: "I'm not the savior, and I won't be stupid enough to fight the mysterious man one-on-one. It's Harry Potter's job to defeat the mysterious man. We should believe him, just like Dumbledore has always believed haha Leigh Potter."

   "You have gone to duel with the mysterious man more than once." Isobel looked up into Albert's eyes and couldn't help complaining, "Gryffindor students love adventure from the bottom of their bones."

"No, that's not called an adventure. I usually call Dumbledore and have a righteous gang fight against the mysterious person." Albert put away the crystal ball, shook his head and corrected, "And, you should also know that I am actually I'm quite afraid of death."

   "I hope you are really afraid of death, not only for me, but also for our future children." Isobel held Albert's hand tightly and placed it gently on his stomach.

   "Are you pregnant?"

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

   "We will always have children." Isobel put a bottle of sunscreen in Albert's hand, and changed the subject, "Please put on sunscreen for me first."

   As he spoke, he took Albert to the parasol, where the house elf had already delivered two glasses of watermelon juice.

"When did you like to bask in the sun, be careful to get yourself tanned." Albert got some sunscreen in his hand, rubbed it vigorously, and helped Isobel apply it on all parts of his body carefully. He loves the process, or they all love the process.

"Okay, it's your turn, get down." Isobel sat up from the recliner and said while applying sunscreen to Albert, "You should throw away all your troubles now, relax, and keep calm. Nervous tension is not a good thing."

   "I'm not on my nerves all the time!"

   "Didn't you predict the future with the crystal ball just now?" Isobel pinched the flesh on Albert's waist and muttered dissatisfiedly, "It means that you have been paying attention to the changes in the future and are always concerned about the direction of the situation."

   Albert turned over and planned to paint the front face himself, but was stopped by Isobel.

   "Lie quietly." Isobel poked Albert's chest and said, "So don't always treat me like a fool."

"Who dares to take you for a fool." Albert could only endure the itching, and explained helplessly: "It can only be said that this is a common problem of prophets. Everyone hopes that they can have a bright future, especially in this turbulent world. In this era, if something bad happens, at least we can escape in the first place, or notify others to escape."

   "You know, I don't care about that."

   "Then what do you care about?"

   "I only care about you."

  Isobel didn't care what the British magic world would look like at all. She only hoped that Albert could get through this war safely.

   "Sorry to worry you."

"Actually, I hope we can leave Europe." Isobel almost pressed his head to Albert's face and whispered, "Away from all dangers and live a life that belongs to us. I don't want to live like my mother , that scares me."

   "My beautiful life has just begun, you should know that I cherish myself more than anyone else..."

  Isobel blocked Albert's words with his fingers.

"What's wrong."

  She brought her lips to Albert's ear and whispered a few words, which made his heart beat faster.

   "How is it?" Isobel asked.

Albert shook his head, looked at Isobel with a complicated expression, and reached out to touch her head, "There is no need for that at all, you should trust me, trust the intuition of a prophet, trust my strength and preparation, don't Forgot I had a time-turner."

   "Of course I believe you," Isobel said affirmatively, "but I need to take precautions."

"in case?"

   Albert's expression was extremely complicated, and he sighed heavily. In fact, he could understand Isobel's worries, after all, he was on Voldemort's must-kill list, and he would not stay in a home protected by the Loyalty Curse.

   "After returning to England, I will not run around and put myself in danger." Albert kissed his wife's forehead and gave his assurance.

  (end of this chapter)