Chapter 1199： date

  Chapter 1199 Date

   "Looks like the game is over?"

   "Yeah, it's wonderful, Harry did a good job." Albert smiled and said with emotion, "I haven't seen the Gryffindor team win such a hearty game for a long time."

   "I remember you also played Quidditch well."

   "People's energy is limited, so there must be a choice." Albert brought the topic back again, "How is it used over there?"

"We have found the approximate location you predicted." Dumbledore looked away from the window, "However, they did not find the corpses of Cassandra Vabraski and her family, why don't you do the divination again, lest We used to have to look around?"

   "It's okay, I guess I was turned into a ghost or a stone." Albert took out the crystal ball and continued to divination the whereabouts of the corpse.

   "You think they don't want people to know about this." Dumbledore looked at Albert who was divination and asked, "Or, they just disposed of the corpse at will."

   "I hope it's the latter." Albert looked up at Dumbledore and asked, "You think he doesn't want people to know about this?"

   "I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Cassandra should have expected that Voldemort would look for her, otherwise she would not have been hospitalized. Unfortunately, she still underestimated Voldemort after all."

"If I had left the UK in the first place, or found a place to hide, I would not have encountered such misfortune." Albert focused all his attention on the crystal ball in front of him, "So, I never underestimate Mysterious people, let alone make fun of their own lives."

   "Voldemort is indeed not a kind person, but many people still have luck." Dumbledore can actually understand the thoughts of ordinary people, and everyone just wants to live a good life.

"This is the thinking of normal people. No one wants to be involved in this cruel war, but they have no choice, don't they?" Albert put away the prophecy ball and said, "Near a Muggle village, the corpse was Turned into a heap of stones thrown away at random."

   "It's time for us to go."

  Dumbledore raised his arm, and after Albert reached out to catch it, he was directly led to Apparition.

As soon as Albert's eyes returned to normal, he felt a cold wind blowing in his face. He found himself standing in the wilderness, surrounded by a few strange figures, probably hearing the sound of Apparition, and several wizards raised their hands one after another. Point your wand this way.

   "Dumbledore!"

  Kingsley looked at Dumbledore in surprise, and his eyes fell on Albert who was looking around, obviously very surprised by Albert's arrival.

   "You look busy!"

   Albert tapped his body with his wand, and instantly put on a thick cloak to protect himself from the cold wind outside.

"The Aurors in the Ministry have other things to do, so now many things that are not dangerous are handed over to the crisis response team." Kingsley is also quite helpless about this, and the crisis response team is now assigned to the Ministry of Magic. Miscellaneous, but the Aurors can't spare their energy to deal with these trivial matters. They have more dangerous things to deal with.

   "Did you find it?" Dumbledore asked.

"not yet…"

   "I guess you're looking for the wrong place. The place I'm divination is not here!" Albert looked at the village not far away, and some suspected that this group of people was waiting for them to come here before they acted together. After all, it was safer that way.

"Come with me!"

  Dumbledore strode forward briskly, leading everyone to an abandoned village nearby.

   After looking around, Albert waved his magic wand, and created a pile of corpses out of thin air from the originally empty ground.

   "Transfiguration," he explained to the crowd. "The Death Eaters turned the corpse into a pile of stones and threw it here."

   Albert flicked his wand again, arranged these people neatly in front of everyone, and looked for Cassandra's figure in the pile of corpses.

   There is no doubt that the old man who lived for a century died.

   "I really don't understand why Voldemort wanted to kill them."

   While the wizards were helping to dispose of the Cassandra family's corpse, Kingsley came to discuss the matter with the two of them, and other people around them also raised their ears curiously to eavesdrop.

   "The mysterious person probably wants to use divination to achieve a certain purpose." Albert looked sideways at Dumbledore, and suddenly asked an inexplicable question: "How likely do you think she is a counterfeit?"

   "Fake?" Kingsley was a little stunned, not understanding what Albert meant. Could there be fake corpses?

   "You mean polypharmacy?"

  Dumbledore's reaction was quick, and he immediately understood the meaning of Albert's words.

  Mainly, Barty Crouch Jr.’s mother and Peter’s mother had used compound medicine and turned into their own son and died in Azkaban Prison.

   After taking the compound potion and dying, it will not change back to its original appearance.

   This is also the escape method provided by Albert to Scrimgeour, allowing a dark wizard to be killed by the mysterious man instead.

  As long as Scrimgeour leaves England directly after his death and does not reappear, basically no one will notice that something is wrong, and no one will trouble a dead person.

   "It's possible, but it shouldn't be big, and why did Voldemort do this?" Dumbledore looked at Albert, frowning slightly.

  If the mysterious man really did this, how much did the mysterious man have to hate Albert to set such a trap?

   "It's always right to be careful."

   Albert took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Kingsley, saying, "Try this thing, I can't be sure whether the anti-curse potion is effective for the dead."

   Not surprisingly, the anti-curse potion has no effect on Cassandra's corpse at all, or this is Cassandra's own corpse.

   "Cassandra refused to help prophesy, so Voldemort killed their whole family?" Kingsley was a little vague, feeling that this matter seemed to be different from what he thought.

"Of course not, Cassandra must have made a prophecy for the mysterious man." Albert reminded: "As long as you carefully calculate the time when Cassandra disappeared, otherwise she wouldn't have died recently. I never thought You-Know-Who would be so good-tempered...that he could tolerate someone going against his will."

   "But why did the mysterious man kill his whole family?"

   "Maybe, she lied, maybe the mysterious man... who knows." Albert shook his head and said, "After all, the mysterious man is an elusive lunatic."

   "What did you find?"

   Albert saw Dumbledore stoop to pick something from Cassandra's finger.

   "Some clues, it is likely that Cassandra left you a code word!" Dumbledore took out a few suspected hair strands and looked them up and down in front of his eyes.

   "Can you translate?" Albert narrowed his eyes and stared at a hair in Dumbledore's hand, which seemed to have some weird knots.

   "The last thing we got was a series of numbers: 1227, 624, 815." Dumbledore looked at Albert and asked, "What do you think these three numbers represent?"

   "Date." Albert said without thinking, "The three time points should be December 27th, June 24th, and August 15th."

"date?"

  Kingsley was even more puzzled, how did Albert think of the date in the first place, and why did he feel like an idiot who didn't understand anything.

   "Why did Cassandra keep these few dates?"

   "She probably wants to imply that something bad is likely to happen on these three dates." Dumbledore glanced at Albert, and he felt that Albert probably knew something.

   "No, I mean she seemed pretty sure we'd find her body." Kingsley felt the whole thing was getting more and more inexplicable.

   "It should be said that she thought I would confirm whether she was dead." Albert felt that he might be overwhelmed. If all these corpses were fake, then this trap would be big enough to kill him.

However, Dumbledore said that when he found the clues, his suspicion had been reduced a lot, because June 24 should be the date of Dumbledore's death, and August 15 is likely to be the time of Scrimgeour's death. The corresponding one on the 27th should be himself.

  Of course, this is also woven by Voldemort, but the possibility is actually very unlikely.

  After these corpses were handed over to the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore and Albert returned to Hogwarts school.

   "What did you find?" Dumbledore put three white hairs on the table.

   "In my prediction, you are likely to die in June." Albert took a sip of warm black tea and said.

   "You think June 24 is the date of my death." Dumbledore quickly accepted this, and he didn't shy away from his own death, and seemed to be considering whether to set the time at this time.

"August 15th is likely to be the time of Scrimgeour's death." Albert put down his teacup and continued to speculate: "Although I haven't divined the exact time, the time of Scrimgeour's death should be around here. And I suspect that the timing may not be very accurate, it should be said that this is only the forecast range."

   "Do you have any plans for December 27?" Dumbledore seemed to realize something?

"Hermione wants to send her family away, and she hopes that I can provide some help." Albert narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Cassandra probably divined about this and told the mysterious man. "

  Dumbledore stared at the hair on the table for a while, then sighed slightly: "I probably know what prophecies she made for Voldemort."

   "It's not hard to guess, is it?" Albert said softly. He actually didn't blame Cassandra, since the other party was dead anyway.

   "What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked again.

"It depends on the situation. If there is danger, you must avoid it!" Albert said without thinking, "As long as you avoid the prophecy, there is a high probability that it will fail. Umbridge has successfully avoided a prophecy because he did not go to the Forbidden Forest, otherwise You will definitely receive warm hospitality from the horse people.”

"You can advance the time." Dumbledore took out a quill, scribbled something on the parchment and said, "There is no need to take risks. If Miss Granger needs to ask for leave for something, I can approve it for her." A few days of vacation, let her go back early to deal with family affairs."

   "You are very human."

  (end of this chapter)