In the evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Albert folded the map of the spot in his pocket, and left the House of Request amidst the whistles of Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

The three people seemed to have some strange misunderstanding about Albert's saying that they had an appointment with others.

Albert didn't bother to explain to them. If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. Anyway, I haven't dated Isabel.

When crossing the secret road to the third floor, Albert took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the pointer on it. It was a few minutes before seven o'clock in the evening.

There is enough time for him to walk to the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

Just past seven o'clock, Albert put his pocket watch in his pocket and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door of the office.

For a moment, footsteps came from inside the door.

Professor McGonagall opened the door, looked at Albert standing outside, and said, "Very punctual."

"I want to borrow it..."

Before Albert had finished speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted him.

"Bad has written to me about this." Professor McGonagall stepped back two steps, let the door open, and signaled Albert to come in and talk.

"You should use Floo powder, right?"

"will use."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall handed the box of Floo powder to Albert, and suddenly reminded: "Before the curfew, you must come back."

"I see." Albert took a pinch from the box and sprinkled the Floo powder onto the fireplace.

With a whirr, the fire in the fireplace rolled up a green flame and rose higher than the two.

Albert went straight into the fire and shouted "192 Diagon Alley". The whole person was sucked in by the flame, his body was spinning rapidly in a washing machine, and the whistling sound passed by his ears.

I don't know how long it took, Albert felt himself falling to the cold stone ground.

"Sir, are you okay?"

A sharp voice rang in Albert's ear, it was a house elf.

"Well, I'm fine."

"Please take my hand, I will take my husband to the place of the banquet."

As soon as Albert got up from the ground, the house elf reached out and grabbed his wrist, leading him to appear and disappear into place.

When Albert recovered completely, he found himself standing in a brightly lit hall.

The house elves next to him pushed him onto a chair.

"Good evening." Professor Broad greeted Albert with a smile, "It seems that you are not used to this way of traveling."

"Yeah, it feels a little uncomfortable." Albert suppressed the nausea and nodded slightly to the people present. He found that Serra Harris was also here.

"I think you will get used to it gradually." Tiberus Ogden comforted gently.

"Are you surprised why I am here?" Serra Harris blinked at Albert and said with a smile.

"I can probably guess why," Albert said.

"I hope you don't bother to spend Easter with us old men." Gerber Smith smiled kindly at Albert, "After all, we don't spend much time together. As family, it's still It takes time to cultivate your feelings."

The house elves quickly prepared the food. This time they still focus on French and Italian cuisines, but they are all foods that are easier to digest.

"I know you might be a little surprised, although some rules cannot be changed, but the rules are dead after all, people are alive, and people are more important." McDoug said calmly.

"So, I became one of you ahead of time?" Albert asked curiously after putting the cheese-drenched lobster meat into his mouth and swallowing it.

"You can say so." Professor Broad smiled and nodded.

"Can you tell me what made you make such a change?" After Albert finished speaking, he listened carefully while continuing to eliminate the spaghetti.

"I visited an old friend a while ago, and he told me that Mars that can bring war is still shining brightly above us." Tiberus Ogdenwin said softly.

"Prophet?" Albert put down his fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Tiberius and asked, "Is this suggesting that fighting will break out again soon?"

"Yes, he is very good at stargazing and divination." Ogden sighed and said: "He told me that in the past ten years, there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are just living between two wars. A short period of peace."

"I also heard some wind noises recently, related to the mysterious man." Albert said calmly: "It is said that the mysterious man stared at the Philosopher's Stone, and that stone is now at Hogwarts?"

"This is not good news." McDoug frowned. "It's hard to imagine Dumbledore doing that."

"Potter is enrolled this year." Professor Broad reminded, "Everyone calls him the savior. I think something might happen between them."

"Yes, your guess is correct, and I also think something will happen between them." Albert peeled off the lobster tongs that had been broken.

"As the heir to Wild Smith, you want you to take your own safety seriously." Gerber Smith didn't have any other negative feelings against him because his grandson was killed by Albert.

Sometimes, Albert feels incredible.

"Oh, of course I will protect myself, after all, I haven't lived enough yet." Albert said seriously.

At the dinner, they talked a lot. The first Wizarding War, and even earlier, the first generation of Dark Lords caused the magic world.

Whether it's Ogden, Smith, or even Harris, they are teaching Albert.

They are all worried about the outbreak of the Second Wizarding War, and even more worried that this war will last for a long time.

Voldemort made everyone only dare to use the name "the demon who can't even mention the name", not just because that name was enchanted, but because years, even longer, it caused imprints on people's hearts. Deep fear.

"If something bad really happens, I hope you can hide, or leave Britain altogether and wait for the war to end and come back." Ogden looked at Albert and said seriously.

Avoidance may be a weak act, but he is undoubtedly the best solution.

"Because I am a student of Gryffindor?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

Obviously, why a few people want to emphasize this to him at this time is undoubtedly because they are worried that he is a Gryffindor student.

Gryffindor students are not lacking in courage, but confronting Voldemort or his minions is obviously not what they want to see.

The Wildsmith family is too secretive. As long as all members hide, there is nowhere to find them even if you want to, and not many people know their existence.

"Don't worry, I cherish my life more than you, and I can actually divination." Albert said calmly.

"It is for this reason that we are not at ease." Professor Broad sighed softly, "When you were in the first grade, you dared to break into the forbidden forest alone. I know you have actually made a lot of preparations, but you still took a risk. , Even if the risk is very low, there are still risks after all~www.mtlnovel.com~ Don't need me to mention last year's things. McDoug said with a sigh.

"You like adventures so much. Perhaps you have made careful preparations for every adventure, but we don't want you to take risks, because nothing is perfect."

"Don't worry, I won't make fun of my life." Albert said calmly, "What's more, there is Isobel."

"Isobel's kid is also good, but you are more suitable," Ogden said.

"I heard you are dating?" Mogg asked tentatively.

"Well, we are indeed dating." Albert admitted directly.

"Look, I said they will definitely come together." Professor Broad blinked at the others and smiled, "They have similar personalities."

"Very good, after you graduate, let's get married." Gerber Smith clinched, "At that time, settle in a foreign country. Don't go back to the UK for the time being. We will all leave the UK to avoid the coming second wizard. war."

Albert was speechless when he heard the words.

To be honest, using the word war to describe it is a bit exaggerated.

Moreover, he knew that the so-called Second Wizarding War did not last as long as the first, and Voldemort was quickly ended by the savior.

The worries of the few present are undoubtedly redundant.

But Albert can never tell them that Voldemort quickly rushed to the street after the second war began.