Study Days at Hogwarts

As April approaches, the temperature outside begins to warm up, and the lilacs in the yard also take on new life with the arrival of spring.

Albert sat on the sofa in the sunroom, enjoying the long-lost morning sunshine while reading the latest issue of the newspaper.

He looked up at the McDougal sisters who were walking in the courtyard, smiled and waved to Isobel, and turned his attention back to the latest headlines.

"It's unrealistic to expect a group of lunatics to stay calm."

When he learned the latest news from the newspaper, it was already a few days later. He put down the newspaper, picked up the wand to summon a notebook, and wrote down the useful information in the newspaper in the notebook:

Angelina is attacked, Claire disappears, and Damocles is tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

"If Angelina's attack and Claire's disappearance are all related to me, then why was Damocles tortured by the Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse?" Albert always felt that these three things gave him a strong sense of violation. A sense of harmony.

"To find me?"

Albert really couldn't understand that although the two sides did have a deep hatred, Voldemort should not be trying to find him after he took control of Mrs. Dale and Mrs. Mary.

But this unreasonable thing still happened.

In order to confuse right and wrong, or...

Who is trying to find me again?

Albert picked up the wand on the table, summoned the crystal ball in the study out of thin air, then gently placed his hand on the crystal ball, staring at the figure appearing in the billowing smoke, his expression became very strange.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Albert whispered the name of the culprit.

"What does that crazy woman want to do, find me, or..."

If there was any action on Voldemort's side, he would definitely receive some news.

So, this is more like Bellatrix acting on her own initiative?

Well, it's not surprising that she hates herself.

Moreover, madmen are beyond reason.

"Sure enough, she should be arranged as soon as possible." Albert murmured, feeling that a certain plan should be put on the agenda.

However, Damocles was also unlucky enough. He clearly suggested that the other party should hide in other countries for a while.

Unfortunately, the Potions Master not only did not leave the UK, but also did not accept the Ministry of Magic's invitation to protect him. He tried to use his blood (pure blood) and reputation to remain neutral in this wizarding war. However, when Damocles was targeted by Death Eaters, he was not as lucky as Hertok Dagworth.

"Whose fate are you peeking at?"

Katrina helped Isobel sit on the sofa, her eyes swept over the crystal ball and newspapers on the table, and finally landed on a strange hospital leaflet.

"That makes me look like a voyeur."

Albert didn't pay attention to Katrina's teasing and looked sideways at his wife. Except for Isobel's breathing becoming a little short of breath, she was in good condition.

"Serwell Hospital?"

Katrina picked up the hospital brochure, looked at the contents carefully, and then turned to ask Albert: "Have you reserved a Muggle hospital for Isobel?"

Albert reached out and took the leaflet out of Katrina's hand, and said meaningfully, "This is not for Isobel."

"It's mysterious all day long."

Katrina curled her lips, picked up the Daily Prophet and flipped through the front page news.

Then, she looked up at Albert in surprise, "Those Death Eaters haven't given up looking for you yet?"

"It's obvious."

"Those people will probably hate you very much!" Katrina said suddenly, "If it weren't for you..."

"Hate me?" Albert asked as if he didn't understand, "Why do they hate me?"

"I hate you for affecting them." Katrina reminded.

"They should hate Death Eaters," said Albert.

"You know, they don't dare." Katrina had a bit of self-deprecation and sarcasm on her face. She knew very well how ordinary people were in awe of Death Eaters, and she knew even more clearly that they would hate Albert even more, thinking they were all Albert. 's fault.

There are many such people.

"If they don't even have the courage to hate the Death Eaters, then it means they are all bullies and bullies, and they are completely unworthy of sympathy." Albert's tone was still calm. Maybe he would sympathize with these unlucky people, but if those people Not because they wanted revenge, but because they were afraid of transferring their hatred to him, then they deserved their misfortune and were completely unworthy of Albert's sympathy.

As for their misfortune and hatred, what does it have to do with him, Albert?

It cannot be said that all persecutions by Death Eaters are due to Albert's influence.

"You are still as cold-blooded as ever when you treat those people who have nothing to do with you." Katrina felt that Albert threw those unlucky ones aside like garbage.

"Everyone is like this. It's too late to watch the excitement. Who would really care about the life and death of a group of unrelated people!" Albert gently put his ear on Isobel's belly and said calmly. Cruel words.

"Some words can only be done, not said!" Isobel lowered her head and kissed Albert's forehead.

"That's why I say that most people are hypocritical and pretend that they are not hypocritical. They are a bunch of double-standard dogs."

"You don't seem to be hypocritical." Katrina looked at the intimate couple, changed the topic and asked: "When will we leave the UK."

"The end of May." Albert said without thinking.

"You should come with us!" Katrina asked for Isobel.

"Well, I'm afraid I will have to run in both directions. A big event may happen in the UK in mid-June, and I will have to stay in the UK to control the situation."

"It's more important than the birth of your child." Katrina raised her eyebrows slightly to express dissatisfaction.

"I have a time turner, and it will definitely be fine by then." Albert comforted.

"Oh, you still have that thing, I almost forgot about it." Katrina didn't continue to ask. She had been with Albert for so long, and she also understood that it was difficult to change this man's mind.

Maybe, Isobel has a way, but she doesn't have any objection. What objection can she have?

"My dear, I have an appointment with someone this afternoon. I may not be able to come back for dinner at noon." Albert lowered his head and kissed his wife's forehead, picked up the wand from the table and stuffed it back into the wand holder, and then put the leaflet Stuff it into your own pocket.

"Be careful on the road." Isobel warned.

"You're just going to indulge him like this?"

Looking at Albert's leaving back, Katrina retracted her gaze and looked at her dear sister.

"This is not good."

"You can't tie him to you, everyone has their own things, and Albert must have something important." Isobel continued to flip through the parenting book, "What's more, being too entangled will make people bored. "

"What's more important than you and the child in your belly?" Katrina curled her lips.

"So..." Isobel shook his head and said, "You really don't understand him."

…

Colchester, Essex.

Professor Manshit was sitting in a coffee shop, stirring the coffee at hand casually, looking outside the shop from time to time, or looking at the pocket watch on his wrist.

He was waiting for someone, a donor willing to donate to the hospital.

The hospital always encounters this kind of thing more than a dozen times a year. Professor Manshit has been fortunate enough to receive several of them, so he came here very early today.

The copper bell of the coffee shop rang, and a middle-aged red-haired man in a suit came in from outside.

"Professor Manschetter, I hope I'm not late."

The red-haired man walked to the corner of the coffee shop and extended his hand to Professor Manshit in a friendly manner.

"No, Mr. Edes, I came early."

Professor Manshit quickly stretched out his hand to shake hands with the red-haired man in front of him, and made an inviting gesture towards him.

After the two sat down, they got straight to the point and talked about the purpose of today's meeting: donation.

That's right, Edes, or rather Albert, plans to donate a pound to Professor Manshit's hospital, and Professor Manshit's hospital will soon be responsible for helping treat a patient he sent. .

Of course, even if the person is not sick, they can help write a diagnosis if they are sent in, and they can even help take care of the patient for a lifetime.

For such considerate services, only a small amount of diagnosis and treatment fees and hospitalization fees need to be paid every year, and the price is a little higher than that of a nursing home.

"We will ensure that the patient receives the best possible care until she fully recovers."

"Can I visit the patient?"

"Of course, you can come to visit patients at any time, but in order to avoid irritation to patients, we generally do not recommend it."

"If necessary, we can send you a diagnosis certificate every month, and the patient's family will keep an eye on the patient's condition at any time."

Professor Manshit smiled and introduced the attentive services of Serwell Hospital to Albert. Without knowing it, he thought it was a regular hospital.

"Oh, that's best." Albert nodded and suddenly said, "She is crazy, has an abnormal brain, likes to talk nonsense, and has serious violent tendencies."

"Not only does he like to hit people," he added, "but he also has severe delusions."

"Oh, my God, you should send people here for treatment as soon as possible. We have rich experience to help you solve the problem." Professor Manshit became more enthusiastic, because he found that the person who will be sent here is likely to be a mentally ill person. Patient, this is really great.

"Can it be cured?"

"Whether it can be cured or not can only be determined after the diagnosis is confirmed." Professor Manshit said, "Generally, within ten to fifteen years, we have hundreds of successful recovery cases."

After friendly discussions between the two parties, Albert first made a donation of about half a million.

This money was of course not Albert's own, but came from the inheritance of village residents who had suffered from the scourge of Death Eaters and dark wizards. Albert just collected these pounds and used them rationally, which could be regarded as helping the Muggles who died innocently to complete their revenge.

Having done something good to himself and completed a task, Albert was quite satisfied.

As for turning Bellatrix into a homeless man with no memory, he felt that sending the woman to a mental hospital was a more appropriate option.

After all, she was indeed a crazy woman, and it was obviously more appropriate to be in a mental hospital.