Albert placed a cup of milk tea in front of Isobel, and he sat down on the sofa next to him with a cup in his hand, his eyes falling on the photo frame on the table.
"Mom asked Dobby to bring the book. I feel that the things in the book are useless." Isobel put down the book in her hand, took a sip of milk tea and said, "She asked us to go back when we have time."
"Well, after the things here are over, we will return to England." Albert put his hand gently on Isobel's belly, "When did it happen?"
"A few days ago, but it hasn't been officially confirmed yet. You also know that I don't have any experience in this area." Isobel looked very calm. She had expected this day to come and was ready to accept it.
Mentally prepared, although it was indeed a bit early for her.
"Don't worry, I will stay with you." Albert held Isobel's hand.
"I know."
Isobel has never been afraid of this, especially since she received Albert's protection last time.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
Albert quickly glanced at the map to confirm who was coming before standing up from his seat and opening the door for him.
"Good morning Professor."
Albert smiled and greeted Dumbledore who was standing outside the door.
"How are Nico and Perenal?" Dumbledore asked directly.
"After the elixir of life was used up, their health became worse and worse." Albert took a step back to make way for Dumbledore, "I made a prophecy not long ago, probably today."
"Your prophecy is really convenient." Dumbledore entered the house and closed the door behind him. "However, it is best not to abuse it casually. Knowing the future results is sometimes not a good thing."
"They should be waking up soon. Let's sit down first!" Albert made Dumbledore a cup of milk tea. "If today's schedule is not busy, just stay and accompany them for the last journey. I think Nico
And Perenal will definitely be happy to meet you."
"I'm free all day today." Dumbledore added a few sugar cubes to the milk tea and slowly stirred it with a spoon. "Nico and Perenal are lucky."
The two of them were not alone before they died, and there were still people who were willing to accompany them all the time.
"You are hurt?"
Albert's eyes fell on Dumbledore's blackened and withered left palm.
"yes."
Dumbledore put down the spoon, took a sip of milk tea, and said softly: "But it's worth it."
"does it worth?"
"I do not regret."
"Sure enough, it is difficult to change the outcome of the prediction. The best way is not to go." Albert sighed helplessly.
"It seems that you expected it."
"I know I can't convince you, and I never thought of doing that." Albert shook his head, "I can only give you a little reminder, but it's obviously of no use."
Isobel looked at the two people playing riddles with a strange expression. Because the tone of the two people was so bland, those who didn't know thought they were talking about what to eat for breakfast today.
"I'm very curious. You, who have always been very rational, would actually make such a fatal mistake." Albert asked his doubts.
"It's impossible for people to make mistakes forever." Dumbledore didn't care at all about his injuries.
"Wrong? I thought you... forget it." Albert put down the tea cup, looked at Dumbledore's blackened palm and said, "Actually, I have always been curious about what made you pick up that ring?"
"Everyone has something they desire." Dumbledore said lightly.
"It seems you got what you wanted." Albert sighed, "It's just that the price is a bit high."
"I don't regret it." Dumbledore looked at Albert and said calmly: "I have lived for a long time, death is not scary to me, and I still have enough time to complete what I want to do.
Things to do.”
"Just be happy." Albert shook his head and said, "Anyway, I haven't lived enough."
Dumbledore looked at Isobel next to him, nodded and said, "You are still young and you still have a lot of good times ahead of you."
"If you want Harry to succeed you, then train him well." Albert said suddenly.
"I'm already doing it, and Harry is also very good." Dumbledore finished the milk tea in his cup and refilled himself with another cup.
"You can't expect Harry to be lucky forever."
"Lucky? Harry didn't get through the difficulties just by relying on luck." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not liking Albert's choice of words.
"There are actually big problems with your plan." Albert said calmly. "Sometimes knowledge and courage alone are not enough. You need to give Harry the strength to face the unknown."
"You're right, but I can't expect Harry to be able to defeat Voldemort on his own." Dumbledore said softly: "Harry is not you. There is no chance of winning in that way. You and I both know this. I have to use
Other methods, methods that even Voldemort himself ignored."
"What if Harry died unfortunately?" Albert felt that if Harry were not the protagonist, he would have died long ago given his character and behavior.
"I believe Harry," Dumbledore said.
"Actually, I also believe that Harry can defeat the mysterious man." Albert suddenly said, "However, it is still necessary to have the power of self-protection. At least he can protect the people he wants to protect at critical moments, instead of looking at others.
Let others sacrifice for him."
Dumbledore was silent because he understood the meaning of Albert's words: many people will die in the near future.
Although Dumbledore knew very well that in this wizarding war, sacrifice was inevitable.
"Is this the reason?" Dumbledore actually agreed with Albert's words, but he would not gamble because Harry was not Albert.
Sometimes, Dumbledore also thought that it would be great if Albert was the savior, it would make him much easier.
Unfortunately, he is not.
"No, that's just one of the reasons." Albert's voice was full of disgust, "Although I don't want to admit it, this world is cruel and realistic. If I don't become stronger, I will probably...
Nothing."
"Only the strong are qualified to be kind, only the strong are qualified to talk about kindness, only the strong are qualified to be fair, and only the strong have the right to choose..." Albert said as if he was mocking himself, "In fact, you should be better than
Everyone knows it, so you helped compile the laws of the Ministry of Magic, because you know better than anyone else that writing it by you can at least make the laws of the Ministry of Magic relatively fair and not biased towards certain people."
"Is that why you hate the Ministry of Magic?"
"I just hate spending time arguing with those disgusting guys. That kind of life is meaningless." Albert did not hide his disgust, "And if I were you, I would pay more attention to your affairs.
, your time is running out."
"You're right." Dumbledore turned to Isobel and said, "Can you help me go in and check on Nico and Perenal."
Isobel looked up at Dumbledore, and then moved her gaze to Albert. She was sure that they were talking about how to deal with Voldemort, but they just didn't want her to know.
"Go, dear." Albert said softly.
After Isobel walked away, Dumbledore said, "I already have some idea of the RAB you mentioned last time."
"Oh, you found it?" Albert was not surprised. As long as Dumbledore checked carefully, he could not guess who RAB was.
After all, the number of Death Eaters was only so small, and Dumbledore must have known it well, and it was enough to investigate them one by one.
As for why they are Death Eaters?
Ordinary people are obviously not qualified to know this.
The most likely one is a Death Eater who is responsible for keeping the Horcruxes, like Lucius Malfoy who is responsible for keeping the diary.
"Regulus Arcturus Black." Dumbledore said a name.
"Sooner than I expected," Albert raised his eyebrows and repeated the name, "Regulus Arcturus Black? Sirius's younger brother?"
"you know?"
"Phineas once asked me to make a prophecy, and he died." Albert asked curiously, "Have you found that thing?"
"No, Kreacher is dead." Dumbledore said with a slight frown when talking about this matter, "Sirius killed him. Not long ago, he used the betrayal of the house elves to convey mistakes to the Death Eaters.
information."
Dumbledore was in a very bad mood when he talked about this incident.
"I thought Sirius would handle this matter properly, but I didn't expect that he actually killed the house elf." Albert said something unintentionally. He actually expected that he was sure that Kreacher had betrayed Sirius and joined Malfoy, and tried to
Harry was probably dead when he was murdered, and no one would leave such a time bomb behind.
"However, Sirius is luckier than you, at least he is still alive now."
"You mean..." Dumbledore had already guessed something, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a familiar voice.
"Old man, your situation doesn't look too good either." Nico and Perenal walked into the living room holding each other on crutches. When their eyes glanced at Dumbledore's blackened palms, they knew that Dumbledore
situation.
"Yes!" Dumbledore glanced at his palms, moved his eyes to the old people who were supporting each other and walked out, and said with a smile: "However, there is enough time."
Because the elixir of life has been exhausted, the physical condition of the Flamel couple has deteriorated greatly, and death is approaching them quickly.
Albert quickly stood up and helped Nico sit down on the sofa. Isobel also helped Perenal sit next to Nico, and the next conversation became relaxed and happy.
They were all reminiscing about some interesting things that happened in the past. Nico and Perenal also talked about the first time they met Dumbledore.
They listened silently, occasionally chatting with each other.
However, I don't know when, Nico and Perenal stopped talking, and just sat quietly next to each other, as if they were asleep.
"They are lucky."
Looking at the Flamel couple who closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep, Dumbledore said softly, as if he was worried about waking up the sleeping old man.
"Yes, they are lucky. The next step is up to you, Professor." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand, turned to Dumbledore and said.
The Flamel couple left their funeral affairs to Dumbledore, so Albert had no intention of intervening in these matters. For him, accompanying the Flamel couple on their last journey was far better than waiting for him to hold a grand ceremony after his death.
The funeral is more important.
"Well, leave it to me." Dumbledore said softly, "By the way, they left something for you."
"Do you mind if I take this?" Albert asked, pointing to the photo frame on the table without paying attention to the inheritance.
"He left this place to you."
The funeral of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel was also very secret, at Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
There were very few people attending the funeral, which was what the Flamel couple meant. They did not want to be disturbed. For this reason, Madame Maxime chose a place for the Flamel couple where no one would disturb them.
After Dumbledore finished his eulogy, Albert lit the flame himself.
Dazzling white flames jumped out from around the Flamel couple's bodies and the table, and soon engulfed everything.
Then the white flames disappeared, and a huge white marble tomb appeared there, wrapping the remains of the Flamel couple and the table where the remains were placed.
it's all over.
Then, there will be a new beginning.
"They were just tired and lay down to rest." Dumbledore patted Albert's shoulder gently.
"I know." Albert turned to the house elf who was crying sadly next to him and said, "You can choose to stay at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to guard the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Flamel, or you can leave with me."
Albert gave the house elves who took care of Flamel and his wife a chance to choose. Although according to Nicolas Flamel's wishes, the house that was cast with the Fidelity Charm and the house elves were left to Albert, but Albert
Te did not intend to force the house elf to do so, but to let it make its own choice.
The house elf looked at Albert with eyes full of tears, and finally decided to stay at Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry to guard the graves of the Flamel couple.
"It's up to you." Albert turned to Mrs. Maxim and said.
"Don't worry, I will arrange this." Madame Maxime said.
Albert and Dumbledore looked at each other, took out their wands and cast spells around the tomb. An invisible and transparent magic barrier completely enveloped the area in front of them, and the Flamel couple's tombs disappeared into thin air.
In this way, no students will disturb their sleep.
"Then let's go first." Albert bowed slightly to Dumbledore and Madam Maxime, and left Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with Isobel.
Mrs. Olim Maxim looked at the two people walking away and murmured: "They are very lucky."
She already knew that Albert and Isobel had accompanied the two old people on their last journey in life, allowing them to walk peacefully.
"Yes." Dumbledore murmured, "To be honest, even I am a little envious of him."
"What?" Madame Maxime asked doubtfully.
"Nothing, let's deal with Nico's inheritance next. They almost donated most of their inheritance to Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore changed the subject.
"I thought the Flamels would leave things to their proteges."
To be honest, Madame Olim Maxim was very surprised when she saw the list of donations donated by the Flamel couple to Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"They have left the most precious thing for Albert." Dumbledore said softly.
"The Philosopher's Stone?" Mrs. Olim Maxim guessed.
"No, the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed a long time ago." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "It is knowledge. For Mr. Anderson, knowledge is the most precious wealth."