Chapter 841： Peter: I'm so tired

Chapter 841 Peter: I am too difficult

Hmph, women are sometimes troublesome, especially the more beautiful women are, the more troublesome they are, and it's even more troublesome when several beautiful women get together.

Most of the time, they don't even do business, but like to compare who is more beautiful.

Ever since Valeria and Catherine arrived, the surrounding atmosphere was very strange. Albert immediately pulled Nia to escape from the wooden house, sat back on the armchair of the tent, and slowly read the book in his hand. Daily Prophet.

"It seems that being too popular is also a distressing thing!" Nia was a little gloating. She rarely saw Albert in such a mess, and she felt particularly interesting.

"Yeah, so you don't have to tease me." Albert continued to flip through the newspaper in his hand. The news in the past few days was all related to the Quidditch World Cup.

"Is it really okay?" Nia fiddled with the rough bracelet on her hand, and suddenly asked, "Is it really not going to cause you trouble?"

"As long as you are obedient and don't run around, there will be no problems." Albert comforted softly: "Remember to catch up on sleep at noon, so as not to be sleepy at night. Although most Quidditch matches will end within a few hours, even Shorter, but exceptions are sometimes encountered.”

Nia knows a little bit about the Quidditch game. She has also read "The Origin of Quidditch" and has a better understanding of the rules of Quidditch. In Nia's view, the popularity of Quidditch probably has something to do with the low-level entertainment activities in the wizarding world.

Of course, it may also be related to the excitement of this kind of competition, just like racing.

"Have you told those two beauties about your engagement?" Nia began to gossip about her brother's relationship problems. In fact, Nia couldn't understand that Isobel was able to talk to Valeria and Catherine calmly.

To be honest, Nia still admires Isobel, at least it is difficult for her to do this.

Especially in front of beautiful women who may want to steal her boyfriend, and Nia also wonders if Isobel's sister secretly likes Albert.

"Isobel will handle this kind of thing by himself."

Albert put down the newspaper, looked at his gossiping sister, and sighed softly. Why do women like gossip news?

He remembered that Nia didn't like his contact with other women?

My younger sister has also grown up gradually.

"Sounds like a scumbag's remarks." Nia raised her eyebrows and said, "You should explain it to them."

"I've said it before." Albert protested, "Besides, I consciously keep a distance from them."

“I had a friend who fell in love with a handsome and rich boy the year before last, and later slept with him,” Nia recalled. “Now, she shares a boyfriend with another beautiful girl.”

"That man sounds like a public toilet." Albert couldn't help teasing, "Speaking of which, your friend didn't dump him?"

"No, that boy's character and character are actually good, but he doesn't know how to reject others."

At this moment, an owl flew in from outside the tent and landed in front of the two of them. Albert was a little puzzled, why would an owl come here to deliver a letter to himself?

It was a small owl, with a note under its feet, chirping non-stop.

Albert untied the note, spread it out and read the contents inside:

Dear Albert:

I heard that you have arrived at the Quidditch World Cup camp, so I couldn't wait to write you this letter, hoping to meet you, I would like to ask you to help me make a prophecy about Peter Pettigrew, I think Know if the guy is still alive, and if so, where is the guy hiding now.

Again, I will visit you before 10 o'clock, I hope I won't disturb you.

Sirius Black.

"Is there any problem with that letter?" Nia asked curiously when she noticed the strange expression on Albert's face.

"It's nothing, someone wants me to do divination for him. After all, how did they know that I'm here." Albert muttered softly. He took out a quill from his pocket, wrote "see you later" on the back of the note, let the owl fly away with the note, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and continued to read the newspaper.

Sirius Black came earlier than expected, shortly after the owl flew away, Sirius Black came, and he was not the only one, but also a group of people: Harry, Ron and Hermione group, plus Professor Lupine.

"Sorry to bother you." Sirius said to Albert, "Speaking of which, this tent is not your style."

"It's really rough here." Ron muttered under his breath. Sirius' tent was gorgeous, even better than Ron's.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Hermione next to him gave him a hard look.

"Why are you alone? I thought you would come to watch the Quidditch World Cup with Isobel?" Hermione naturally also noticed the wooden sign outside. The name on it was McDougal, not Anderson.

"Isobel is entertaining friends." Albert signaled Sirius Black to sit opposite him, and then waved his hand, telling the others to stay away temporarily as if to repel mosquitoes.

"More than?"

Harry looked at the house elf who brought them tea and water in disbelief: "Are you employed by Anderson now?"

"I'm sorry sir, my name is not Dobby, and you must be mistaken, I am not employed by the master," said the house-elf sharply.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I mistook you for someone I used to know."

"Never mind sir." The house-elf turned and left.

"A house-elf in your family?" Sirius Black looked at the house-elf and asked curiously, "Are you really a Muggle wizard?"

"Of course I am a Muggle wizard." Albert changed the topic: "You want to know if Peter is still alive, and if he is still alive, where is he now?"

"right."

Sirius put a small bag of Galleon in front of Albert.

Albert didn't look at Garen, but refocused his attention on the crystal ball in front of him. The white mist in the crystal ball gradually dissipated, and some figures were reflected like the surface of water.

That person is obviously Peter Pettigrew.

"It seems that Peter Pettigrew is still alive and doing well."

"But the "Daily Prophet" reported that Peter had died in Azkaban Prison. It is said that officials from the Ministry of Magic went to confirm the body." Lupine suddenly said.

"Of course the corpse can be fake." Albert said to Sirius, "It seems that you haven't given up killing him yourself?"

"Yes." Sirius did not hide this, "The dead should lie obediently in the coffin, instead of running around like they are now."

"I agree with you."

Albert turned his gaze back to the crystal ball, which was a very hidden room. Albert raised his hand and lightly touched the crystal ball, and the picture on it disappeared again, replaced by a forest, and then a flag with double eagles.

Sirius Black stared at the changes in the crystal ball, raised his head to look at Albert again, and waited for the other party's answer.

"Double eagle flag, Austria, Montenegro, Armenia? However, I think this should refer to Albania, the Albanian forest. This should refer to Peter going to the Albanian forest to find the mysterious person."

"I dreamed that Peter and Voldemort murdered someone." Harry, who had been eavesdropping all this time, suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, tell me you dreamed it?" Albert looked at Harry curiously.

Harry briefly told the story of the dream.

"It's an incredible ability. I haven't heard of similar prophetic dreams yet, but I can't rule out the possibility." Albert said to Harry: "As far as I know, you have never shown any prophecy-related dreams." ability, so I think it should not be a prophetic dream, but that there may be some connection between you and the mysterious man. Albert pointed to Harry's scar, "Although it feels a little unbelievable, but the mysterious man became like that, None of them can kill it completely, which is incredible in itself, and I can't help you, but I suggest you go to Dumbledore, he is an expert in this field. "

"Okay, let's continue talking about Peter. It's bad news that that guy didn't die." Albert smiled at Sirius: "Since you plan to make contributions to the British wizarding world, I don't mind providing you with Some help, it's disturbing that Peter is alive and out of Azkaban."

As he spoke, Albert lightly touched the crystal ball again, and the picture rotated again, turning into a large desolate house, and then, the picture turned into a person again.

"Do you know this guy?" Albert pointed to the person in the crystal ball.

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it for a while." Sirius frowned and said.

The picture in the crystal ball finally turned into a desolate cemetery, and the picture was finally frozen in front of a tombstone.

It's just that the surroundings are too dark to see whose tombstone it is.

"They may return to England, after all, you may know the man." Albert analyzed: "Peter Pettigrew's foothold may be the broken house, and then Peter will come into contact with the man just now, and finally the The cemetery should refer to the place where Pettigrew Peter will appear."

"No more?" Harry's eyes widened?

"That's how the prophecy is." Albert glanced at Harry and said to Sirius: "If you want to find clues, you'd better think about who the man in the crystal ball is, and if you want to Find Peter Pettigrew, and I can give you a little gadget so that you can have a good chat with him."

Hermione thought it was absurd, and had no idea that someone would be talking about a plan to murder someone here.

"Do you have a grudge against Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione never thought that Albert had such a side.

"It's not really a grudge, but Peter must have a grudge against me." Albert smiled.

"He has a grudge against you?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

Both Harry and Ron were a little confused, obviously not paying attention to what they were talking about just now.

"Peter was sent to Azkaban prison by Albert alone." The expression on Lupine's face was very complicated, and he didn't know whether he should support Sirius in killing his old friend.

"I'm not afraid of Peter's revenge, but I never believe in the morals of dark wizards, and I don't want my family to be hurt." Albert took out a wooden box from the shape-shifting lizard leather bag, and after opening it, there were various Medicine, he picked up a golden pill and put it in a small bottle and handed it to Black.

"After you find Peter, eat it, this thing will give you some help." Albert said mysteriously.

"What is this thing?" Blake looked curiously at the golden pill in the bottle

"Felix Elixir can last for about half an hour, I think time is enough." Albert said lightly.

"Give me some more, I can buy them with money." Sirius felt that he might have a little more luck in finding Peter.

"What is Felicia?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Luck potion, a potion that can bring people good luck!" Hermione couldn't help but asked, "Can you make Blessed Elixir? It is said that this potion is very difficult to swallow."

"Can it really bring good luck to people?" Ron felt that he needed some Felicity Potion to change his bad luck.

"This is a gift from an old friend." Albert explained with a smile: "Felix Elixir does not bring real good luck, but it does work very well sometimes, especially at critical times. It had unexpected effects."

"I'll kill that guy as soon as possible." After stuffing the bottle back into his pocket, Sirius Black seemed to recall something, and said, "I heard you plan to open a joke shop with the Weasley brothers?"

"Yes, there is indeed such a thing." Albert nodded and admitted.

"Lupine and I are also planning to open a store. We have thought about your proposal last time, and we don't think it is suitable." Black was a little embarrassed to talk about it, but he followed Harry's advice and asked Ai Burt's opinion may be able to get unexpected results, this guy is even more powerful than imagined.

"What are you and Professor Lupine good at?" Albert suddenly asked: "It's not easy to open a store, at least you have to not lose money, otherwise the store will not be able to continue. If you have nothing to do, I suggest you write a memoir, Professor Lupine can also write, write your story into a story, and then you can take this time to carefully consider what store you want to open, and then spend some time doing research."

The two looked at each other. Albert's proposal was good, but it was difficult for them to write a book in peace. Sirius, at least, had a hard time settling down to write a book.

"If it were you, what store would you choose to open?" Sirius asked Albert.

"A house magazine, Defense Against the Dark Arts magazine." Albert said without hesitation, "There are no magazines on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the British wizarding world, and most wizards and students are relatively weak in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's a good idea." Sirius and Lupine looked at each other, intending to study this aspect in depth.

(end of this chapter)