With the addition of members of the Order of the Phoenix, the preparations for the Christmas banquet in the shelter went much faster than expected. While Albert was talking to Harry, the hall had been cleaned and the decoration process had begun. It didn't look like much.
Not inferior to the banquet at the association headquarters.
Sure enough, it is lively when there are many people.
The location of the Christmas party should be sheltered from the start.
"gentlemen."
A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Albert's thoughts. When he turned his head, he saw a slightly pale young man trying to talk to him.
"Tobin, what's wrong?"
Nelson Tobin.
Albert still remembered this unfortunate Slytherin Muggle-born student.
"Sir, I heard..."
"Yes." Albert looked into Nelson Tobin's eyes, nodded and said, "Just as you think, we will eventually have a fight with the Death Eaters."
"I want to go," Nelson Tobin said firmly.
"Because of revenge?"
Albert easily saw through the other party's little thoughts.
"right."
"It seems that you haven't let go of your hatred yet."
"I think it is necessary to address the hatred personally." Nelson Tobin's tone was extremely firm.
"Of course you can participate." Albert looked at the young man in front of him who was blinded by hatred again, and said softly, "As long as you are willing, no one will stop you, but you need to know that it is a life-and-death fight, and you are likely to be killed because of this.
Throw away your life, Death Eaters are more dangerous than you think."
"I'm not afraid."
"Maybe... forget it, is there anything else?"
"I want to become stronger and more powerful. I have already learned all the content in your "Self-Defense Guide". I hope to learn more..."
"It's not that the more spells you master, the more powerful you are." Albert interrupted directly, "You need to practice and practice more with other members, because your enemy cannot stand and let you recite spells. After a while,
I will popularize basic training in the shelter... If you want to become stronger, then try to master the silent spell. As long as you can master the silent spell and use it in combat, you will discover the silent spell.
The beauty of it.”
"Thanks."
Nelson Tobin bowed slightly to Albert to express his gratitude, then turned and walked away, as if he had no intention of staying to attend the banquet.
"The kid was blinded by hatred."
Mr. Tonks appeared from Albert's side at some point, and watched Nelson Tobin's leaving back with him.
"I know that Nelson Tobin's family was killed by Death Eaters." Albert turned around and said, "If I were him, I would also want revenge, so I am not qualified to ask him to give up his hatred."
Mr. Tonks choked and didn't know what to say.
"Exactly like what you would say."
Sirius's voice suddenly sounded, and when Lupine appeared, Mr. Tonks disappeared at some point.
"Isn't it the same for you?"
"Yeah, me too." Sirius did not deny his hatred for Peter, "Let's talk?"
Albert was speechless for a moment, when did he become an intimate uncle?
"What about Harry?" Albert asked.
"Yes, Harry seems to be..." Sirius paused for a moment, thinking about his words.
"Preoccupied," Lupine added.
"Well, Harry probably... thinks too much. I suggest you spend more time on teaching defense so that he doesn't have to think about those messy things." Albert gave a suggestion that seemed to be pretty good.
"Is that really true?"
The two looked at each other and felt that this method was feasible.
At least strengthening the combat training of the three Harrys will also help them better complete the tasks Dumbledore left for them.
Albert realized that he really had the potential to be an intimate uncle, so he stayed in the shelter for a while, and there were quite a few people who came to talk to him.
"Do you suspect that Dumbledore was not killed by Snape?"
Albert looked at Moody with strange eyes, and was surprised that the other party would come to discuss this matter with him.
"I just think the place where Dumbledore died is weird." Moody shook his head and said, "Besides, Mundungus, you know him, right?"
Albert narrowed his eyes and asked: "What happened to him?"
"He just got out of Snape's control, and something strange happened anyway."
"I can probably understand what you mean, but I'm actually more curious, what if Snape is wronged? Or what do you hope to get from him?"
"We don't think Dumbledore will be easily killed by Snape. That guy is smarter than anyone else and is unlikely to be killed by... Do you know the reason?"
"Yes, I know what's going on, but there are some things that I won't tell others without Dumbledore's consent." Albert shook his head and said, "If you really want to know, just ask Dumbledore.
Portrait, and there is no doubt that Dumbledore was indeed killed by Snape, so you don’t have to have any expectations about Snape.”
"Of course, I don't think you have any expectations for Snape."
When Albert returned to the hall, the Christmas party had already begun.
There were a few couples dancing to the music, but more people were sitting in their seats enjoying the food.
After all, it is rare to have a good meal, and the food in the shelter is really average.
"Muggle food is really good, don't you want to eat it?"
Ron placed another piece of fried chicken drumstick on Hermione's plate.
"Thank you," Hermione muttered.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked uneasily, "You looked worried just now."
"I'm fine."
Hermione picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, then took the initiative to change the topic, "I haven't eaten Muggle food in a long time."
"I thought you were going to dance."
Ron looked at Hermione expectantly, and the latter looked at Harry and Ginny dancing on the dance floor, shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to dance now."
After the song ended, Harry took Ginny's hand and left the dance floor, sitting down next to them.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Harry handed the hamburger he had just picked up to Albert.
"No, I've already eaten it, and... you can't eat too much of this thing." Albert declined the burger handed over by Harry.
"By the way, thank you." Harry looked around and said to Albert with a smile, "I think this should be the best Christmas gift for us."
"After all, it's Christmas, it's more interesting to be lively, and..." Albert said meaningfully, "This helps to unite everyone."
The atmosphere of the banquet was very harmonious, everyone was happily enjoying the food on the table, and some members of Dumbledore's Army also took the opportunity to interact with members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving first." Albert smiled, raised his finger, and left quietly.
After all, there are still people at home waiting for him to return.
"That guy is really a thorough leader!"
After Albert's back disappeared, Sirius whispered to Lupine beside him.
"Yes, very reliable and charming." Lupine agreed with Sirius. He actually didn't mind letting Albert control the situation. It shouldn't be said that they needed Albert to control the current situation and lead everyone.
Fight against the mysterious man.
"More charming than Scrimgeour." Tonks also spoke highly of Albert.
"Perhaps, some people are born to be leaders." Even Kingsley had to admit this. Albert could always handle things very well, just like this Christmas party, just like the current situation.
In fact, if you think about the half-dead Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic controlled by Voldemort, the dire situation is simply despairing.
However, Albert overturned his own huge disadvantage by himself.
"I'm actually looking forward to the day when he can become the Minister of Magic. Maybe then the entire Ministry of Magic will be different!" Tonks whispered.
"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. That guy doesn't seem interested in becoming the Minister of Magic."