"Looks like the match is over?"
"Yeah, it was brilliant. Harry did well." Albert smiled wistfully. "It's been a long time since I last saw the Gryffindor team win a match so thoroughly."
"I remember you were pretty good at Quidditch too."
"A person's energy is limited. You have to make choices." Albert steered the conversation back. "How did things go over there?"
"We've already found the approximate location from your prediction." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from the window. "But they haven't found Cassandra Vablatsky or her family's bodies. Why don't you divine again, so we won't have to search everywhere when we get there?"
"Sure. I reckon they were turned into Inferi or stones." Albert took out his crystal ball and continued divining the whereabouts of the bodies.
"Do you think they didn't want anyone to know about this?" Dumbledore looked at Albert, who was divining, and asked, "Or did they just dispose of the bodies carelessly?"
"I hope it's the latter." Albert looked up at Dumbledore. "You think he doesn't want anyone to know?"
"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "Cassandra must have foreseen that Voldemort would come looking for her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had herself admitted to the hospital. Unfortunately, she still underestimated Voldemort in the end."
"If she'd left England from the start or found somewhere to hide, she wouldn't have met with such misfortune." Albert focused all his attention on the crystal ball before him. "That's why I never underestimate The Dark Lord, much less gamble with my own life."
"Voldemort is certainly no decent sort, but many people still cling to wishful thinking." Dumbledore could actually understand ordinary people's thoughts quite well. All they wanted was to live their lives peacefully.
"That's normal thinking. No one wants to be dragged into this