Chapter 1177: Charm of Galleon
"...I did just attend the emergency meeting of the International Federation in France, and I'm here to tell you some good news. President Babajid Agimbad of the International Federation has promised to help organize and coordinate the dispatch of the Ministry of Magic of various countries. The Aurors came to the UK to help fight the evil forces and maintain order, and we will not surrender to any evil forces..."
On the headline of the Daily Prophet, Minister Scrimgeour is encouraging everyone to continue to fight. The current difficulties are only temporary, and support from various countries will soon arrive in the UK.
"Do you think it works?" Isobel put down the newspaper and asked curiously.
"It doesn't work. It's unrealistic to expect others to help, but in the end, we still have to give everyone some hope, so that they have the motivation to continue." Albert never expected people from various countries to come to support, and it is not ugly from the original plot. At this point, the so-called International Federation of Wizards did not even see a shadow.
Perhaps, other countries did not plan to send people to support Britain at all, but chose to watch British jokes from the sidelines.
As for the legendary secrecy law, it can also be reduced to a joke when necessary.
"Aren't you afraid that everyone won't be able to wait for assistance, and your confidence will collapse in the end?" Isobel raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Even if he doesn't do that, he probably won't last long." Albert shook his head and said, "Also, Scrimgeour shouldn't have lied. As a last resort, he reckoned that he could only let the Death Eaters make trouble and expose the wizarding world to misery. in front of melon."
"It is very difficult to stop this kind of thing, and it is easier to destroy than to build."
"So, these words are just to throw the blame?"
"It can't be said that the meaning of the International Federation of Wizards, isn't it just at this moment that it plays its role?"
"You're going to take off their panties!" Isobel chuckled, covering her mouth, "You seem to hate these so-called organizations."
It is not difficult for Isobel to imagine how bad the British wizards' perception of this international organization would be if the support of the International Federation of Wizards was delayed.
It will also affect the rest of Europe.
When the United Kingdom fought against the famous second-generation Dark Lord, the International Confederation of Wizards was unwilling to help. If other countries encountered other things, could they be expected to lend a helping hand?
"yes!"
"I don't like it, that's a bunch of hypocritical guys."
"Of course, that was Scrimgeour's last choice. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't handle it. He just made the problem clear."
Albert no longer has any expectations about whether the future will follow the original plot. The gust of wind whipped by his butterfly's wings has changed many things in the future.
That's why he did so many things, ready to completely contain Voldemort.
"Sure enough, you taught Scrimgeour to do that." Isobel was not too surprised.
"I'm just giving Scrimgeour some trivial advice." Albert gestured with his finger and thumb.
"The minister's senior advisor!" Isobel teased.
Albert gave Skrein a lot of ideas, especially the many radical policies of the Ministry of Magic, which are inextricably linked to him.
"It can only be regarded as a cooperative relationship, and everyone is mutually beneficial and win-win."
Albert glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stood up and said, "It's almost time, they should be here soon, I'll go outside to pick them up first."
"be careful."
"I will."
Albert picked up the wand on the table, kissed Isobel's cheek, nodded slightly to Mrs. McDoug who came with the sliced apple, and walked outside.
Then, wait in the room not far from the next door.
After a while, the house-elf Dobby brought the two healers over.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daisy, Mrs. Mary." Albert nodded slightly to the two ladies as a greeting.
"here is…"
Both of them were a little surprised that the rich Albert actually lived here.
However, they soon realized they had guessed wrong.
"This is a Muggle apartment, please come with me!" Albert took the two to a nearby safe house.
Looking at the cumbersome way of entering, Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary looked at each other, obviously surprised by Albert's strict protection of his family.
"This place is protected by the Faithful Charm," Albert explained to them. "Please wash your face here."
"What's the point of that?" asked Mrs. Daisy curiously.
"An anti-thief waterfall similar to the fairy can wash away the spells on the body, including the Imperius Curse. Of course, the configuration of this potion is somewhat difficult, and the effect is relatively general." Albert explained.
"There is still such a magical potion?" Mrs. Mary looked at Albert suspiciously, and finally couldn't help asking, "You invented it."
"If no one else invented it, I should have invented it." Albert led them into the living room, walked to Isobel, and introduced to the two, "This is my wife, Isobel."
"Hello." Isobel greeted the two therapists with a smile.
"It should be more than three months!"
Lady Daisy looked at Isobel's abdomen and immediately made a judgment.
"It's been almost four months." Isobel nodded.
"Go to the specially prepared medical room!"
Mrs. McDougall stretched out her hand to help Isobel and motioned to Mrs. Daisy, and Mrs. Mary followed her to the infirmary converted from a study next door.
"The environment here is even better than in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries." Mrs. Mary muttered softly, looking at the clean and bright room.
The equipment in the room is quite complete, and you can basically find everything in the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Of course, the wizard's hospital has nothing special to prepare, and many healers rely on wands and potions to treat patients.
Albert sat in the armchair by the wall, watching the two therapists perform a full body examination on Isobel, and listening to the conversation of the four, Albert realized that wizards could not predict the birth of children as accurately as Muggles. The time can only be reduced to a certain range through speculation.
Isobel was lucky, and no girl in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries waited for her to give birth at the same time.
"Very healthy, you took good care of her." Lady Daisy said to Albert with a smile after giving Isobel a complete physical examination.
"Do I need to do the gender identification of the child?" Mrs. Mary asked the couple's opinion. "The **** identification of the child can be done in three or four months."
"No need for this, I already know the gender of the child."
"Already know?"
Both Mrs. Daisy and Mrs. Mary were a little stunned, obviously unable to understand how Albert knew.
"I'm a fortune teller, and it's not difficult for me to know the gender of my child," Albert explained to the two.
"You must be a very good fortune-teller." Mrs. Mary complimented, handing Albert a precautionary note for pregnant women, and reminded them carefully, very conscientious and responsible.
After all, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com received so many Galleons, it would make them uneasy if they did nothing, so both of them did their best.
No way, who asked Albert to give too much.
"It seems that the Galleon you paid for is valid."
Isobel said to Albert with a smile after Mrs McDougall sent the two therapists away.
"It's normal. As long as you have enough money, they will work hard to take care of you." Albert kissed Isobel's forehead and said.
"You shouldn't intimidate them." Isobel pouted and smiled happily.
"They know very well that they have taken the money, they have to do it well, and they have to pay for it if they screw up." Albert helped Isobel into the suitcase and let her sit on the sofa After getting off, he went outside and waited for Mrs. McDougall to come back, ready to go home directly.
At this moment, Albert found that his wrist actually reacted. It was an urgent message from the Weasley brothers. He took out the communication pen and opened it to check the information on it: Cedric has an accident.
