Chapter 1159 An ordinary day

"Busy working?"

Isobel, who was wearing a loose nightgown, walked into the study with two glasses of steaming milk, placed one of them on the desk in front of Albert, lifted her hair and leaned over to kiss his cheek, then sat down. Sitting on the chair by the window, she stretched out her hand to lift the thin beige curtains and looked at Katrina who was jogging in the yard.

 “Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

Albert finished sorting the notes on the table and put them in the drawer, then turned to look at Isobel who was sitting there drinking milk.

“I won’t sleep anymore. I used to get up at this time to do morning exercises.” Isobel was quite helpless. Since she became pregnant, many things have been inconvenient.

"How about going back and taking a nap?" Albert took a sip of milk and reminded with a smile: "Lack of sleep is not good for the skin, but it is the natural enemy of women."

 “That’s not all your fault.”

Isobel looked away from the courtyard and asked her doubts, "Do you care about those Muggles' money?"

"Yes! After all, I am a greedy capitalist. Well, I am very greedy for everything and want to take everything for myself." Albert put down the cup, walked to Isobel's side, and leaned over the white A small peck on the cheek, leaving a white mark.

“Really, how can someone who is almost the father of a child still act like a child.” Isobel also kissed Albert on the face.

"We are just children." Albert sat down next to Isobel and said without blushing or heartbeat: "In the eyes of most people, we are still just children."

 “No, you are the child, a nineteen-year-old child.”

Isobel put down the cup, stretched out her hand to wipe away the marks on Albert's cheek, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Actually, I kind of regret that I didn't go out to work for a while. Sometimes I feel like A child, it feels very childish.”

"Isn't this good? I prefer this kind of love." Albert gently stroked Isobel's head like a comforting child, "I like this feeling of being in love."

 “The feeling of being in love won’t last long, and life will always return to dullness.” Isobel held Albert’s hand, just like Nico and Perenal.

"An ordinary life is good." Albert changed the topic, "In two years, when we don't have to worry about money, we will go to the Far East to visit them, travel and taste the food there."

 “You’re a big liar.”

Isobel pursed her lips slightly, looked into Albert's eyes and said, "I have never seen you worry about money."

Even though Albert had high attainments in Occlumency, it was difficult to hide certain things from her.

 Albert actually doesn’t care about money issues. Helping his family earn a lot of wealth is nothing more than leaving room for himself so that he won’t panic when things happen.

 “Well, this was actually my biggest wish when I was a child.”

Albert didn't care at all that he was called a big liar. He gently touched Isobel's little hand and said, "I remember telling you about this before."

 “Make a lot of money.” Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, “To be honest, thinking about how to make money in the future has been weird since I was a child.”

"In the Muggle world, money is very important, because many things have to be based on money, so when I was a child, I only thought about how to make money when I grow up." Albert nodded, reaffirming what he said.

 “If I want to marry a beauty like you in the Muggle world, I have to be rich.”

Isobel couldn't help rolling her eyes. She didn't want to continue talking about these things with Albert, so she changed the subject and asked: "When do you plan to start writing the memoirs of the Flamel couple?"

"In the near future." Albert thought for a while and then said: "I also have to help Dumbledore write a memoir."

 “You are quite busy.”

“Don’t you need help with this?”

"I knew it would be like this." Isobel said with a true expression: "You seem to like throwing things to others."

"No way, I have a lot of things to do, and now I have no choice but to do this." Albert said matter-of-factly: "Besides, teamwork is more efficient."

 “That’s because you want to be lazy.” Isobel could see through Albert’s intention at a glance.

 “After drinking, let’s go for a walk outside.” Albert handed Isobel the remaining half glass of milk next to him.

 “I can’t drink that much.”

Isobel took a few more sips and handed the cup to Albert.

 After Albert drank the rest of the milk, he walked to the desk, picked up the wand, and sent the two empty glasses back to the kitchen with a wave of his wand.

"Let's go for a walk in the yard and take Tom with us. That guy should also lose weight." Albert looked at Isobel and seemed to have thought of something else, "You go back and change clothes first, the weather has started to get cooler now. ”

"knew."

After Isobel went back to the room to change clothes, Albert followed him out of the study. Before leaving, he glanced at the double-way mirror on the bookshelf and closed the door gently.

 Going to the room prepared for Tom, there are various cat climbing frames placed in the room. Unfortunately, lazy Tom has never used them since he moved here.

 At this moment, fat cat Tom is lying on the soft cushion to rest.

 Albert picked up the guy who was still sleeping in from the mat and found that the guy was actually heavier. He carried Tom to the lawn of the yard, stretched out his hand to rub the cat's head, then picked up the cat's ears and taught him a lesson, "If you don't exercise anymore, your ration will be halved in the future, and there will be no dried fish to eat."

I don’t know if Tom understood. He kept rubbing his head on the back of Albert’s hand, and then yawned again.

“Mrs. Norris is quite smart, why are you so stupid?”

“I think it’s you who made Tom become like this.” Isobel smiled and touched Tom’s head.

"I suspect that Mrs. Norris of Filch has catnivet blood, otherwise how could she be so smart." Albert suddenly said: "I remember that there seems to be someone next door to Potter who specializes in raising such smart cats. Maybe I should find Tom a companion."

Looking at the shovel officer who was gradually moving away, Tom lazily got up from the ground, trotted in the direction of the two of them, and then fell down in front of Albert and acted coquettishly.

“I think Tom is actually quite smart. It just depends on what kind of owner he has and what kind of cat he keeps.” Isobel smiled and touched Tom’s head.

 “I’m not fat at all.”

Albert took Isobel's hand, stepped over Tom, and continued walking in the garden.

 This kind of life is actually pretty good. It would be better if there was no threat from Voldemort.

Sometimes, Albert even thought about leaving everything behind, taking Isobel away from it all, and living the life he wanted.

  Anyway, with his ability, there is no need to worry about other problems at all.

 However, Albert finally gave up because his appearance caused many things to change.

To be honest, Albert was a little worried that the situation would become uncontrollable. Perhaps, the future will not change easily, but sometimes it is easy to change.

Once Voldemort is not defeated by Harry, maybe the future will become a mess in the near future. That is not the future he wants.

 Only a dead Voldemort is a good Voldemort.

 It will only be a matter of the past two years, and Albert will not take the risk.

Of course, this is not the whole reason.

 More is actually to trigger panel tasks and obtain more panel experience and skill points.

 As he once told Isobel, he was a greedy man.

Albert never denied this.

  He knew very well that most of his achievements came from panel skills. Even though he was now in a very high position and had accumulated a large amount of experience and skill points, he still could not satisfy Albert's greedy appetite.

 Although he does not need these now, what about the near future?

Perhaps, in the future, he will try to make a magic stone, boil an elixir of immortality, or even refine a magic potion of eternal youth.

Store a lot of experience in advance, it will definitely come in handy in the future.

 Proactive participation will allow Albert to gain more benefits.

 His intuition told him that if he missed this opportunity, he might not have the opportunity to gain a lot of experience in the future.

Furthermore, Albert prefers to take control of the situation rather than face the future in panic.

 “What are you thinking about?”

Isobel bent down and put the chrysanthemums she picked from the flowerbed on Tom's back, and directly pushed the lazy Tom to the ground.

 “I’m thinking about what’s missing.”

Albert looked at Tom who was nibbling on a chrysanthemum and said, "Should we go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies at that time, or should we secretly bring a few healers back to help."

 “I asked my mother and she said it was okay.” Isobel comforted. "Besides, it's still very early."

“Although she is a professional, I still feel uneasy. I will find someone to inquire about it another day and make preparations in advance.”

With that said, Albert and Isobel walked towards the sunroom, where Katrina was already doing yoga.

While Isobel and Katrina were exercising together, Albert was sitting on the sofa next to her and watching quietly. He reached out and rubbed the head of Tom who was lying next to him and yawning.

At this moment, the house elf trotted over, handed Albert a newspaper and a note, and asked what he wanted for breakfast.

 “Just the same as usual.”

Albert looked at the enchanted note and after confirming that it was from Dumbledore, he opened it. There was only a short sentence in it: "Found it."

found it?

 This should refer to Slytherin's locket.

"Well, it seems that we are further away from the target. I don't know if I am doing the right thing!" Albert let go of the note in his hand and let it burn into ashes. Some red-gold light spots floated out from the ashes. Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded in Bert's ears.

“I have completely destroyed the pendant box. The last item is probably the golden cup. I hope to chat with you another day. I may need to ask you for something.”

Dumbledore's voice was blown away by a gust of wind along with the burning ashes.

 Voldemort is doomed!

This is really good news.

 Just, will things really go as smoothly as expected?

If Voldemort found out that all his Horcruxes had been destroyed, would he still try to create new Horcruxes?

 Forget it, this shouldn’t be a problem that worries me.

  Albert opened today's newspaper and began to read the latest front-page news.

 The Defense Against Dark Arts training program was implemented faster than he expected.

However, this article should have been written by Rita Skeeter, who actually openly questioned the purpose and effectiveness of the Ministry of Magic’s Defense Against the Dark Arts training program in the newspaper, believing that Scrimgeour was trying to please the masses.

 “Is there a problem with today’s newspaper?”

 Katrina, who had finished her morning exercise, pulled Isobel to sit down opposite Albert. After taking a few sips of the light salt water specially prepared by the house elf, she asked.

“No problem, the Ministry of Magic plans to provide preliminary black magic defense training to ordinary wizards so that everyone can have more ability to protect themselves.” Albert handed today’s newspaper to Katrina.

“Do you think this thing works?” After reading the newspaper, Katrina looked up at Albert. She always felt that this matter had something to do with Albert.

"Of course it works." Albert said with certainty. "Most wizards have actually not received formal training in defense against the dark arts. That's why they perform so poorly. You can't blame them, you can only blame the Ministry of Magic."

   In the end, I decided to delete some of the content, which wasted a lot of time.

　　

 (End of this chapter)