Hogwarts Reading Days

"...I did just attend an emergency meeting of the International Federation in France, and here is a piece of good news for everyone. The president of the International Federation, Babajid Akinbad, has promised to help organize and coordinate the dispatch of magicians from various countries. The Aurors from the Department came to the UK to help fight against evil forces and maintain order, and we will not surrender to any evil forces..."

On the headlines of the "Daily Prophet", Minister Scrimgeour is encouraging everyone to continue to fight. The current difficulties are only temporary, and support from various countries will soon arrive in the UK.

"Do you think it works?" Isobel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.

"It doesn't work, it's unrealistic to expect others to help, but in the end, we still have to give everyone some hope so that they have the motivation to continue." Albert never expected that countries would send people to help, and it was not ugly from the original plot. From this point, the so-called International Federation of Wizards didn't even see a shadow.

Perhaps, other countries did not intend to send people to support the United Kingdom at all, but chose to watch the British jokes with a cold eye.

As for the legendary secrecy law, it can also be reduced to a joke when necessary.

"Aren't you afraid that everyone will not be able to wait for help, and eventually their confidence will collapse?" Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Even if we don't do that, I don't think we can last long." Albert shook his head and said, "Besides, Scrimgeour probably didn't lie. As a last resort, he probably can only let the Death Eaters mess around, exposing the wizarding world to the troubles." In front of the melon."

"It is very difficult to contain this kind of thing. It is easier to destroy than to build."

"So, these words are just to throw the pot away?"

"It can't be said in the same way. Isn't the significance of the International Federation of Wizards playing its role at this time?"

"You're going to take off their underwear!" Isobel covered his mouth and chuckled, "You seem to hate these so-called organizations."

It is not difficult for Isobel to imagine that the support from the International Federation of Wizards has not arrived, and how bad British wizards will feel about this international organization.

This matter will also affect other European countries.

When Britain was fighting against the famous second-generation Dark Lord, the International Federation of Wizards was unwilling to help. If other countries encountered other problems, could they be expected to lend a helping hand?

"Yes!"

"I don't like it, those are a bunch of hypocritical guys."

"Of course, that was Scrimgeour's last choice. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't afford it. He just made the problem clear."

Albert no longer has any expectations about whether the future will follow the original plot of the novel. The gust of wind created by his butterfly flapping wings has already changed many things in the future.

It is precisely because of this that he has done so many things, preparing to completely contain Voldemort.

"As expected, you taught Scrimgeour to do that." Isobel was not too surprised.

"I'm just giving Scrimgeour some trivial suggestions." Albert gestured with his fingers and thumbs.

"The minister's senior advisor!" Isobel teased.

Albert gave Skrein a lot of ideas, especially the many radical policies of the Ministry of Magic, which are inextricably linked to him.

"It can only be regarded as a cooperative relationship, and everyone is mutually beneficial and win-win."

Albert glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stood up and said, "It's almost time, they should be here soon, I'll go outside to pick them up first."

"be careful."

"I will."

Albert picked up the wand on the table, kissed Isobel on the cheek, nodded slightly to Mrs. McDougall who came over with the cut apples, and walked outside.

Then, wait in the next room not far away.

After a while, Dobby the house-elf took over the two healers.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daisy, Mrs. Mary." Albert nodded slightly to the two ladies as a greeting.

"here it is……"

Both of them were a little surprised that rich Albert would actually live here.

However, they soon realized that they had guessed wrong.

"This is the Muggle apartment, please come with me!" Albert led the two to a nearby safe house.

Looking at the cumbersome way of entering, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary looked at each other, obviously surprised by Albert's strict protection of his family.

"This place is protected by the Fidelity Curse." Albert explained to them, "Please wash your face here."

"What's the point?" Mrs. Daisy asked curiously.

"The anti-thief waterfall, which is similar to the goblin, can wash away the curses on the body, including the Imperius Curse. Of course, the configuration of this potion is a bit difficult, and the effect is relatively average." Albert explained.

"There is such a magical potion?" Mrs. Mary looked at Albert suspiciously, and finally couldn't help asking, "You invented it."

"If no one else invented it, then I should have invented it." Albert led them into the living room, walked to Isobel, and introduced them, "This is my wife, Isobel."

"Hello." Isobel smiled and greeted the two therapists.

"It should be more than three months!"

Mrs. Daisy looked at Isobel's abdomen and immediately made a judgment.

"Almost four months." Isobel nodded.

"Go to the specially prepared medical room!"

Mrs. McDougal reached out to support Isobel, motioned to Mrs. Daisy, and Mrs. Mary followed her to the medical room transformed from a study next door.

"The environment here is even better than that in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Mrs. Mary muttered softly as she looked at the clean and bright room.

The equipment in the room is quite complete. You can basically find everything in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Of course, there is nothing special to prepare in the wizard's hospital. Many healers rely on magic wands and potions to treat patients.

Albert sat on the armchair by the wall, watched the two therapists give Isobel a full body examination, and listened to the conversation of the four, Albert realized that wizards cannot predict the birth of a child as accurately as Muggles The time can only be reduced to a certain range by speculation.

Isobel's luck is good, there is no girl in St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital who is expecting to give birth at the same time as her.

"Very healthy, you took good care of her." Mrs. Daisy said to Albert with a smile after giving Isobel a complete physical examination.

"Is it necessary to do a gender identification of the child?" Mrs. Mary asked the two couples for their opinions. "The sex identification of the child can be done in three or four months."

"No need for this, I already know the gender of the child."

"Already know?"

Both Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary were a little stunned, obviously unable to understand how Albert knew.

"I'm a fortune teller, and it's not difficult for me to know the gender of the child." Albert explained to the two.

"You must be a very good fortuneteller." Mrs. Mary complimented, and handed Albert a notice for pregnant women, and told him carefully, very seriously and responsibly.

After all, after collecting so many Galleons, it would make them uneasy if they didn't do anything, so both of them did their best.

No way, who made Albert give too much.

"It seems that the Galleon you paid has taken effect."

After Mrs. McDougall sent the two therapists away, Isobel said to Albert with a smile.

"It's normal, as long as the money is enough, they will take care of you." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said.

"You wouldn't threaten them, would you?" Isobel pouted, showing a happy smile.

"They themselves know very well that after taking the money, they have to do things well, and they have to pay for it if they mess up." Albert helped Isobel into the suitcase and let her sit on the sofa. After getting off, he went outside to wait for Mrs. McDougal to come back, and prepared to go home directly.

At this moment, Albert found that his wrist actually responded. It was an urgent message from the Weasley brothers. He took out the communication pen and opened it to check the information on it: something happened to Cedric.

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