In the south of France, in an uninhabited sea area, a sailboat with its movable buoys deployed was floating quietly on the sea.
Sitting on a seat in the lounge area on the deck, a young man wearing swimming trunks was staring intently at the crystal ball shrouded in white mist on the table, as if he wanted to see something from the crystal ball.
For a moment, the young man seemed to see something. He sighed softly and murmured: "Did it really happen?"
"What's wrong, dear?"
A gentle voice sounded from behind, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and Isobel, wearing a bathing suit, walked out with a basin of ice-cold watermelon floating behind her.
She handed the basin of watermelon to Albert and asked curiously: "What else did you predict?"
"Something bad happened." Albert picked up a piece of watermelon at random, took a bite, and turned his attention to Isobel, who was wearing a swimsuit.
"Bad things?"
Isobel looked at the crystal ball, but failed to see anything from the crystal ball, and then moved her gaze to Albert, "What happened?"
“See for yourself!”
Albert raised his hand and touched the crystal ball. The white mist in the crystal ball began to billow, and a charred palm appeared. It was Dumbledore looking at his charred palm.
"This...Dumbledore's situation seems to be very bad?"
Isobel stared at Dumbledore's palm and frowned slightly. Although she didn't know much about black magic, the blackened palm looked like it had lost all life and was completely necrotic.
"I'm afraid he has been struck by some kind of vicious curse." Albert felt helpless about this. "Dumbledore is probably... about to die. I've obviously reminded him more than once."
He did everything he had to do, but the effect was not great. As for keeping an eye on the whole process and directly helping Dumbledore avoid danger?
That is undoubtedly a very ridiculous thing.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the prophecy is not so easy to change.
"Is Dumbledore dying?"
Isobel's reaction was quite calm. She had guessed this a long time ago, but she just heard Albert say it from his own mouth today.
"Probably within the next one or two years." Albert said as he moved his palm from the crystal ball.
"What should I do about the mysterious man?" Isobel sat down on the chair next to him, reached out and held Albert's hand tightly, and asked with worry on his face.
As we all know, the mysterious man is afraid of Dumbledore. It is precisely because of Dumbledore that the current magical world is so peaceful. If Dumbledore dies, who else can stand up against the mysterious man?
Rely on Harry Potter, the legendary savior?
Don't be kidding, even though Albert keeps saying that Harry Potter is the savior, there is still a big question mark as to whether that savior can defeat the mysterious man.
This matter will most likely fall on Albert in the end, because he is almost the only one who can possibly confront Voldemort after Dumbledore's death.
However, Isobel did not want her husband to take risks at all. Even though she had great confidence in Albert, she did not want that day to come.
"We should believe Dumbledore, he will arrange everything before he dies." Albert put down the watermelon and gently put his hand on the back of Isobel's hand. He probably guessed what Isobel was thinking.
What? He comforted softly: "I am not the savior, and I will not be stupid enough to challenge the mysterious man. Defeating the mysterious man is Harry Potter's business. We should believe in him, just like Dumbledore has always believed in Harry Potter."
Leigh Porter."
"You have gone to duel with the mysterious man more than once." Isobel looked up into Albert's eyes and couldn't help complaining, "Gryffindor students love taking risks from the bottom of their hearts."
"No, that's not an adventure. I usually call Dumbledore and carry out a righteous group beating on the mysterious person." Albert put away the crystal ball, shook his head and corrected, "Besides, you should also know that I am actually still
I’m quite afraid of death.”
"I hope you are really afraid of death, not only for me, but also for our future children." Isobel held Albert's hand tightly and placed it gently on her belly.
"Are you pregnant?"
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
"We will always have children." Isobel put a bottle of sunscreen in Albert's hand and changed the topic, "Please help me put on the sunscreen first."
With that said, he took Albert to the parasol, where the house elf had already given him two glasses of watermelon juice.
"When did you like to bask in the sun? Be careful and get a tan." Albert took some sunscreen in his hand, rubbed it vigorously, and helped Isobel apply it carefully to all parts of her body.
He likes this process, or they all like this process.
"Okay, it's your turn, get down." Isobel sat up from the lounge chair and said while applying sunscreen to Albert, "You should put aside all your worries now and relax.
It’s not a good thing to have tight nerves.”
"I'm not on edge all the time!"
"Didn't you just use the crystal ball to predict the future?" Isobel pinched the flesh of Albert's waist hard and muttered dissatisfied, "It shows that you have been paying attention to future changes and have always been concerned about the direction of the situation."
Albert turned over and planned to paint the front side himself, but was stopped by Isobel.
"Lie quietly." Isobel poked Albert's chest and said, "So don't always think of me as a fool."
"Who dares to treat you as a fool?" Albert could only endure the itching and explained helplessly: "It can only be said that this is a common problem among prophets. Everyone hopes that they can have a bright future, especially in this turbulent time.
In this era, if something bad happens, at least we can escape as soon as possible or notify others to escape."
"You know, I don't care about that."
"Then what do you care about?"
"I only care about you."
Isobel didn't care what would happen to the British wizarding world, she just hoped that Albert could survive this war safely.
"Sorry for making you worry."
"Actually, I prefer that we can leave Europe." Isobel almost put her head on Albert's face and whispered, "Away from all dangers and live a life that belongs to us. I don't want to live like my mother.
, that terrifies me.”
"My beautiful life has just begun. You should know that I cherish myself more than anyone else..."
Isobel blocked Albert's words with her fingers.
"What's wrong."
She put her lips to Albert's ear and whispered a few words, which made his heart beat faster.
"How is it?" Isobel asked.
Albert shook his head, looked at Isobel with a complicated expression, reached out and touched her head, "There is no need for that at all, you should believe in me, the intuition of a prophet, my strength and preparation, don't
Forgot I had a time-turner."
"Of course I believe you," Isobel said firmly, "but I need to take precautions just in case."
"in case?"
Albert's expression was extremely complicated, and he sighed heavily. He could actually understand Isobel's worries. After all, he was on Voldemort's must-kill list, and he would not stay peacefully in a home protected by the Loyalty Curse.
"After returning to the UK, I will not run around and put myself in danger." Albert kissed his wife's forehead and gave his assurance.