Although a few unexpected developments had occurred, they had not disrupted Albert's original plan. His habit of always leaving himself a few contingencies allowed him to face most unforeseen events with composure.
What was more, Mrs. Dale being controlled by Voldemort was not entirely without benefit to Albert. Sometimes, accidents meant triggering new panel quests.
Quests meant experience, and experience meant more possibilities, greater power, and a greater sense of security.
After all, the final boss was Voldemort. The infamous Dark Lord was an undeniably dangerous presence, a quest-generating machine, and an important source of experience.
Even though Voldemort had already made tremendous contributions and sacrifices along Albert's path of growth, Albert would never overlook Voldemort's immense value. Perhaps if he squeezed him like a sponge a little harder at certain times, he could still wring quite a bit more out of him.
As long as the risks were kept firmly within tolerable limits, everything would work to Albert's advantage. That was also why he was willing to raise Voldemort's hatred toward him.
"All right, darling. I think it's time for me to go."
"Be careful."
Isabelle gave him a gentle hug. Though she knew Albert would be taking a safe route to the Defense Association headquarters, she could not help reminding him.
"I will. I won't be back for dinner."
Albert kissed Isabelle on the forehead, then Apparated away.
These days, he went to the Defense Association headquarters almost every few days to teach the newly joined members. He taught them how to protect themselves, taught them Defense Against the Dark Arts, and trained them to become qualified fighters.
Perhaps because they had only recently graduated from school, everyone still possessed great enthusiasm for learning, and their progress was much faster than Albert had expected.
In particular, after learning