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Chapter 1315: It'll Happen
Chapter 1315: It'll Happen
On the beaches of Elba, a young couple strolled hand in hand along the soft sand, facing the lingering heat of the day's breeze from the sea.
"I never expected there to be so many Muggles on the beach at night," Isabelle said as she bent down to push fat cat Tom, who was lazing around on the sand.
"It's normal. This is a famous Italian beach, and it's only August. A lot of people like to vacation here," Albert replied.
Albert picked up Tom and gave him a boost of energy. "Come on, let's keep walking for a bit, and we'll head back soon."
"Meow!"
Tom rubbed his body against Albert's ankle, meowing endearingly.
"No way, I can't carry you, big fatty. You have to walk," Albert chuckled as he ruffled Tom's head and continued walking with Isabelle, hand in hand.
Tom reluctantly followed, knowing he'd be hungry later if he didn't keep up.
"It was really hard to imagine what the Muggle world was like before," Isabelle said, gazing back at the fading noise with a hint of emotion in her voice. "Many wizards think that Muggles without magic must lead difficult lives, but now it seems that arrogance and prejudice have blinded wizards, preventing them from truly understanding the true nature of the Muggle world."
"There are very few unbiased books about the Muggle world in our bookstores. In the stories they tell, Muggles without magic don't seem to fare well," Isabelle added.
She turned to look at Albert, blinking expectantly for him to continue.
"That's because many wizards can't stand the idea of Muggles living better lives than them, and they're not willing to admit it," Albert explained with a smile. "So, books that portray Muggles in a positive light don't get read, and naturally, they disappear from the market. Not just wizards, even Muggles tend to resort to similar tactics to tarnish others."
"You see through it all so clearly."
Isabelle hugged Albert's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Tom, who had been walking beside them, scurried ahead to avoid having his tail stepped on.
"Of course, I can't deny that most Muggles do live harder lives than wizards," Albert recalled. "The pace of Muggle life is much faster than that of wizards, so many people cherish their rare vacations."
"There are plenty of people in the wizarding world who live at a fast pace, too," Isabelle countered, thinking of her mother.
"This world has no shortage of people working themselves to the bone," Albert acknowledged.
Changing the subject, Isabelle asked, "Are you planning to write a book about Muggles?"
"Actually, you'd be better suited for that. You could write about your experiences and observations in the Muggle world. Who knows, it might even replace 'The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore' as the textbook for Muggle Studies," Albert suggested, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at the lively beach behind them. "The content in that book is a bit outdated and should be replaced. People who have experienced war will surely yearn for peace, and the relationship between wizards and Muggles will inevitably become the mainstream of the next era."
"I've noticed how much you enjoy publishing books," Isabelle said with a smile. "If you continue with your publishing plans, it'll probably take more than a decade to finish them all, unless you can write like Rita Skeeter and complete a book in a few weeks."
"That's fine, I can find assistants to help me, and I don't need to use my own name for every book," Albert said as he picked up Tom, who was now refusing to walk any further. "When it comes to portraying the Muggle world, it's best to write from two perspectives: a Muggle-born wizard who has lived in the Muggle world for a long time and a pure-blood wizard who has always lived in the wizarding world. Their views on the same matter will be very different."
Moving away from the bustling crowd, the couple sat down on a secluded stretch of beach without any lighting, letting the seawater wash over their ankles and crash against the rocks.
"You don't seem to pay much attention to other girls around you these days," Isabelle said, seemingly unbothered by his earlier flattery. She lifted her head and kissed Albert's cheek.
Undoubtedly, there had been quite a few scantily clad girls on the beach earlier.
As they strolled, their unique auras, appearances, and attire had drawn some curious glances.
"That's the benefit of having a beautiful wife," Albert replied.
Isabelle paid no mind to his flattering words and instead rested her head on his shoulder. "Have some good things happened recently?"
"Yes, I've noticed some interesting changes. They weren't in the original prophecies, and I think it's a good start," Albert readily picked up on the shift in topic. "To be honest, as a master of prophecies, I really dislike an unchanging future."
In fact, not long ago, he had received news from Sirius Black that the famous Harry Potter was attempting to master a highly dangerous Fire-Making Spell.
Now, that was an interesting development.
Honestly, this piece of news brought Albert more joy than the task and experience of sending Harry Potter to Hogwarts earlier.
After all, he had grown and now had a wealth of experience. He was no longer as obsessed with pursuing tasks and experience as he used to be.
"Dear, when do you think the Second Wizarding War will end?" Isabelle gazed into the distance and asked softly.
"What's wrong?" Albert queried.
"Life is good now, but I long for our peaceful days. With Voldemort still out there, I can't help but worry about your safety, and that's not the life I want," Isabelle confessed.
"Sorry for making you worry."
At the end of the day, no one relished the thought of war.
Well, if Albert were still alone, he wouldn't mind at all. After all, the war meant more galleons, tasks, and experience, and with his meticulous preparations, there were hardly any downsides for him.
But now, he was no longer alone.
"The Second Wizarding War will be over soon. We just need to be patient and wait," Albert said, understanding Isabelle's concerns. "Remember, I prophesied the future, and even if you don't believe in our savior, Harry Potter, you should trust my prophecies; they rarely miss the mark."
"Of course, I believe you."
Isabelle kept bringing up this topic as a subtle reminder for Albert to always stay vigilant, lest their plans fell apart at the last moment.
"I think we should head back."
Glancing at her wristwatch, she added, "Alice will be waking up soon."
"Can't we stay a little longer? We can use the Time-Turner," Albert suggested, grateful for their acquisition of the time-turning device.
"No, let's go back."
Isabelle noticed the small boat approaching and gently prodded, "Kreacher is here to pick us up."
"Thank you, Kreacher."
The house-elf bowed slightly to the couple.
After boarding the boat, they sailed towards the larger ship out at sea under the cover of a Disillusionment Charm.
"I'd rather use it to catch up on some sleep," Isabelle said, gently rippling the water with her hand as she smiled at Albert, who was inspecting the day's catch.
Without the Time-Turner to supplement her lost sleep, Isabelle didn't know how she would have endured this period.
"Hang in there for a few more months, and you won't have to work so hard," Albert consoled her.
"No wonder Mom kept reminding me about this."
Ever since Alice was born, Isabelle had come to understand the hardships of motherhood.
"I'm here for you." Albert's voice was gentle and reassuring.
The small boat slowly made its way out to the larger ship, docking alongside it and then floating up from the sea.
Upon their return, Isabelle's first order of business was a quick wash-up before heading to the cabin to check on Alice.
Tom, who had been carried back by Albert, suddenly vanished.
He had scampered off to enjoy his midnight snack.
Albert waved his wand to put away the small boat and steered the ship away, disappearing into the night.
"Looks like you two had a wonderful time. Isabelle seems to be in a much better mood," Katrina remarked as she watched Isabelle feed the baby. There was a hint of sourness in her tone. "Any new developments?"
Albert noticed the newspaper in Katrina's hand and asked casually, "What's the latest?"
"Wizards in other countries seem to be aware of the situation in Britain," Katrina replied, handing over the newspaper that Kreacher had procured recently. "However, they don't seem interested in interfering."
"Oh, how surprising," Albert drawled.
He took the newspaper, glanced at the headline, and said, "I thought they would be concerned about Voldemort wreaking havoc and exposing the wizarding world to Muggles."
"Because of Voldemort's influence, there's a rise in pure-blood supremacy in many countries," Katrina said, not buying Albert's feigned surprise. "Honestly, who knows what they're thinking? What do you think is the reason they're ignoring the International Confederation of Wizards and choosing to stay out of it?"
"Not my problem," Albert shrugged nonchalantly. "No one wants to stick their neck out and get involved in this mess. Besides, Voldemort usually confines his antics to the British wizarding community."
"And if things go awry and the magical world is exposed to Muggles, that's everyone's problem. It's something all wizards will have to deal with eventually, so there's no point in panicking about it now. The attitude of British wizards towards this war is a testament to that," he added.
"What do you think will happen if the magical world is exposed?"
"Probably a violent clash between wizards and Muggles," Albert shook his head. "Wizards don't have the upper hand these days. But we don't need to worry ourselves over it."
"Mom really adores Alice."
Katrina gazed at Alice, who was being cradled by Mrs. McDougal, and remarked, "But she would have preferred a boy."
After receiving a pointed stare from Albert, Katrina raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I don't mind either way, and I'm confident we'll have a boy in the future. Also, thanks for your help lately," Albert said, shifting his gaze away and offering a smile.
Katrina pursed her lips as she continued to watch the infant. "You're welcome."
(End of Chapter)
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