The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1138: Just in case 1

In the south of France, in an uninhabited sea area, a sailboat with an active floating board is floating quietly on the sea.

On the seat of the deck lounge area, a young man in 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 really see something, sighed softly, and murmured, "Did it really happen?"

"What's the matter, dear."

A gentle voice sounded from behind, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and Isobel in a swimsuit came out with a basin of iced watermelon floating behind him.

She handed the bowl of watermelon to Albert and asked curiously, "What did you predict?"

"Something bad happened." Albert picked up a piece of watermelon at random, took a bite, and turned his eyes to Isobel in a swimsuit.

"Bad things?"

Isobel looked at the crystal ball, but couldn't see anything from the crystal ball, and then turned 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 churn, and a charred palm appeared. It was a picture of Dumbledore looking at his charred palm.

"This... Dumbledore seems to be in a bad situation?"

Isobel stared at Dumbledore's palm and frowned slightly. Although she didn't know much about black magic, the charred palm seemed to have lost its vitality and was completely necrotic.

"I'm afraid it was some kind of vicious curse." Albert was very helpless. "Dumbledore is probably... dying. I clearly reminded him more than once."

He did everything he had to do, but the effect was not great. As for staring all the way and directly helping Dumbledore avoid danger?

That is undoubtedly a rather 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 relatively calm. She had guessed this very early, and it was only today that she heard Albert say it himself.

"Probably in the next one or two years." Albert said, moving his palm on the crystal ball.

"What about the mysterious man?" Isobel sat down on the chair next to him, stretched out his hand to hold Albert's hand tightly, and asked worriedly.

As we all know, You-Know-Who is afraid of Dumbledore, and it is because of Dumbledore's presence that the magic world can be so peaceful now. If Dumbledore dies, who can stand up against You-Know-Who?

Relying on Harry Potter, the legendary savior?

Don't be kidding, even if Albert keeps saying that Harry Potter is the savior, there is still a big question mark on whether the savior can defeat the mysterious man.

This matter is likely to fall on Albert in the end, because he is almost the only existence who can confront Voldemort head-on after Dumbledore's death.

However, Isobel didn't want her husband to take risks at all, even though she had confidence in Albert, she didn't want that day to come.

"We should trust Dumbledore, he will arrange everything before he dies." Albert put down the watermelon and put his hand lightly on the back of Isobel's hand, he probably guessed that Isobel was thinking What, softly comforting: "I'm not the savior, and I won't be stupid enough to fight the mysterious man, defeating the mysterious man is Harry Potter's business, we should believe him, just like Dumbledore has always believed in Harry Potter. Leigh Potter."

"You've run to a duel with the mysterious man more than once." Isobel looked up at Albert's eyes and couldn't help complaining, "Gryffindor students are adventurous from the bottom of their hearts."

"No, that's not an adventure. I usually call Dumbledore to fight the mysterious man." Albert put away the crystal ball, shook his head and corrected, "Also, you should also know that I am actually still I'm terrified of dying."

"I hope you are really afraid of death, not only for me, but also for our future children." Isobel tightly held Albert's hand and gently placed it on his stomach.

"You are pregnant?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"We will always have children." Isobel put a bottle of sunscreen in Albert's hand and changed the subject, "Help me put on sunscreen first."

Having said that, he dragged Albert to the parasol, where the house-elf had already brought two glasses of watermelon juice.

"When did you like to be in the sun? Be careful of tanning yourself." Albert got some sunscreen in his hand, and after rubbing it hard, he helped Isobel carefully apply it all over the body, He liked the process, or they all liked the process.

"Okay, it's your turn, get down." Isobel sat up from the reclining chair and said while applying sunscreen to Albert, "You should leave all your worries behind now, relax, and always Tight nerves are not a good thing."

"I haven't been nervous all the time!"

"You just used the crystal ball to predict the future." Isobel pinched the flesh of Albert's waist and muttered dissatisfiedly, "It means that you have been paying attention to the changes in the future and the trend of the situation."

Albert turned over and planned to paint the front himself, but was stopped by Isobel.

"Lie down quietly." Isobel poked Albert's chest and said, "So don't keep thinking of me as a fool."

"Who dares to treat you as a fool." Albert could only endure the itch and explained helplessly: "It can only be said that this is a common problem of prophets, and 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 the British magic world would look like at all. She only hoped that Albert could survive this war safely.

"Sorry for worrying you."

"Actually, I prefer that we can leave Europe." Isobel almost put his head on Albert's face and whispered, "Keep away from all dangers and live our own life, I don't want to live like a mother. , that scares me."

"My beautiful life has just begun, you should know that I cherish myself more than anyone else..."

Isobel blocked Albert's words with his fingers.

"What's wrong."

She brought 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 look, reached out and touched her head, "There's no need for that, you should trust me, trust a prophet's intuition, trust my strength and preparation, don't Forgot I still have a time-turner."

"Of course I believe you," Isobel said affirmatively, "but I need to take precautions."

"in case?"

Albert's expression was extremely complicated, and he sighed heavily. He can actually understand Isobel's concerns, after all, he is on Voldemort's kill list, and he will not stay in the house protected by the Brave Loyalty Charm.

"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.