Chapter 1399： born leader

  With members of the Order of the Phoenix joining, preparations for the Christmas banquet at the sanctuary were much faster than expected. When Albert was talking to Harry, the hall had already been cleaned and entered the decoration stage. It looked not inferior to the banquet at the headquarters of the association.

   Sure enough, there are many people to be lively.

   The location of the Christmas party should have been sheltered from the start.

"gentlemen."

  A slightly hoarse voice interrupted Albert's thoughts. When he turned his head, he saw a young man with a slightly pale face trying to talk to him.

   "Tobin, what's the matter?"

   Nelson Tobin.

  Albert still remembered this unlucky Slytherin Muggle-born student.

   "Sir, I heard..."

   "Yes." Albert looked into Nelson Tobin's eyes, nodded and said, "As you can imagine, we will have a fight with the Death Eaters in the end."

   "I want to participate." Nelson Tobin said firmly.

   "For revenge?"

   Albert easily saw through the other party's little thought.

"right."

   "It seems that you haven't given up your hatred yet."

   "I think it is necessary to solve the hatred personally." Nelson Tobin's tone was extremely firm.

"Of course you can participate." Albert looked again at the young man who was blinded by hatred in front of him, and said softly, "As long as you want, no one will stop you, but you need to know that it is a life-and-death fight, and you are likely to die because of this." Lives lost, Death Eaters are more dangerous than you think."

"I'm not afraid."

   "Maybe... Forget it, is there anything else?"

   "I want to become stronger and more powerful. I have already learned the contents of your "Guide to Self-Defense". I hope to learn more..."

"It's not that the more spells you master, the more powerful you will be." Albert interrupted directly, "You need to practice and practice with other members more, because it is impossible for your enemy to stand and let you chant spells. After a while, I will popularize basic training in the shelter... If you want to become stronger, then try to master the silent spell, as long as you can master the silent spell and use it in battle, you will find the benefits of the silent spell The beauty."

"Thanks."

  Nelson Tobin bowed slightly to Albert to express his gratitude, then turned and walked away, as if he had no intention of staying to attend the banquet.

   "The kid was blinded by hate."

  Mr. Tonks appeared from Albert's side at some point, watching the back of Nelson Tobin with him.

   "I know that Nelson Tobin's family was killed by Death Eaters." Albert turned and said, "If I were him, I would also want revenge, so I am not qualified to make him give up his hatred."

  Mr. Tonks choked, not knowing what to say.

   "It's really like what you would say."

   Sirius' voice suddenly sounded, and when Lupine appeared, Mr. Tonks disappeared at some point.

   "Aren't you the same?"

   "Yeah, me too." Sirius didn't deny his hatred for Peter, "Let's talk?"

   Albert was speechless for a moment, when did he become a bosom uncle.

   "What about Harry?" Albert asked.

   "Yes, Harry seems to..." Sirius paused for a moment, considering his words.

   "Preoccupied," added Lupine.

   "Well, Harry probably... thinks too much. I suggest that you spend more time on teaching defense so that he doesn't have the mind to think about those messy things." Albert gave a seemingly good proposal.

   "Is that really the case?"

  The two looked at each other and felt that this method was feasible.

   At least strengthening the combat training of the three of Harry will also help them better complete the tasks Dumbledore left them.

   Albert found that he really had the potential to be a confidant uncle, so he stayed in the shelter for a while, and there were quite a few people who came to talk to him.

   "You doubt that Dumbledore was not killed by Snape?"

   Albert looked at Moody with weird eyes, and was surprised that the other party would come to discuss this matter with him.

   "I just think Dumbledore's death is weird." Moody shook his head and said, "And, Mundungus, you know him, right?"

  Albert narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

   "He just got out of Snape's grip, and anyway, something weird happened."

   "I can probably understand what you mean, but I'm actually more curious, even if Snape was wronged, so what? Or what do you hope to get from him?"

   "None of us thought that Dumbledore would be easily killed by Snape. That guy is smarter than anyone else, and it is unlikely that he will be... Do you know why?"

"Yes, I know what's going on, but I won't tell others about some things without Dumbledore's consent." Albert shook his head and said, "If you really want to know, just ask Dumbledore The portrait, and the fact that Dumbledore was indeed killed by Snape, there is no doubt about it, so you don't have to expect anything from Snape."

   "Of course, I don't think you expect much from Snape either."

  By the time Abel returned to the hall, the Christmas banquet had already begun.

   A few couples are dancing to the music, but more people are sitting in their seats enjoying food.

   After all, it is rare to have a good meal, and the food in the shelter is really mediocre.

   "Muggle food is really good, don't you eat it?"

  Ron passed another fried chicken leg on the plate to Hermione's plate.

   "Thanks," Hermione muttered.

   "Are you okay?" Ron asked uneasily, "You've been preoccupied since just now."

   "I'm fine."

  Hermione picked up the chicken leg and bit her mouth, and took the initiative to change the subject, "I haven't eaten Muggle food for a long time."

   "I thought you guys were going to dance."

  Ron looked at Hermione expectantly. The latter looked at Harry and Ginny dancing on the dance floor, shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to dance now."

  After a song ended, Harry took Ginny's hand and left the dance floor, and sat down beside them.

   "Aren't you going to eat?"

  Harry handed the hamburger he had just brought to Albert.

   "No, I've already eaten, and...you can't eat too much of this." Albert politely declined the hamburger Harry offered.

   "By the way, thank you." Harry looked around and said to Albert with a smile, "I think this should be the best Christmas present for us."

   "After all, it's Christmas, so it's more interesting to be lively, and..." Albert said meaningfully, "This will help unite everyone."

  The atmosphere at the banquet was very harmonious, everyone was happily enjoying the food on the table, and some members of Dumbledore's Army also took the opportunity to contact members of the Order of the Phoenix.

   "Are you leaving?"

   "Yeah, I'm leaving first." Albert smiled and raised his fingers, and left quietly.

   After all, there are still people at home waiting for him to go back.

   "That guy is really a thorough leader!"

   Sirius whispered to Lupine beside him after Albert's back disappeared.

"Yeah, the kind that is reliable and charming." Lupine agreed with what Sirius said. He actually didn't mind letting Albert take control of the situation. It shouldn't be said that they needed Albert to control the current situation and lead everyone Fight against the mysterious man.

   "More attractive than Scrimgeour." Tonks also spoke highly of Albert.

   "Perhaps, some people are naturally suitable to be leaders." Even Kingsley had to admit this, Albert could always handle things well, just like this Christmas banquet, just like the current good situation.

  Actually, just thinking about the half-dead Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic controlled by Voldemort, the dire situation is simply hopeless.

  However, Albert reversed his huge disadvantage with his own strength.

   "I'm actually looking forward to the day when he can become the Minister of Magic. Maybe the whole Ministry of Magic will be different!" Tonks whispered.

   "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, that guy doesn't seem interested in becoming the Minister of Magic."

   "Yeah, that's a pity."