Chapter 730: A Little Trouble
Chapter 730: A Little Trouble
Izabel glanced at the letter Albert had written to Rita Skeeter and furrowed her brows. "You seem to hold a grudge against the Ministry of Magic."
"No, I just dislike politics, and it's fun to cause a little trouble for Fudge." Albert's tone was casual, as if he were discussing a late-night snack.
"A little trouble?" Izabel found it hard to believe that this matter would only cause a minor inconvenience for the Ministry of Magic and even Minister Fudge himself if it were to spread.
"Of course, it's just a little trouble." Albert said contemptuously, "You underestimate how thick-skinned Minister Fudge is. And Potter didn't die, he'll just face some criticism at most."
"The Savior is just a title and a symbol, after all."
"If it weren't for his connection to the Blaaks, and if Fudge didn't need Harry Potter alive to prove himself, Potter might have been expelled from school a long time ago for violating the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Let's not forget that he blew up his aunt, which was his second offense."
"If the two sides were to stand against each other, Fudge would be more than happy to let the Dementors take Potter's soul and use his power to smear him relentlessly, portraying the Savior as a madman."
"You seem to have a clear understanding of the situation." Izabel could hear the disdain in Albert's voice, and it was clear that he didn't have a favorable opinion of the current Minister of Magic.
"That's because I can see that day approaching, and it's not far off." Albert paused before adding, "That guy Fudge is also holding up my 'British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot' title."
Albert handed Izabel the letter he had received from Bard Bloor, which detailed the process and the current obstacles regarding the title.
Having won two International Champion Cups for Britain, Albert was more than qualified to be granted the title of 'British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot'.
Even at Albert's age, Dumbledore had not possessed such a dazzling reputation when he was bestowed with the same title.
"Is it because of blood status?" Izabel immediately guessed the reason. If Albert were a pure-blood wizard, none of these issues would have arisen, and the members of the Wizengamot would have eagerly bestowed the title upon him, granting him the same treatment that Dumbledore had received in his youth.
"Yes and no."
"I thought you wouldn't care about such things." Izabel knew that Albert didn't place much value on titles.
"Yes, I don't care about the title itself, and I detest all the scheming and plotting that comes with it. In my opinion, the Wizengamot is overrated." Albert said dismissively, "But that doesn't mean I won't retaliate when others cause me trouble. It's not in my nature to turn the other cheek."
"The problem shouldn't be too serious, otherwise, the title wouldn't have been approved at all." Izabel didn't have a deep understanding of politics or the inner workings of the Ministry of Magic, but based on her judgment, the situation couldn't be that dire.
If all fifty members of the Wizengamot were pure-blood supremacists, there would be no hope for the 'British Youth Representative' title.
"They have no choice; otherwise, they'd be making a fool of themselves. Just like with Bernard, if everyone turns a blind eye, there's no issue. But there are also quite a few of our people in the Wizengamot, and even if some pure-bloods are unhappy about it, they'll have to grit their teeth and bear it." Albert said self-deprecatingly, "This is one of the benefits that come with inheriting that surname."
If it were just an ordinary Muggle-born wizard, none of this would have happened, and the Wizengamot wouldn't have convened a gathering to discuss the matter.
Because, at its core, this was a struggle between factions.
The stubborn pure-blood faction would never allow a Muggle-born wizard to be part of the Wizengamot, just as they had used despicable means to get rid of Nobby Leach, the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic.
So, when Albert learned that Fudge was blocking his title, he wasn't angry at all, but he had to pretend to be furious.
Well, Bard had tacitly agreed, and that letter was basically telling him about it. It was normal for an outsider to not understand the implications.
"I didn't know you held grudges." Izabel said as she cupped Albert's face.
"Yeah, I hold grudges." Albert shrugged, "Okay, I admit I have a bias against Fudge, but if you knew what kind of person he is, you'd probably understand why I dislike him."
"No, I do understand, I really do." Izabel kissed Albert on the lips and said, "However, you're overusing your prophetic ability. Seeing too many futures isn't good for you."
Izabel could relate to this, as she had once been able to see through people's thoughts easily, and the hypocrisy of others had often made her feel nauseous.
Without her disguise, she wouldn't even talk to others, as it would only make her feel repulsed.
Later, after mastering Legilimency to the point where she could freely control her ability, Izabel rarely used it on others, and she didn't socialize deeply with anyone, even her so-called close friends. Their relationships were, at best, superficial.
"I know, but sometimes I have no other choice. Having abilities and not using them is a tremendous waste, and..." Albert paused, not finishing his sentence. He stuffed the letter into an envelope and then pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket, selecting two clearer ones to include with the letter.
"When did you take these? Did you use a Time-Turner?" Izabel was astonished when she saw the photos.
One of them was taken when Harry Potter was being carried away on a stretcher by Dumbledore, and the other showed the chaos caused by the Dementors at the Quidditch match.
Although the photos were a bit blurry, they were still clear enough to make out the details.
"I had my house-elf take them," Albert said as he sealed the envelope, smiling. "I guessed that the photos might come in handy, so I prepared them in advance."
In fact, even if this incident hadn't occurred, Albert would still have sent the photos to Rita Skeeter. He believed that the news of the Dementors almost killing the Savior would create a stir.
Moreover, he trusted that Rita Skeeter, that troublemaker, would be even more adept at using this information to spark discussions than they were.
As for how the Ministry of Magic would handle this public relations crisis, that was none of Albert's concern.
Okay, in Albert's eyes, this wasn't even a crisis to begin with.
After all, Harry Potter hadn't died; he would, at most, face some criticism, which was nothing to Fudge.
Izabel fell silent. It was clear that Albert was peering into the future and trying to predict its changes. What kind of future could he possibly see that made him so pessimistic?
"You don't have to do this alone. You don't have to bear it all by yourself," Izabel hugged her boyfriend gently. "One Cassandra is enough. You're not her, and you have me. You don't have to shoulder everything alone."
"The future I see is not set in stone. Prophecies involve cause and effect, and no one can claim to fully understand the changes that may occur. Neither can I," Albert said, realizing that Izabel might have misunderstood something, but he didn't mind if she continued to do so. "I will strive to fight for the future that belongs to us."
"If necessary, we can throw it all away and leave Britain to find a place to hide," Izabel said seriously.
"Trust me," Albert smiled, confident that he would possess such power after graduating from Hogwarts.
Ever since entering Hogwarts, Albert had been gradually building up his strength, not to confront anyone, but to live a more comfortable life.
With power, he would have more choices and no longer need to compromise.
As for Voldemort... well, the noseless monster was, at most, a boss blocking the road.
Although he intended to leave the trouble to the Savior, Harry Potter, to deal with, he would happily watch the drama unfold from the sidelines.
However, Albert was also aware that he must have the ability to counter the Dark Wizard.
Otherwise, if Harry Potter's protagonist aura ever failed him and he met his end, someone would have to step up to deal with Voldemort and prevent him from making a mess of things.
This was the last line of defense.
The vast amount of experience and skill points were the source of Albert's confidence.
"Your confidence is always so captivating," Izabel said softly. "But is Rita Skeeter reliable? Aren't you worried that she'll reveal your secrets to others?"
"Not at all. Rita Skeeter isn't stupid. If she were, she would have died in some corner after offending so many people," Albert said, completely unconcerned about Rita Skeeter leaking his secrets. They both knew the kind of people they were dealing with.
Rita Skeeter would get her hands on an explosive scoop, and Albert would use her to cause some trouble for Fudge.
And if Rita Skeeter ever did reveal Albert's secrets and brought him great trouble, he was certain that she would be prepared to face his retaliation.
As for how he would get his revenge on that woman, Albert had already decided that he would make her "reform and become a better person."
Yes, how would she reform?
Well, they had Lockhart to thank for that inspiration.
As for killing, once he had the power, Albert wouldn't do something as barbaric. It would be nice to have more good people in Britain.
The world needed more good people.
(End of Chapter)
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