Chapter 1259: meet

"Still not going to give up?"

Looking at the news from Scrimgeour, Albert put down the communication card and murmured, "However, I don't seem qualified to say anything."

Everyone has the right to choose.

Scrimgeour is still making the final struggle. Although it seems to Albert that it is completely useless, if he is Scrimgeour, he will probably do the same, and no one wants to accept his fate like this.

However, some things are just so cruel.

If Scrimgeour himself had Dumbledore's power, maybe all of this would be different.

He will have a high probability of turning around and becoming a legendary Minister of Magic.

However, Scrimgeour himself does not have the power to fight against Voldemort, and what's worse is that the current political environment is much worse than that of Minister Millicent Barnold.

What happened to Scrimgeour made Albert once again feel that his previous efforts were all worthwhile.

Only with power can you hold your own destiny in your hands.

At least in the face of this catastrophe that has swept across the entire British magical world, he can still deal with it calmly, instead of being swayed by the bad situation and becoming those poor people struggling in the mud.

"Okay, let's meet up, anyway, I have to go back to England in two days, so I can meet him by the way, maybe there is a chance to receive a big gift by the way."

After Albert returned the message to Scrimgeour, he looked sideways at Isobel who was still sleeping beside him, then looked up at the metal box on the bedside table where the Elder Wand was stored, and murmured: "Be patient, wait another year, After the mysterious man dies, you can live the life you like."

Albert knew very well that what he needed most now was patience, and he would remind himself to be patient from time to time.

One year is actually very short, even if it takes two or three years, he can still accept it.

Everything must be stabilized now.

After all, he was no longer alone.

Now that he has a wife, a child, and has become the leader of dozens of people, he must be steady in doing things, because he must be responsible for other people.

Even with the Elder Wand, Albert would not be so arrogant as to think that he could turn everything around, which would undoubtedly be quite stupid.

Moreover, his enemy is Voldemort. Albert was never foolish enough to think that he could kill the most ferocious dark wizard in history with a single disarming spell. That was the treatment only the protagonist deserved.

Constantly weakening Voldemort's strength in various ways, and then giving him a fatal blow, is what he should do.

Even Dumbledore spent a lot of effort in defeating Grindelwald.

A few days later, somewhere in a remote suburb of London, England.

Albert, who had just come directly from France using Apparition, was panting against the wall. Long-distance Apparation was not much more comfortable than using a Portkey.

Maybe, next time, we should divide it into several times.

Even though he knew he could apparate at a longer distance, it was undoubtedly an act of death.

Ever since getting the Elder Wand, with that power, Albert could feel himself losing his awe, and he actually kind of regretted inheriting the Elder Wand from Dumbledore.

Although the thing would ensure his ultimate victory, Albert could indeed feel himself being affected by the wand.

That's a big pit.

No wonder Dumbledore gave himself that wand.

Having said that, was it because Harry was able to resist the temptation of the Elder Wand because he was the savior, or did he not really feel the power of that wand?

Or, is it still influenced by a certain author?

Forget it, these are not important.

Albert put the Elder Wand into the shape-shifting lizard pouch, and took out the wand that claimed to bring luck again, "I really like my wand better."

Albert is not lacking in strength, and he doesn't need that magic wand in his life. Maybe he will use it for experiments in the future, but definitely not now.

"Only trash fish can indulge in power and lose themselves."

Albert didn't think of himself as an idiot, and in an instant he realized why he was wearing the Elder Wand.

"Am I so insecure? Sure enough, it's all the fault of No Nose Monster."

Ever since he was targeted by the mysterious man and the Death Eaters, Albert has been suffering from paranoia.

Although he has always believed that a slight persecution paranoia is necessary.

"Really."

Albert was amused by the thoughts that came to his mind. After shaking his head to shake off those thoughts, he looked at the street shrouded in white mist.

Since Voldemort and the Death Eaters no longer cared about the Ministry of Magic and began to act without scruples, the dementors have been wandering directly over the Muggle cities, devouring the happiness of Muggles recklessly, and even began to reproduce on a large scale.

The densely populated London has become a paradise for dementors. Even in the daytime, you can see dementors wandering around.

Even though the Ministry of Magic has been trying to disperse these dementors, there has been no good way. After all, the number of employees of the Ministry of Magic who know how to use the Patronus Charm is limited, and they have no way to deal with the huge number of dementors.

Even if you drive them away for a while, those pesky dark creatures will still come back.

When the Ministry of Magic failed to drive away all these hateful dementors, the weakness of the Ministry of Magic was suddenly exposed.

Although Scrimgeour was quite annoyed by this, there was nothing he could do but let the Dementors run rampant over London.

"What a hassle."

Albert frowned slightly, raised his wand and sprayed out a large amount of thick fog, making the surrounding fog thicker.

Then, he summoned his Patronus and drove away all the dementors around him.

Although this involves some risk, it is still necessary to avoid the dementors, because the monsters recognize people by smell and emotion, and will probably see through his disguise directly.

A ball of light flitted through the thick fog, and the dementors who were eating food fled around as if encountering a natural enemy.

A middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper seemed to have noticed something, raised his head to look at the thicker and thicker white mist outside the window, and frowned slightly.

Afterwards, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open ~www.NovelMTL.com~ A middle-aged blond man walked in.

"Is this a party?"

His eyes swept over the customers in the shop, and he said something inexplicable.

In the end, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on the table in the middle of the coffee shop, where Scrimgeour was enjoying a cup of coffee and reading books, and walked over there.

"You are very courageous!"

Albert pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Scrimgeour, "If the mysterious man really wants to get rid of you, these Aurors can't keep you safe."

"Aren't you still here?" Scrimgeour said indifferently.

"That's right, but I still don't think you should take risks." Albert glanced at the coffee that the female Auror put in front of him, and continued, "I'm not Dumbledore, I don't have much experience in protecting people, and I may not be able to protect you."

As he said that, Albert looked sideways in a certain direction, narrowed his eyes and said, "Also, you really know how to pick the right time to meet."