Chapter 1143： most precious legacy

  Chapter 1143 The Most Precious Legacy

   "Here, what are you looking at?"

  Albert put a cup of milk tea in front of Isobel, and sat down on the sofa next to him with a cup, his eyes fell on the photo frame on the table.

   "Mom asked Dobby to bring the book, and I feel that the things in the book are useless." Isobel put down the book in his hand, took a sip of milk tea and said, "She asked us to go back when we have time."

   "Well, we'll go back to England after the matter here is over." Albert put his hand lightly on Isobel's stomach, "When did it happen?"

"A few days ago, but it hasn't been officially confirmed yet. You also know that I don't have any experience in this area." Isobel looked very calm. She had expected this day to come and was ready to accept it all Prepare mentally, although it does come a little early for her.

   "Don't worry, I will be with you." Albert held Isobel's hand.

"I know."

  Isobel has never been afraid of this, especially since he was guaranteed by Albert last time.

  At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

   Albert quickly glanced at the map, and stood up from his seat to open the door for the person after confirming that someone was coming.

   "Good morning Professor."

   Albert smiled and greeted Dumbledore standing outside the door.

   "How are Nico and Perenal?" Dumbledore asked directly.

   "After the elixir of life was used up, their health became worse and worse." Albert took a step back and made way for Dumbledore. "I made a prophecy not long ago, probably today."

   "Your prophecy is really convenient." After Dumbledore entered the room, he closed the door behind his back. "However, it's better not to abuse it at will. Knowing the future result is sometimes not a good thing."

"They should be waking up soon, sit down first!" Albert made a cup of milk tea for Dumbledore, "If today's schedule is not busy, stay with them for the last journey, I think Nicole It will definitely be a pleasure to meet you with Perenal."

   "I'm free all day today." Dumbledore added a few cubes of sugar to the milk tea and stirred slowly with a spoon, "Nico and Perenal are very lucky."

  The two were not alone before they died, and there are still people who are willing to stay with them.

"You are hurt?"

   Albert's gaze fell on Dumbledore's charred and dry left palm.

"yes."

  Dumbledore put down the spoon, took a sip of the milk tea, and said softly, "However, it's worth it."

"does it worth?"

"I do not regret."

   "Sure enough, it is very difficult to change the result of the prophecy. The best way is not to go." Albert sighed helplessly.

   "It seems that you expected it."

   "I know I can't convince you, and I never thought about doing that." Albert shook his head and said, "I can only give you a little reminder, but it's obviously useless."

  Isobel looked at the two people playing charades with a strange expression. Because the tone of these two people was so flat, those who didn't know thought they were talking about what they had for breakfast today.

   "I'm curious, you, who have always been rational, would actually make such a fatal mistake." Albert asked his own doubts.

   "It is impossible for a person to never make mistakes." Dumbledore didn't care about his injury at all.

   "Wrong? I thought you... Forget it." Albert put down his teacup, looked at Dumbledore's scorched palm and said, "Actually, I've always been curious about what made you pick up that ring?"

   "Everyone has something they desire." Dumbledore said lightly.

   "It seems that you got your wish." Albert sighed, "It's just that the price is a bit high."

"I don't regret it." Dumbledore looked at Albert and said calmly: "I have lived for a long time, death is not terrible to me, and I still have enough time to complete what I want doing."

   "Just be happy with yourself." Albert shook his head and said, "I haven't lived enough anyway."

  Dumbledore looked at Isobel next to him, nodded and said, "You are still young, and you still have a lot of good times."

   "If you want Harry to succeed you, then train him well." Albert said suddenly.

   "I'm already doing it, and Harry is also very good." Dumbledore finished his cup of milk tea and refilled himself.

   "You can't expect Harry to be lucky forever."

   "Lucky? Harry didn't get through the difficulties just by luck." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, apparently not liking Albert's words.

   "There are actually big problems with your plan." Albert said calmly. "Sometimes knowledge and courage alone are not enough, you need to give Harry the power to face the unknown."

"You're right, but I can't expect Harry to defeat Voldemort on his own." Dumbledore said softly, "Harry is not you, there is no chance of winning that way, you and I both know this, I have to use Other ways, ways that even Voldemort himself ignored."

   "What if Harry dies unfortunately?" Albert felt that if Harry hadn't been the protagonist, he would have died long ago with his character and behavior.

   "I trust Harry," said Dumbledore.

"Actually, I also believe that Harry can defeat the mysterious man." Albert said suddenly, "However, it is still necessary to have the power to protect yourself, at least to protect the person you want to protect at critical moments, instead of watching Let others die for him."

  Dumbledore was silent, because he heard the meaning of Albert's words: in the near future, many people will die.

  Although Dumbledore is very clear that in this wizard war, sacrifice is actually unavoidable.

   "Is this the reason?" Dumbledore actually agreed with Albert's words, but he would not gamble because Harry is not Albert.

  Sometimes, Dumbledore also thought that it would be great if Albert was the savior, it would make him a lot easier.

   Unfortunately, he is not.

"No, that's just one of the reasons." Albert's voice was full of disgust, "Although I don't want to admit it, this world is cruel and realistic. If I don't become stronger, I will probably Nothing."

"Only the strong are qualified to be kind, only the strong are qualified to talk about benevolence, only the strong are entitled to fairness, and only the strong have the right to choose..." Albert said with self-deprecating, "Actually, who should you compare yourself to?" Everyone knows, that’s why you helped write the laws of the Ministry of Magic, because you know better than anyone else that at least you can make the laws of the Ministry of Magic relatively fair and not biased towards certain people.”

   "So, you hate the Ministry of Magic?"

"I just hate spending time wrangling with those disgusting guys, that kind of life is meaningless." Albert made no secret of his disgust, "And if I were you, I would pay more attention to your affairs , your time is running out."

   "You're right." Dumbledore turned his head and said to Isobel, "Can you help me go in and see what's going on with Nico and Perenal."

  Isobel looked up at Dumbledore, and then moved his gaze to Albert. He was sure that they were talking about how to deal with Voldemort, but they just didn't want her to know.

   "Go, honey." Albert said softly.

  After Isobel walked away, Dumbledore said, "I already have some clues about the RAB you mentioned last time."

   "Oh, you found it?" Albert was not surprised. As long as Dumbledore carefully investigated, it was impossible to guess who RAB was.

   After all, the number of Death Eaters is so small, Dumbledore must know it well, just check them one by one.

   As for why Death Eaters?

  Ordinary people are obviously not qualified to know this.

   Most likely some Death Eater who kept the Horcruxes, like Lucius Malfoy who kept the diary.

   "Regulus Arcturus Black." Dumbledore said a name.

   "Sooner than I expected," Albert raised his eyebrows and repeated the name, "Reculus Arcturus Black? Sirius' younger brother?"

"you know?"

   "Phineas asked me to make a prophecy, and he died." Albert asked curiously, "Did you find that thing?"

"No, Kreacher is dead." Dumbledore said about this, frowning slightly, "Sirius killed it, not long ago, he used the betrayal of the house-elf to pass the error to the Death Eaters information."

   When Dumbledore talked about this, he was in a very bad mood.

"I thought Sirius would handle this matter properly. I didn't expect him to kill the house elf." Albert was a little insincere. When Harry was murdered, he was probably dead. No one would leave such a time bomb behind.

   "However, Sirius is luckier than you, at least he is still alive."

   "You mean..." Dumbledore had already guessed something, and he heard a familiar voice just as he opened his mouth.

"Old man, your condition doesn't look too good." Nico and Perenal walked into the living room leaning on crutches, supporting each other, and after glancing at Dumbledore's scorched palm, they knew Dumbledore situation.

   "Yes!" Dumbledore glanced at his palm, then moved his gaze to the old man who came out supporting each other, and said with a smile, "However, there is enough time."

  Due to the depletion of the elixir of life, the physical condition of the LeMay couple has deteriorated significantly, and death is fast approaching them.

  Albert got up quickly and helped Nico to sit on the sofa, and Isobel also helped Perenal to be next to Nico, and the next topic became relaxed and happy.

   They are all recalling some interesting things that happened before. Nico and Perenal also talked about the scene of meeting Dumbledore for the first time.

  They listened silently, occasionally catching up with a word.

   It's just that, at some point, Nico and Perenal stopped talking, and just sat together quietly, as if they were asleep.

   "They were lucky."

  Looking at the Flamel couple who closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep, Dumbledore said softly, as if he was worried about waking up the sleeping old man.

   "Yes, they are lucky. I will leave it to you, Professor." Albert reached out and grabbed Isobel's hand, turning his head and said to Dumbledore.

The LeMays handed over their funeral affairs to Dumbledore, so Albert did not intend to interfere with these matters. For him, accompanying the LeMays on their final journey was far more important than waiting for him to hold a grand ceremony after his death. funeral is more important.

   "Well, leave it to me." Dumbledore said softly, "By the way, they left something for you."

   "You don't mind if I take this away." Albert didn't care about the inheritance and asked, pointing to the photo frame on the table.

   "He left this place for you."

  The funeral of the Lemay couple was also very secret, at the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic.

   Few people attended the funeral, which is what the LeMays meant, and they didn't want to be disturbed. For this reason, Madame Maxime chose a place for the LeMays where no one would disturb them.

   After Dumbledore finished his eulogy, Albert lit the flame himself.

   Dazzling white flames shot out from the bodies of the LeMay couple and around the table, and quickly engulfed everything,

   Immediately after the white flame disappeared, a huge white marble tomb appeared there, enclosing the remains of the LeMay couple and the table where the remains were placed.

it's all over.

   Then, it will be a new beginning.

   "They are just tired, lie down and have a rest." Dumbledore patted Albert on the shoulder lightly.

   "I know." Albert turned his head and said to the house elf who was crying sadly beside him, "You can choose to stay at Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and Magic to guard the tomb of the LeMay couple, or leave with me."

Albert gave the house elf who took care of the Flamel couple a chance to choose. Although according to Nicole May's intention, the house that had been cursed with loyalty and the house elf were left to Albert, but Albert Tate didn't intend to force the house-elf, but to let it choose.

  The house elf looked at Albert with eyes full of tears, and finally decided to stay at Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and Magic to guard the tomb of the LeMay couple.

   "It's up to you." Albert turned his head and said to Mrs. Maxim.

   "Don't worry, I will arrange this matter." Mrs. Maxim said.

  Albert and Dumbledore looked at each other, and together they took out their wands and cast a spell around the tomb. An invisible and transparent magic barrier completely enveloped the area ahead, and the tombs of the LeMays disappeared out of thin air.

   In this way, no students will disturb their sleep.

   "Then let's go first." Albert bowed slightly towards Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime, and left Beauxbaton Academy of Magic with Isobel.

  Mrs. Olim Maxim looked at the two people who were going away, and murmured: "They are very lucky."

  She already knew that Albert and Isobel had accompanied the two old people through the last journey of their lives, allowing them to walk peacefully.

   "Yes." Dumbledore murmured, "To be honest, even I am a little envious."

   "What?" Madame Maxime asked suspiciously.

   "It's nothing, let's deal with Nicol's legacy next. They almost donated most of their legacy to the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore changed the subject.

   "I thought the LeMays would leave things to their favorite students."

  To be honest, Mrs. Olim Maxim was very surprised when she saw the list that the LeMays had donated to the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic.

   "They have already left the most precious thing for Albert." Dumbledore said softly.

   "Sorcerer's Stone?" Madame Olim Maxim guessed.

   "No, the Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed a long time ago." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "It's knowledge. For Mr. Anderson, knowledge is the most precious wealth."

  (end of this chapter)