Wishful thinking?

Scrimgeour didn't think the situation was very bad, otherwise, with the character of the other party, how could he bring his wife to the wedding at Weslai's house.

He knew that Anderson had quietly hid his family and the McDougal family before the mysterious man returned, successfully avoiding the revenge of the mysterious man and the Death Eaters.

"You shouldn't mind helping me out later!"

Scrimgeour looked sideways at Fred who was leading the guests in and said, "I remember you have a very good relationship with Wes's house."

"You're really looking more and more like the Minister of Magic now."

Albert looked at Scrimgeour, and felt that the position of Minister of Magic was experienced. In just one year, Scrimgeour has become a qualified politician.

Hagrid and Madam Maxim who were sitting next to me were confused. What do you mean that you look more and more like the Minister of Magic?

Isn't he the Minister of Magic?

Moreover, they found that Albert seemed to be very familiar with the guy who seemed to be the minister.

"Don't worry, that guy won't come." Albert said what Scrimgeour wanted to hear most, "And, haven't you already made arrangements?"

"I'd rather have some advice from you," said Scrimgeour, which was one of the reasons he was sitting here.

"Well, you have to hurry up."

"It seems that you think I will fail." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I hope you can succeed more, because it can save a lot of trouble."

"You're still as annoying as ever."

Scrimgeour took a deep look at Albert, couldn't help clenching his lowered hand, took a deep breath, got up and left. Of course he heard what Albert meant. The other party was not very optimistic about his plan and thought he would fail, but he obviously supported him in doing it.

"Can't you say something that people can understand?" Hagrid finally couldn't help complaining.

"Who was that just now?" Madam Maxim asked curiously.

She was not surprised that Albert knew the Minister of Magic, but the familiar tone just now seemed to be chatting with an old friend.

"Britain's Minister for Magic."

"Rufus Scrimgeour!" Hagrid couldn't help exclaiming, but he soon found that his voice had disappeared out of thin air.

"Hush!"

Albert made a hissing motion at Hagrid.

"That guy deliberately pretended to be someone else, obviously he didn't want anyone to know he was here. So now you know why I don't speak human words!"

Yin Zebeier couldn't help laughing.

Hagrid froze for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed to his throat, signaling Albert to undo the magic on him.

"What's wrong with you, Hagrid."

Harry didn't know when he was coming this way, and Ron and Hermione were beside him.

"Hagrid, what's the matter with you?"

Ron looked at Hagrid who was gesturing towards Albert, and asked puzzledly.

"When did you cast a spell on me?"

After Hagrid found that he could speak normally, he stared at Albert dissatisfied.

"Hagrid, think more before you speak and act. The current wizarding world is not as tolerant of you as our friends." Albert didn't care about Hagrid's gaze, and turned his head to Harry, Hermione and Ron Said, "I guess you don't want Hagrid to get into trouble either!".

"What the fuck." Hermione asked nervously.

Not only her, but also Harry and Ron had a bad feeling.

"As a remnant of the Dumbledore era, you are no longer suitable to stay in the current Hogwarts. I suggest you disappear for a while." Albert suggested.

"What remnants." Hagrid was completely stunned.

"It means to be Dumbledore's man." Albert looked sideways at Madam Maxim and said calmly, "If you stay in Hogwarts, you will get yourself into trouble sooner or later, wait Death Eaters take time out to deal with you, you really can't run away, what will

I don't need to tell you what happened. "

Albert also hoped that Mrs. Maxime could help persuade Hagrid.

"What's more, you definitely want to work in Hogwarts where Snape is the headmaster."

"Hagrid, I think you should listen to Albert's advice," Harry said to Hagrid, "If it wasn't for the prophecy of something important, Albert would definitely not have told you this at this time."

"What about Gloop?" Hagrid worried about his brother.

"Glop is not a child, he can definitely take care of himself, and you can't take care of him forever." Mrs. Maxim turned to look at Albert and asked, "What did you predict?"

"Hagrid will be imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, with dementors." Albert looked at Hagrid who couldn't help shaking, and said calmly, "Some dementors will be eaten to death The disciples will be reactivated and continue to go back to that prison to torture those poor Muggle wizards."

Yes, in Albert's prophecy, Hagrid failed to escape. He was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, and the situation did not look good.

Hagrid was taken aback after hearing this, he was indeed frightened by Albert's words.

no way.

Azkaban left only a bad impression on Hagrid.

"Don't expect the Death Eaters to manage Azkaban like the Ministry of Magic did in the past. It will become a **** in the future." Albert calmly said a bunch of shocking words: "Maybe half a year, maybe a year, Maybe longer, even forever with a lot of Muggle wizards."

"Don't take chances."

"Think about what happened to Professor Bubbaji, Hagrid. If Professor Bubbaji had followed Albert's advice from the beginning, he wouldn't have died."

As Hagrid's friend, Ron didn't want anything to happen to Hagrid either.

Since Professor Bubaji's death was so tragic, everyone else realized that Albert's advice should be listened to more or less.

"I thought you would persuade him again."

Yin Zebel held Albert's hand, and she suddenly realized that her husband was not only here to attend the wedding, but also knew that Albert really wanted his friend to have an accident, so she took advantage of Hagrid's other friends here , I hope they can help persuade Hagrid together.

"Sometimes it's like that, just do your best."

Albert sometimes regretted using prophecy, but with the ability to predict the future, he still couldn't help but use it.

"As Scrimgeour said, everyone has their own ideas, and you can't expect others to do what you want."

Albert seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked in a certain direction, and he saw a beautiful silver-haired girl staring at him.

"The wedding is about to begin." Yin Zebeier said softly.

"Well, I wish them luck!" Albert retracted his gaze and looked towards the entrance.

Mr. Delacour and Fleur were walking along the passage, and the eyes of the wizards on the scene were instantly attracted by today's heroine.

At this moment, everyone paled in front of Furong.

"She's really pretty."

Yin Zebeier leaned his head gently on Albert's shoulder.

"Well, it's very beautiful. But don't worry too much about it." Albert looked at Yin Zebeier who was a little envious, and whispered, "You will always attract me because of your wisdom and spiritual beauty. After all, we want to live together wife for life."

Living comfortably is the most important thing.

"Unfortunately, their luck is not very good."

Yin Zebeier looked at Fu Rong and Bill who were standing in front of the little wizard for the ring exchange ceremony~www.mtlnovel.com~ and felt that they were very unlucky.

Also being targeted by mysterious people and Death Eaters, his wedding went well, but this place is likely to become a battlefield in the future.

No, it's not possible, but it will inevitably become a battlefield.

"Don't worry, give them gifts when the time comes. I believe that Bill and Fleur's luck will not be too bad." Albert seemed to hear something, and turned his head to look at the one who was touched by the wedding just now.

Hutu, Hagrid who was taking out a bandanna to wipe his tears like blowing a trumpet, also saw Hermione who was also full of tears, and turned his head to look at Yin Zebel.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you were moved to tears just like them."

Yin Zebeier gave Albert a blank look, and applauded along with everyone, sending his blessings to the young couple. .

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