Chapter 1483: Cooperation
"Not going to help?"
Isabelle stepped forward and helped Albert straighten his clothes. Then she took the specially made cloak from Katrina and draped it over him.
"No. I'm not a healer, so there's no point in me going."
Albert had never been interested in cleaning up after a group of people who loved courting death.
"Mother should be able to help."
When it came to treating the symptoms caused by Charms, Mrs. McDougal was indeed more authoritative than most healers.
"Now that we've gotten out, there's no need to get dragged back into it."
Albert lightly kissed his wife's cheek, pulled up his hood, and said, "They ended up like that entirely because they brought it on themselves. Besides, Madam Pomfrey will definitely be able to heal their injuries."
"Be careful, and... come back early."
Amid Isabelle's reminders, Albert Apparated away.
When he reappeared, he was standing on a secluded path.
Within view lay a dilapidated little town lit by scattered lamps. Even from far away, he could smell the stench in the air.
"Credit to him for finding a place like this."
Albert wrinkled his nose slightly, his gaze sweeping over the rubbish and sewage lining both sides of the street. He strongly suspected that Babajide had chosen this place solely to disgust anyone who came looking for him, hoping the foul stench permeating the city would drive his enemies away.
He silently melted into the darkness along the street, making the pedestrians strolling outside instinctively overlook his presence.
Before long, Albert deliberately left the main road and entered a secluded alley nearby. An old house with its windows nailed shut with wooden boards appeared out of thin air before him.
Albert drew his wand, walked up to the old house, and gently knocked on