"Looks like the game is over?"

"Yeah, it's wonderful, Harry did a good job." Albert said with a smile, "I haven't seen Gryffindor win such a hearty game for a long time."

"I remember you were good at Quidditch too."

"People's energy is limited, and there is always a choice." Albert brought the topic back again, "How is it used over there?"

"The approximate location you predicted has been found." Dumbledore retracted his gaze from the window, "However, they did not find the bodies of Cassandra Vabraski and her family, or you should do some divination, lest they Did we have to look around in the past?"

"Alright, I guess I've been turned into an infernal corpse or a stone." Albert took out the crystal ball and continued to foretell the whereabouts of the corpse.

"Do you think they don't want people to know about this." Dumbledore looked at Albert who was divination and asked, "Or, they just deal with corpses at will."

"I hope it's the latter." Albert asked, looking up at Dumbledore. "You think he doesn't want people to know about it?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "Cassandra should have expected that Voldemort would find her, or she would not have been hospitalized. Unfortunately, she still underestimated Voldemort."

"If I had left the UK in the first place, or had found a place to hide, I would not have encountered such misfortune." Albert focused all his attention on the crystal ball in front of him, "So, I never underestimate it. Mysterious people don't even make fun of their own lives."

"Voldemort is indeed not a good kind, but many people still have luck." Dumbledore actually understands the thoughts of ordinary people, and everyone just wants to live a good life.

"That's how normal people think. No one wants to be involved in this brutal war, but they have no choice, do they?" Turned into a pile of stones thrown away at will."

"We should go."

Dumbledore raised his arm, and after Albert reached for it, he was apparated directly.

As soon as Albert's eyes returned to normal, he felt a cold wind blowing on his face. He found himself standing outside the wilderness, surrounded by several strange figures, probably hearing the sound of Apparition, and several wizards raised their hands. Point your wand this way.

"Dumbledore!"

Kingsley looked at Dumbledore in surprise, and then his eyes fell on Albert, who was looking around, obviously very surprised by Albert's arrival.

"You look busy!"

Albert tapped his body with his wand, and instantly put on a thick cloak to protect himself from the cold wind outside.

"The Aurors in the Ministry have other things to do, so many things that are not dangerous are now handed over to the crisis response team." Kingsley was also quite helpless, and the crisis response team has now become the Ministry of Magic. It's errands, but the Aurors can't be freed up to deal with these chores, they have more dangerous things to deal with.

"Have you found it?" Dumbledore asked.

"not yet"

"I guess you went to the wrong place. My divination is not here!" Albert looked at the village not far away, and suspected that this group of people was waiting for them to come here before acting together. After all, it was safer that way.

"Come with me!"

Dumbledore walked forward like an enclave, and brought everyone to a nearby abandoned village.

After Albert looked around, he waved the wand in his hand and created a pile of corpses out of thin air from the ground that had been empty.

"Transfiguration," he explained to the crowd. "The Death Eaters turned the corpse into a pile of rocks and threw it here at will."

Albert waved his wand again, lined up these people in front of everyone, and looked for Cassandra among the corpses.

There is no doubt that the old man who lived for a century is dead.

"I really don't understand why Voldemort wanted to kill them."

While the wizards were helping to dispose of the Cassandra family's corpse, Kingsley came to the two to discuss the matter, and the others around also pricked up their ears curiously.

"The mysterious person probably wants to use divination to achieve a certain purpose." Albert looked sideways at Dumbledore, and suddenly asked an inexplicable question: "How likely do you think she is a fake?"

"Counterfeit?" Kingsley was a little stunned. He didn't understand what Albert's words meant. Could the corpse be fake?

"You mean compound medicine?"

Dumbledore's response was quick, and he immediately understood the meaning of Albert's words.

Mainly, Barty Crouch Jr's mother and Peter's mother used compound medicine to die in Azkaban prison in the appearance of their own sons.

If you die after taking the compound medicine, it will not return to its original appearance.

This was also the way Albert gave Scrimgeour to get out, and let a dark wizard be killed by the mysterious man in his place.

As long as Scrimgeour died and left the UK and didn't appear again, basically no one would notice that something was wrong, and no one would find trouble with a dead person.

"It's possible, but it shouldn't be big, and why did Voldemort do this?" Dumbledore looked at Albert and frowned slightly.

If You-Know-Who really did this, how much did You-Know-Who had to hate Albert to set such a trap?

"It's always right to be careful."

Albert pulled a bottle of potion out of his pocket and handed it to Kingsley, saying, "Try this, I'm not sure if the antidote will work on the dead."

Unsurprisingly, the anti-curse had no effect on Cassandra's corpse, or it was Cassandra's corpse.

"Isn't it because Cassandra refused to help with the prophecy that Voldemort killed their entire family?" Kingsley was a little vague, feeling that this matter seemed to be different from what he thought.

"Of course not, Cassandra must have helped the mysterious man make prophecies." Albert reminded: "As long as you carefully calculate the time when Cassandra disappeared, otherwise she would not have died recently, I Never thought that You-Know-Who would be good-natured enough...to tolerate someone going against his will."

"But why did the mysterious man kill his whole family?"

"Maybe, she lied, maybe the mysterious person... who knows." Albert shook his head and said, "after all, the mysterious person is an elusive lunatic."

"What did you find?"

Albert saw Dumbledore bend over and take something from Cassandra's fingers.

"Some clues, it is likely that Cassandra left you with a code word!" Dumbledore took out a few things that looked like hair and looked up and down in front of him.

"Can you translate?" Albert narrowed his eyes and stared at a hair in Dumbledore's hand, which seemed to have some weird knots on it.

"The last thing I got was a series of numbers: 1227, 624, 815." Dumbledore looked at Albert and asked, "What do you think these three numbers represent?"

"Date." Albert said without hesitation, "The three time points should be December 27th, June 24th, and August 15th."

"date?"

Kingsley was even more puzzled, how did Albert think of the date in the first place, and why did he feel like a fool who didn't understand anything.

"But why did Cassandra keep these dates?"

"She probably wanted to imply that something bad might happen on these three dates." Dumbledore cast a glance at Albert, who thought that Albert probably knew something.

"No, I mean she seems pretty sure we're going to find her body." Kingsley felt the whole thing getting more and more inexplicable.

"It should be said that she thinks I will confirm whether she is dead." Albert felt that he might be over-hearted. If all these corpses were fake, then the trap would be too big to kill him.

However, when Dumbledore said he found the clues, his suspicions had been reduced a lot, because June 24th should be Dumbledore's death date, and August 15th is likely to be Scrimgeour's death time, that December On the 27th, it should be him.

Of course, this is also woven by Voldemort, but it is not very likely.

After the bodies were handed over to the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with Albert.

"What did you find?" Dumbledore put three white hairs on the table.

"In my prediction, you are likely to die in June." Albert took a sip of warm black tea and said.

"You think June 24th is the date of my death." Dumbledore was quick to accept this, not shy about his own death, and seemed to be considering whether to set the time at this time.

"August 15th is likely to be the time of Scrimgeour's death." Albert put down the teacup and continued to speculate: "Although I haven't predicted the specific time, the time of Scrimgeour's death should be around here. And I suspect the timing may not be very accurate, it should be said that this is only the forecast range.

"Do you have any plans for December 27th?" What did Dumbledore seem to realize?

"Hermione wants to send her family away, and she wants me to help." Albert narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Cassandra probably foresaw this and told it to You-Know-Who. "

Dumbledore stared at the hair on the table for a while, then sighed softly: "I probably know what prophecies she made for Voldemort."

"It's not hard to guess, is it?" Albert said softly. He didn't actually blame Cassandra, the other party was dead anyway.

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked again.

"It depends on the situation, if there is danger, you must avoid it!" Albert said without hesitation, "As long as the prophecy is avoided, there is a high probability of failure. Umbridge once succeeded because he did not go to the Forbidden Forest. Avoid a prophecy, or you will surely be greeted with warm hospitality by the Centaurs."

"You can advance the time." Dumbledore took out a quill and wrote something on the parchment. "There is no need to take risks. If Miss Granger needs to take time off, I can give her approval. For a few days off, let her go back to deal with family affairs in advance."

"You are very human."

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