MTL - Study Days at Hogwarts-Chapter 1282 rescue mission

  Chapter 1282 Rescue Mission

"came back?"

   After Isobel rushed forward and gave Albert a big hug, he began to examine his body carefully, and he was relieved after making sure that nothing happened.

   "Don't worry honey, how is Alice?"

  Albert kissed Isobel's flustered cheek, trying to distract her.

   “Falling back to sleep after just eating.”

  Isobel hugged Albert tightly, she knew too well what happened tonight.

   "How's Scrimgeour?"

  Katrina was also relieved when she saw Albert, and poured him a cup of black tea.

   "Probably...dead. Although Scrimgeour took Felicia, I don't think that thing can save him. Felicia is not a luck potion after all, and it can't really bring people luck."

  Albert had already foreseen Scrimgeour's end, especially after the other party rejected his initial proposal and became a gambling dog.

  Although Scrimgeour did have such a glimmer of life, when he used counterfeit goods to attract the attention of You-Know-Who, Voldemort probably couldn't tolerate him continuing to live any longer.

   I just don’t know whether Scrimgeour will kill all the subdued dark wizards in one go and retake the British Ministry of Magic, or...

   No, that's extremely unlikely.

  Albert never thought that the procrastinating group of guys could all evacuate before Voldemort arrived with the Death Eaters. If all the dark wizards were killed, but they were blocked by Voldemort, the result might be very difficult.

  However, that was just the worst ending, and Albert didn't think the situation would develop to the worst.

   After all, Scrimgeour, who had taken Felicia, must have a way to handle things well, especially if Albert did not stay, he would not be so stupid as to fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters recklessly.

   "So, the British magic world is about to fall into chaos?" Katrina couldn't imagine how bad the situation would become.

   "Don't worry, British wizards can withstand it." Albert sipped his black tea and said, "Maybe, their lives will not be too comfortable, but they can definitely withstand the pressure of life."

   He knows it all too well.

  Even if it is the end of the world, what else can they do?

  Life has to go on, they can only obediently wait for the disaster to come, and then exhaust everything they have to endure this devastating disaster.

  Only a small number of people have the courage to stand up and resist, and the Muggle wizards who suffered from the disaster are likely to die tragically in Azkaban, but they do not account for many in the entire wizarding world.

Albert never thought that the plots that were underestimated and skipped in the previous novels would be reversed because of his trivial warnings. Muggle wizards who would be vigilant and respond to this would only be a minority of them. They are more used to following the crowd .

  As for how tragic the future will be, Albert doesn't want to think about it, but he believes that the existence of the Defense Association can bring everyone a glimmer of life.

   "What are you thinking about?"

   After Isobel leaned over and kissed Albert's cheek, he called the house elf to bring him dinner. Although they went to Bill and Fleur's wedding, they ate almost nothing but pumpkin juice at the banquet.

   “Wondering if things could go in the worst direction.”

  Albert began to enjoy the freshly heated seafood pasta, he was indeed hungry.

   "You have tried your best." Isobel comforted, "Besides, they cannot always rely on you."

"you're right!"

  After dinner, Albert went to see Alice who was sleeping soundly, and then sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted with Sister McDougal about the follow-up development and focus of the Defense Association.

   "You have really big ambitions!"

  After knowing that Albert wanted to build a wizard village of her own, Katrina suddenly found that she couldn't understand Albert, and she was even more curious about where Albert got so many Galleons to build it.

  Isobel looked at Albert who was smoothing the hair of a dozing Tom, and suddenly asked, "Are you waiting for news?"

   "Well, I still care a little bit." Albert didn't deny it either, he knew he couldn't hide it from Isobel.

   "Are you going out tonight?" Isobel asked again.

"decide as things go."

   "Why don't you rest for a while." Isobel let Albert lie on his lap, "Don't let yourself be too tense, it's important to stay awake and rational at all times."

   "Master, there is an urgent message over there."

   Not long after Albert lay down, the house elf knocked on the door of the living room and respectfully handed the double-sided mirror to Albert.

  At this moment, a familiar voice is coming from the double-sided mirror, it is George.

   "It's me, what's wrong?"

   Albert put the two-way mirror on the table.

  After he spoke, George's restless face appeared in the mirror.

"Something happened. I just received the news that Scrimgeour is probably dead." George said in a trembling voice, "Shortly after we left, the mysterious man appeared with a group of Death Eaters. Kingsley said... Scrimgeour Lin Jie took the initiative to stand up to a duel with the mysterious man, and Kingsley and the others escaped while they were dueling."

Many guests did not follow Albert's suggestion, and still stayed there to watch the duel between Scrimgeour and Voldemort, so they couldn't escape at all, including the Weasleys, who couldn't escape without leaving other guests .

   "So, they wasted the precious time that Scrimgeour bought for them?" Albert fell into a brief silence, suddenly not knowing what to say.

   "Where's Harry Potter?"

   "They left with us and should be returning to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Fred is rushing over to inquire about the news." George looked at Albert expectantly, hoping to get some good news from him.

   "Well, you go and drink a sedative first. In this situation, you need to stay calm." Albert reminded.

   "That... can you help me predict, I want to know the situation of my parents."

   "No problem, but I need more information, you should contact Fred first."

  Albert knew what George was worried about. If Scrimgeour really killed a group of Death Eaters, Voldemort would probably kill people to vent his anger.

  This kind of thing Voldemort must be able to do.

  He waved his magic wand to summon the crystal ball out of thin air. Under the watchful eyes of Katrina and Isobel, he put his hand on it lightly. The mist in the crystal ball began to churn, and the predicted picture gradually emerged from the white mist.

  It was an isolated island in the sea.

  Although Albert had never seen it, he knew where it was!

   Azkaban.

  The famous wizard prison.

Perhaps, Voldemort didn't kill the Weasleys, but planned to imprison them in Azkaban, try to extract Harry's whereabouts from them, or take them as hostages to lure members of the Order of the Phoenix or Harry. Potter rushed to the rescue.

   "I saw Azkaban, your family members should still be alive, now you need to wait patiently, I will go there later." Albert said to the double-sided mirror.

  However, the mirror did not respond.

   "Sorry dear, I'm afraid I have to go out again." Albert cast an apologetic look at Isobel.

   "Be careful!" Isobel bit his lower lip: "Remember to bring Felicia."

   "I will, keep in touch."

  The current situation is actually not too bad.

   No, it should be said that this is the situation Albert would like to see the most.

  As long as people are alive, there is still a chance, which means a rescue mission.

   I am most afraid that the mysterious person will get angry and kill all those who did not escape in time.

   When Albert hurried to the headquarters of the Defense Association, he found that George was fainting on the sofa, and Cedric and his group were waiting for him.

   “…so we’ll just have to put him to sleep first.”

  Cedric can actually understand George's worries and impulses, but he can't let George die.

   "You guys are doing a good job, impulsiveness will never solve the problem." Albert turned his head to Shanna and said, "Go get a sedative, I'm going to wake George up now."

   "How's the situation?" Cedric asked.

   "It's okay, not too bad."

  After Albert lifted the Stunning Spell on George, he quickly regained consciousness and sat up from the sofa suddenly.

   "How's the situation?"

   "Drink this cup first, and I will tell you the result of the prediction after drinking it." Albert handed George the tranquilizer that Shanna brought.

  After George drank the tranquilizer in one breath, his anxious mood became much more stable.

"Your family should still be alive, I saw Azkaban from the crystal ball." Albert pushed George back on the sofa, "I suspect they plan to use your family as bait to lure you or Harry Potter took the bait."

"If they are really being taken to Azkaban, it is best to stop them halfway." Albert waved his wand, temporarily sealed George's mouth, and continued, "Now you should obey my orders." Arrangements, instead of acting on your own, and then rushing to die as soon as your brain gets hot."

   "Of course, if you really want to die, I won't stop it. As a friend, I respect your wishes."

  Hearing this, everyone was stunned, but they all knew that Albert was not joking with them.

   "Now, tell me what you want to do." Albert lifted the spell on George.

   "I'll follow your arrangement and help us." George knew that this was the best choice right now, at least Albert was still willing to help them, which was countless times more reliable than their rash actions.

   "Very good, at least it means that your mind is still clear." Albert simply arranged, "I need you to take me to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and first meet with the people of the Order of the Phoenix in order to obtain more information."

"As for you, you have to return here to ensure the safety of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Noticing what George wanted to say, he added, "Of course, you can keep in touch with Fred through the double-sided mirror, is there a problem? ?”

   "No problem." George shook his head.

   "Dobby, I may need your help next." Albert called Dobby the house elf.

   "It's an honor for Dobby to serve Mr. Anderson." The house elf appeared out of nowhere and bowed slightly to Albert.

  (end of this chapter)