Isabelle stepped forward, reached out to straighten Albert's robes, then ignored her sister behind her and kissed him on the lips before earnestly reminding him, "Be careful."
"You too," Albert said with a smile. "I'm off."
Today was the final day of the International Wizarding Duelling Competition. Albert had never been in the habit of letting down his guard before the end. Even though he had already seen himself winning the championship in the Crystal Ball, he still did not dare relax for a moment. Some enemies would suddenly appear and strike a fatal blow when you thought victory was certain and let your guard down.
It was a tired old plot, but no less deadly for it.
"You're really worried?"
Katrina watched Albert's departing back, then turned to Isabelle in confusion.
After watching the matches for two days straight, she had gained a fair understanding of Albert's true strength. The man was both cautious and powerful; there was no need for anyone to worry about him at all.
Just look at the arrangements he had made for the sisters.
Who drank Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as someone else just to watch a match?
Even when he had been ambushed and assassinated by Death Eaters last night, the man had been completely fine. He had even worn that expression that said, You don't need to worry. I already knew they were coming to assassinate me.
Most importantly, Albert had hidden himself too well. From beginning to end, he had never shown his true strength. No wonder Mr. Bard had bet on him winning the championship a few days ago.
The two of them had dared to conspire to make money from this because he truly had what it took to win the Duelling Competition.
"I just hope this Duelling