Chapter 1483： cooperate

 Chapter 1483 Cooperation

 “You really don’t want to help?”

Isobel stepped forward, stretched out her hand to help Albert sort out his clothes, and then took the special cloak from Katrina and helped him put it on.

“No, I’m not a therapist. There’s no point in going.”

Albert has never been interested in taking the initiative to help a group of guys who like to seek death wipe their butts.

 “Mom should be able to help.”

Mrs. McDougal is indeed more authoritative than most therapists in treating the symptoms of spells.

“Now that we’ve escaped, there’s no need to get involved again.”

Albert kissed his wife's cheek gently, pulled up his hood and said: "Those guys will end up like that, they are just seeking their own death. What's more, Madam Pomfrey will definitely be able to cure their injuries."

 “Be safe, and...come back early.”

 At Isobel's instructions, Albert apparated and left.

 When he appeared again, he was standing on a remote path.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dilapidated town with lights reflected, and the stench in the air can be smelled from a distance.

“It’s a good thing he was able to find such a place.”

Albert wrinkled his nose slightly and glanced at the garbage and sewage on both sides of the street. He suspected that Babajid chose such a place purely to disgust those who came to look for his traces, trying to take advantage of the atmosphere that permeated the city. The stench drives away enemies.

 He blended quietly into the darkness on both sides of the street, allowing pedestrians walking on the street to instinctively ignore his presence.

Not long after, Albert voluntarily deviated from the main road and came to a remote alley nearby. An old house with boarded windows appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Albert took out his wand, walked to the old house, reached out and gently knocked on the wooden door.

Not long after, the door opened with a creaking sound.

 “How did you find this place?”

Babajid looked at Albert outside the door, but there was not much surprise in his eyes, as if he had already known that Albert would come to visit him.

"I thought you would let me in before me. It's not a wise move to stay outside and talk." Albert said to Babajide with a smile.

The latter seemed to have just recovered from his trance. After saying please come in, he gave up his position at the door and invited Albert into the house.

“I am a fortune teller, and it is not particularly difficult to find your secret keeper.”

Albert glanced at the hall and knew why Babajid didn't want to let him in.

There are no traces of long-term living in this house, which means that Babajid did not live here.

 Obviously, this is just a bait to mislead others.

Albert looked up and down at the president of the International Federation of Wizards in front of him, making him feel uncomfortable.

 “That guy actually told you.”

"It's not difficult to convince him." Albert retracted his gaze, "Especially if you want to see me, and blackmailing others is not a good habit."

"That's not what I meant." Babajid shook his head. "I never thought he would do that."

 “I’m more curious about how you persuaded him to be your secret keeper.” Albert asked.

“I just asked him to do me some favors, and the reward is this old house.”

"If the mysterious man really wants to pry your position out of your friend's mouth, it won't be particularly difficult. Although you don't live here, it won't be particularly difficult for him to mislead you after he gets the double-sided mirror. .”

“So, you came to me specifically just to exchange bookmarks?”

Babajid had expected this day to come when he left the correspondence bookmark, but he didn't expect it to come so early.

 “Yes, aren’t you going to explain?”

 After sitting on the shabby armchair, Albert took out his magic wand from his pocket and waved it, conjuring two glasses of butterbeer out of thin air.

“It’s hard to imagine that you would treat me to a drink like this.” Babajid picked up a glass of butterbeer and couldn’t help but complain. "Because I plan to add a few drops of veritaserum to it." Albert said shockingly, "I'm not sure whether strong alcohol will cause the potion to fail."

Of course, this stuff is nonsense, but the meaning is obvious.

 If you don’t want to taste Veritaserum, it’s best to tell the truth.

 “They think it was because of your relationship that we completely confronted the mysterious man.”

Babajid didn't pay attention to Albert's threats. He took a sip of butterbeer, smacked it in his mouth, and then talked about the topic that Albert was interested in.

 “Are you going to trick me?”

"They investigated your deeds and thought that you might be able to cause big trouble to the mysterious man." Babajid felt helpless about this. He didn't really want to come to see Albert in person, but his intuition told him that if he If you keep avoiding seeing him, the situation may be even worse.

To be honest, Babajide was a little afraid of this guy.

 Because Albert was never a broad-minded person.

 But he did not intend to become enemies with Albert unless it was absolutely necessary.

 Otherwise, he doubted that he would be safe even if he hid in a house protected by the Loyalty Curse, not to mention that he had no intention of hiding in such a ghostly place for the rest of his life.

 So, rather than becoming enemies with Albert, it is better to become friends. That is the wisest choice.

 At least, Albert has always been good to his friends.

“That’s it.” Albert murmured, “However, they tricked themselves first.”

 At the beginning, after the mysterious man took control of the International Confederation of Wizards, he became so angry that he directly killed several members of the International Confederation of Wizards.

After hearing these words, Babajide's face couldn't help but twitch. He didn't think so. Instead, he suspected that those congressmen were killed by Albert's little trick.

 After all, no matter how you look at it, their lives are more meaningful than their deaths. Otherwise, how would Voldemort control the International Federation of Wizards?

This guy is really very narrow-minded.

Babajid seemed to have thought of something again, and suddenly asked: "This is definitely not why you came to me."

 “Looking for your cooperation.”

"Okay, what do I need to do?" Babajid nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

 “I thought you would give it a little thought.”

Albert looked at Babajid with interest. It was indeed no fluke that this guy became the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

　　 Really decisive.

“I’m a smart person, and so are you, and you don’t need to say much to work with smart people.”

"Within this year, this war will be completely over." Albert said: "Stay here and wait until this war is over, and then we will discuss cooperation."

“Can divination really be done to this extent?”

 Babajid opened his mouth, and he felt more and more how scary this guy was.

"Who knows?" Albert suddenly asked, "By the way, I need a way to enter Nurmengard."

Ever since Grindelwald was imprisoned in the Nurmengard prison he created, that prison has been strictly controlled by European countries and is difficult to break into using ordinary methods.

Of course Albert had a way to get in, but he didn't want to make too much noise.

 “What are you doing in Nurmengard?”

 “To meet an old friend on behalf of a friend.”

 Instinct told Albert that he had better go see Grindelwald as soon as possible, otherwise he may not have a chance in the future.

"This is no problem, but, well... the way to enter Nurmengard." Babajid guessed something, but still felt that it was better not to know too much.

 (End of this chapter)