"...I have indeed just attended an emergency meeting of the International Federation in France. I would like to tell you some good news by the way. President Babajide Akinbad of the International Federation has promised to help organize and coordinate the dispatch of magicians from various countries.
Aurors from the ministry come to the UK to help fight against evil forces and maintain order. We will not yield to any evil forces..."
In the headline of the Daily Prophet, Minister Scrimgeour is encouraging everyone to continue to fight. The current difficulties are only temporary, and support from various countries will soon arrive in the UK.
"Do you think it will work?" Isobel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.
"It doesn't work. It's unrealistic to expect others to help, but after all, we still have to give everyone some hope so that they have the motivation to continue to persevere." Albert never expected that various countries would send people to support, and it was not difficult to watch from the original plot.
Out of this, the so-called International Federation of Wizards didn't even see a shadow of it.
Perhaps other countries have no intention of sending people to support Britain at all, but choose to watch Britain's jokes with cold eyes.
As for the legendary secrecy law, it can be reduced to a joke when necessary.
"Aren't you afraid that everyone won't be able to wait for help and their confidence will eventually collapse?" Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Even if I don't do that, I probably won't be able to hold on for long." Albert shook his head and said, "Besides, Scrimgeour probably didn't lie. If he had no choice but to let the Death Eaters go around causing trouble, he would probably expose the wizarding world to trouble.
In front of the melon."
"It is very difficult to curb this kind of thing. It is easier to destroy than to build."
"So, these words are just to throw the blame away?"
"It cannot be said that the significance of the International Federation of Wizards is to play its role at this time?"
"You are planning to take off their underwear directly!" Isobel covered her mouth and chuckled, "You seem to hate these so-called organizations."
It is not difficult for Isobel to imagine how bad the British wizards' perception of this international organization will be if support from the International Federation of Wizards has not yet arrived.
This matter will also affect other European countries.
When Britain was fighting against the famous second-generation Dark Lord, the International Federation of Wizards was unwilling to help. If other countries encountered other problems, could they be expected to lend a helping hand?
"yes!"
"I don't like it, they are a bunch of hypocritical guys."
"Of course, that was Scrimgeour's last choice. There is no way the British Ministry of Magic can handle it. He just made the problem clear."
Albert no longer has any expectations about whether the future will follow the original plot. The strong wind stirred up by the flapping wings of his butterfly has already caused earth-shaking changes in many things in the future.
It was precisely for this reason that he did so many things to prepare to completely surround Voldemort.
"As expected, it was you who taught Scrimgeour to do that." Isobel was not too surprised.
"I'm just giving Scrimgeour some trivial advice." Albert gestured with his finger and thumb.
"The minister's senior adviser!" Isobel joked.
Albert gave Skrein a lot of ideas, especially many of the current radical policies of the Ministry of Magic, which are inextricably related to him.
"It can only be regarded as a cooperative relationship, with mutual benefit and win-win results for everyone."
Albert glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up and said, "It's almost time. They should be arriving soon. I'll go outside to pick them up first."
"be safe."
"I will."
Albert picked up the wand on the table, kissed Isobel on the cheek, nodded slightly to Mrs. McDougal who was bringing the cut apples, and walked outside.
Then, wait in the next room not far away.
After a while, the house elf Dobby brought the two healers over.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daisy, Mrs. Mary." Albert nodded slightly to the two ladies as a greeting.
"here it is……"
Both of them were a little surprised that the wealthy Albert would live here.
However, they soon realized that they had guessed wrong.
"This is a Muggle apartment, please come with me!" Albert led the two of them to a nearby safe house.
Looking at the cumbersome way to enter, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary looked at each other, obviously surprised by Albert's strict protection of his family.
"This place is protected by the Loyalty Charm." Albert explained to them, "Please wash your face here."
"What's the point of this?" Mrs. Daisy asked curiously.
"Similar to the goblin anti-thief waterfall, it can wash away the curses on the body, including the soul-stealing curse. Of course, the configuration of this potion is a bit difficult, and the effect is relatively average." Albert explained.
"There is such a magical potion?" Mrs. Mary looked at Albert suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You invented it."
"If no one else invented it, I should have invented it." Albert led them into the living room, walked to Isobel, and introduced them to them, "This is my wife, Isobel."
"Hello." Isobel greeted the two therapists with a smile.
"It should be more than three months ago!"
Mrs. Daisy looked at Isobel's abdomen and made an immediate judgment.
"Almost four months." Isobel nodded.
"Go to the specially prepared medical room!"
Mrs. McDougal stretched out her hand to help Isobel up and signaled Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary to follow her to the medical room next door, which was converted from a study.
"The environment here is even better than St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies." Mrs. Mary muttered quietly as she looked at the clean and bright room.
The equipment in the room is quite complete. You can basically find everything in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.
Of course, there is nothing special to prepare in a wizard's hospital. Many therapists rely on wands and magic potions to treat patients.
Albert sat in an armchair next to the wall, watching the two therapists perform a full-body examination on Isobel, and listening to the conversation between the four of them, Albert realized that wizards could not predict the birth of a child as accurately as Muggles.
The time can only be reduced to a certain range through speculation.
Isobel was lucky that no other girl at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Maladies was expected to give birth at the same time as she was.
"Very healthy, you took good care of her." Mrs. Daisy said to Albert with a smile after giving Isobel a full body examination.
"Does the gender identification of the child need to be done?" Mrs. Mary asked the couple for their opinions. "The gender identification of the child can be done in three or four months."
"No need for that, I already know the gender of the child."
"Already know?"
Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary were both a little stunned, obviously unable to understand how Albert knew.
"I am a fortune teller, and it is not difficult for me to know the gender of my child." Albert explained to the two of them.
"You must be a very good fortune teller." Mrs. Mary complimented, and handed Albert a list of precautions for pregnant women, and warned her carefully, showing that she was very serious and responsible.
After all, after collecting so many galleons, it would make them uneasy if they did nothing, so they both tried their best.
There is no way, who asked Albert to give too much.
"It seems that the galleons you paid have taken effect."
After Mrs. McDoug sent the two therapists away, Isobel said to Albert with a smile.
"It's normal. As long as the money is enough, they will work hard to take good care of you." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said.
"You shouldn't be intimidating them, right?" Isobel pursed her lips and showed a happy smile.
"They themselves know very well that after taking the money, they have to do things well, and if they mess up, they have to pay for it." Albert helped Isobel walk into the suitcase and let her sit on the sofa.
After getting off the bus, I went outside to wait for Mrs. McDougal to come back and prepared to go home directly.
At this moment, Albert found that his wrist actually responded. It was an urgent message from the Weasley brothers. He took out his communication pen and unfolded it to read the message: Cedric was in trouble.