"Darling, who are you chatting with?"
One corner of the hall glowed a warm orange-red in the firelight. Isobel reclined on the sofa beside Albert, listening to the gentle music drifting from the record player while using her wand to adjust the pattern on her sweater.
"Harry Potter. I've been playing the role of a sympathetic uncle these past few days."
Albert set aside the Communication Bookmark and gently stroked Isobel's noticeably swollen belly. Smiling, he explained, "Our Savior seems to have been a little lost lately, unsure whether he can shoulder such a heavy responsibility."
"A sympathetic uncle?"
Isobel looked him up and down, then smiled as she corrected him. "I think sympathetic big brother would suit you better."
"A sympathetic uncle sounds more convincing." Albert corrected her. "You know, lots of people think young people are unreliable."
"Actually, I've been feeling rather depressed lately too. I need some guidance from a sympathetic uncle." Isobel set down her wand and rested her head against Albert's shoulder.
"What's the reason?" Albert reached out to stroke his wife's red hair.
"My husband always likes running around everywhere, always making me worry," Isobel complained seriously to "Ai Zhixin."
"Sorry."
Albert's hand paused, and he spoke softly.
"Mm, I accept your apology. But remember to come home on time from now on. Don't spend the night outside. I can only relax once I see you." Isobel wrapped her arms around Albert's arm. "Only then can I sleep peacefully."
"I'll pay attention in the future."
Albert felt somewhat guilty. He knew perfectly well that after getting married, he no longer belonged entirely to himself. He could not be as willful as before; he needed to devote some thought to his wife and child.
That was also why so many wizards dared not resist Lord