Albert neither liked nor disliked Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. To him, Scrimgeour was simply a stranger who might prove useful later. Nothing more.
With Albert, a cheat-enabled transmigrator, appearing in this world, the original timeline had already been thrown into disarray. Who knew which direction things would take next? Even though Albert himself possessed the gift of prophecy, he did not dare place too much faith in those predictions. He preferred to prepare for trouble before it arrived, leaving himself more room to maneuver so he would not be caught off guard by sudden developments.
If Sirius Black had not died, if Dumbledore had not died, if Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour had not died, would the entire wizarding world have undergone earth-shaking changes as a result?
That was hard to say. Perhaps this world would become different.
Tom opened his mouth in a yawn and sprawled lazily over his cushion. Cradling a little ball of yarn Hermione had used for knitting in his paws, he stared curiously at the Crystal Ball on the cushion and blinked. Just as he was about to reach for it with a paw, he felt a hand settle on the back of his head and gently stroke him, making Tom narrow his eyes in contentment.
"I've noticed you've been rather fond of watching the stars lately."
Isabelle entered the room, gently toweling her fiery red hair dry. Magic could have evaporated the moisture from her hair in an instant, but Isabelle still preferred using a towel.
Of course, sometimes Isabelle enjoyed being looked after by Albert too, letting him dry her hair for her.
"I learned astrology from Firenze." Albert raised a hand as though trying to grasp the stars in the night sky, then smiled and took the towel from