After returning from Hagrid, Hermione went directly to Albert, but unfortunately no one was found. She learned from the Weasley brothers who were having a snowball fight outside the castle that Albert might have gone on a date.

That night, Hermione lost sleep, thinking about Hagrid and the giant.

She was really worried that Hagrid would hide the giant in the Forbidden Forest, and even more worried that he would get into trouble for it.

The next day, Hermione found Albert with dark circles.

"You didn't seem to sleep well last night." Albert noticed Hermione's dark circles and reminded kindly, "Insomnia is the enemy of girls. If you can't sleep, you can try drinking some sleeping pills."

"Thank you, I have something I want to talk to you about, something very important." Hermione ignored the curious glances from Fred, George and Lee Jordan, and pulled Albert to a remote corner.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked gently, and took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and poured a pill into Hermione's hand, "This is a potion to refresh and restore energy."

"Thank you." Hermione swallowed and said slowly, "I saw your letter to Hagrid."

Albert didn't speak, and let Hermione continue.

"Hagrid is hiding something in the Forbidden Forest, right? His injuries..." Hermione's shoulders trembled slightly. "You must know what he's hiding in the Forbidden Forest, right?"

"That's Hagrid's privacy." Albert pulled out his wand and simply cast a spell to make sure no one could eavesdrop on the next conversation, "If he doesn't want to tell you, I won't reveal anything to anyone else. ."

"It's a giant, right? In addition to the possibility of fighting with a giant monster, his injury is a giant, and Hagrid just went to the giant." Hermione raised her head tremblingly and looked at Albert, hoping to get a negative answer.

"If Hagrid doesn't want to tell anyone, it's best for us as friends to pretend we don't know, lest he be embarrassed." Albert was a little surprised that Hermione had guessed the answer. It seemed that it wasn't just Harry who was growing fast, because Is it because of the butterfly flapping its wings?

"But...why did he do this, Hagrid must know how dangerous giants are?" Hermione was in a bad mood, she said in a low voice, "Hagrid's situation is bad enough now."

To be honest, Albert was a little skeptical that Hagrid knew about the dangers of giants.

"You already knew, didn't you, that's why you said in the letter that you couldn't help him." Hermione slumped against the wall of the corridor and repeated in a low voice, "You knew Hagrid would be fired by Toad, right? "

Albert looked at Hermione, who was a little broken down, and didn't answer her question.

"Hagrid always took it for granted." Hermione smiled bitterly. "Is it really okay?"

"When he's expelled and forced to leave Hogwarts, he'll probably, no, Hagrid will, that's why you just rejected him in your letter." Hermione couldn't imagine what it would be like at that time.

For most wizards, the giant itself is a threat. Maybe it may not have malicious intentions, but it can easily kill a person with a light touch or a pinch.

Hermione had actually seen this tendency in Hagrid for a long time. Those giants were different from Hagrid, and they didn't even realize how vulnerable the wizard was.

"That's not your fault." Albert took out the handkerchief and handed it to Hermione, softly saying.

"But why did he make his life so difficult." Hermione choked in a low voice.

"Hagrid must have had his reasons," said Albert.

"You know why, right?" Hermione looked at Albert.

"Those are Hagrid's private affairs, I can't reveal other information to you." Albert said calmly, "If one day Hagrid wants to ask you for help, you can refuse him directly, even if it is good friends. There is also a limit to help, beyond your ability, directly refusing is the best choice, and you don't need to feel guilty about it, just like I also refused directly.

"But"

"No but, everyone is responsible for their own actions. No one can help you for the rest of your life, not even parents, let alone friends." Albert's tone was flat, "Do your best to be worthy of this. Friendship."

In fact, Albert can understand Hermione's broken mentality.

Albert didn't want to make unnecessary comments on Hagrid bringing his half-brother back to take care of him, anyway, someone like him would definitely not be able to do such a thing.

As for Hagrid's fear of his brother dying in the giant's camp, that's all the more hilarious.

You must know that Hagrid may be a few years younger than the noseless monster, and it is estimated that he is at least sixty-five years old, and his brother, no matter how young, can be young, a guy who has lived in the giant camp for decades , how could he not survive?

In Albert's opinion, it is simply the biggest joke of the century.

After appeasing Hermione, Albert went to the hall for dinner. After ignoring the teasing of Fred and George, he turned his attention to the teacher's chair. The injury on Hagrid's face was much better. Returned with enthusiasm.

At least, Umbridge looked at Hagrid coldly, and the smirk was even more hypocritical, Albert knew that Toad wanted to find an excuse to fire Hagrid long ago.

"Toad's eyes aren't good," said George in a low voice. "Hagrid's all right."

"At least, I won't be expelled before Professor Trelawney." Albert said firmly.

"By the way, I almost forgot, this is for you." George took a note from his pocket and handed it to Albert.

"Professor Dumbledore had it handed over to you."

Albert opened the note, glanced at the content on it, and ignited it into ashes.

"Every time I see it, it's incredible." Li Jordan muttered softly, looking at the parchment that burned up in the air.

"You can also take the time to practice, maybe you can master it." Albert suggested.

"Forget it, no matter how you look at it, it's a super-difficult skill, and we haven't even mastered the silent spell." George was very self-aware.

That night, according to the password on the note, Albert stepped on the time to go to the appointment.

When he knocked on the door to enter, Professor Dumbledore was rarely doing anything else, but was wandering around the headmaster's office, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You don't seem very happy." Albert was keenly aware that the old man seemed to be in a bad mood.

"No, it's just that a lot has happened recently." Dumbledore sat on the armchair behind the desk, raising his hand to signal Albert to find a place to sit.

"It's true that a lot of things happened." Albert said noncommittally, "You are looking for me..."

"What you want."

Having said that, Dumbledore put a bottle of golden potion in front of Albert. The amount of this bottle of Flux is not too much, only about two days.

"Your efficiency is faster than I expected." Albert was a little surprised. Although he was brewing the Flux, it was necessary to store some Flux before the Flux was successfully brewed.

"Get it from an old friend."

"Mr. Slughorn?" Albert guessed who Dumbledore was talking about as an old friend. "I thought he would find a place to hide because of his character."

"Horace did hide, and it took me a while to find him," Dumbledore said with a smile, not surprised by Albert's guess.

"Hiding in an unoccupied Muggle house?" Albert said again.

"Looks like you know?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Mr. Slughorn likes to enjoy. Muggles know how to enjoy better than wizards. With the contempt of black wizards for Muggles, it is relatively safe to hide in a strange Muggle home." Albert stared at the golden potion and analyzed it carefully. Said: "How much Galleon do I need to pay."

"One hundred Galleons."

"It's cheaper than I expected." Albert waved his wand and conjured a bag of Galleons out of thin air and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"Horace asked me to tell you that he likes the Polo candied fruit you send every year. It would be even better if you could leave him a photo of the duel champion." Dumbledore told Albert what an old friend said.

"I will, he will serve at Hogwarts next year." Albert deliberately revealed some information, "I would like to ask you to help me transfer it to him, anyway, you will definitely visit Slug then. Mr Horn."

"This is really surprising news." Dumbledore was a little surprised by Albert's news, but he quickly thought of the reason, where did the old friend have news he wanted to know.

"I thought you had already made up your mind."

"The fortune-tellers I know can't see as clearly as you." Dumbledore was very surprised at Albert's level of fortune-telling: "How much do you think it is, I think you should know what I am talking about."

"I remember we discussed this sensitive topic before." Albert put the Flux back in his pocket and said to Dumbledore: "Besides, don't you have a guess yourself? With the character of a mysterious person, you will use it Which number to make the same amount of stuff."

"Surely which number?" Dumbledore murmured.

"You have to take the unexpected into account." Albert hesitated for a moment, but still reminded, lest Dumbledore fall into the pit.

"Accidentally, you mean..."

Dumbledore knew what Albert meant and stopped discussing this matter. Horcrux was a sensitive topic after all.

However, Dumbledore was a little surprised that Albert was so clear, he seemed to think of something, and said, "I found some clues."

"I'm not interested in your holiday adventure." Albert shook his head and refused. "Maybe it will be a thrilling adventure story, but...that's not for me. If I were you, I would pay attention to safety."

"It seems you guessed it? Where will I die? No, you said I would..." Dumbledore was still very calm when talking about his own death.

"You can drink some Fuling at that time, and maybe your intuition will give you some help." Albert suggested.

"You are right, although it may not be useful." Dumbledore agreed with Albert's point of view. Although he was not afraid of death, no one wanted to die if possible.

"Do you really stop thinking about teaching Harry?" Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject.

"No, I don't want to be targeted by the mysterious man. I know what you're worrying about, but it's not a pleasant thing to be followed by that guy." Albert refused directly, although he had been taught Harry's brain earlier. The task of Occlumency, but as far as he knows, Potter has not been able to learn Occlumency until the end, which shows that he has no talent in this area.

Maybe it's Snape too...

"Of course, there is another reason, I doubt that Potter can learn Occlumency." Albert said without shyness: "I have taught other people, I know a few things, Potter is very emotional People, he never suppressed his emotions, but faced them very honestly, such wizards usually cannot suppress their memories, and the difficulty of mastering Occlumency will be more difficult than ordinary people."

If you can complete the task, that's fine. If you can't, you will not only waste a lot of time and energy, you may also be targeted by Voldemort, and you will be extremely depressed, which is a blood loss.

So Albert would rather give up this quest with a decent reward than try it lightly.

Don't look at Harry's ability to control his emotions well, it's just superficial, forced by tranquilizers, Harry Potter always carries a pill bottle with him now.

At this moment, the door of the principal's office was suddenly knocked on. Professor McGonagall pushed the door and walked in. After his eyes fell on Albert, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Obviously, he didn't expect to see Albert here. special.

"Minerva, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Our senior investigators have issued a new education order." Professor McGonagall refused to mention Umbridge's name. "She banned Harry and the Weasley brothers for life and confiscated them. their broomsticks."

"I know."

Dumbledore said it lightly, as if it were a trivial matter.

"There are some things I can't do, and I heard Nick say that she seems to be planning to fire a professor in the near future." Professor McGonagall's tone was a little reproachful, "Maybe you shouldn't let Hagrid come back at this time. , you know she never liked Hagrid."

Dumbledore turned to look at Albert, as if asking him who had been fired.

"Obviously it's our divination professor. As for Hagrid, it's up to him to see if he can tide over the current difficulties." Albert was not surprised by this.

"She's messed up the whole school in just a few months, and maybe she wants to kick you out of school." Professor McGonagall said through gritted teeth.

"I know. In fact, I heard that I have an army at school." Dumbledore winked mischievously. "The news really surprised me."

Professor McGonagall didn't intend to stay any longer, so she turned around and left. At least Albert was here, and she couldn't say much about some things.

"It seems that you don't care much about what happens in the school." Albert said softly.

"Some things are more important," said Dumbledore quietly.

"Defeat the Mysterious Man?" Albert looked at Dumbledore, but UU Reading www.uukanshu.com didn't wait for him to answer, and continued, "I know what you care about is different from others, but everyone cares more about being with you. Things that matter to you, like exams, for example... Firenze is a good candidate, but it's not good news for other centaurs, it means "slaves of men", if you're going to hire Firenze... "

Albert didn't finish his sentence, he believed that Dumbledore should be able to guess what he wanted to say.

However, compared to these things, he felt that Dumbledore didn't really care too much, defeating Voldemort was the most important thing.

As for Umbridge's trick with Fudge, Dumbledore never cared, because he knew that when Voldemort was fully exposed, everything would be back to normal. There is no point in having an unnecessary conflict with Fudge now, except to waste a lot of time and energy. If he wants to be the Minister of Magic, this is a good choice, but it is a pity that Dumbledore never thought of becoming the Minister of Magic himself. Therefore, it is better to let the students of Hogwarts see what kind of people Fudge and Umbridge are.

Abbott doesn't actually think that's a problem, but for many it means they're going to have a bad semester.

The century-old man was sometimes more ruthless than anyone else, and he was even ready to sacrifice for victory.

As members of the Order of the Phoenix always like to say: some things are worth dying for.

This is actually one of the reasons why Albert did not join the Order of the Phoenix in the end.

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