Although a few unexpected incidents had cropped up, they had not disrupted Albert's original plans. His habit of always leaving himself a few contingencies meant he could calmly face most unexpected situations.
Besides, Mrs. Dale being controlled by Voldemort was not entirely without benefits to Albert. Sometimes, unexpected events meant triggering new panel quests.
Quests meant experience, experience meant more possibilities and greater power, and it also meant a sense of security.
After all, the final boss was Voldemort. The infamous Dark Lord was absolutely a dangerous presence that could not be ignored, as well as an inexhaustible quest generator and a valuable source of experience.
Even though Voldemort had already made enormous contributions and sacrifices to Albert's path of growth, Albert would never overlook Voldemort's immense value. Perhaps, if he squeezed him harder like a sponge at the right time, 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 in Albert's favour. That was also why he was willing to raise Voldemort's hatred towards him.
"All right, darling, I think I should be going."
"Be careful."
Isobel gave him a gentle hug. Although she knew Albert would be taking the Safe Passage to the Defence Association Headquarters, she still could not help reminding him.
"I will. I won't be back for dinner."
Albert kissed Isobel on the forehead, then Apparated away.
These days, he went to the Defence Association Headquarters almost every few days to teach the newer members. He taught them how to protect themselves, taught them Defence Against the Dark Arts, and trained them to become qualified fighters.
Perhaps because they had only recently graduated from school, everyone still retained an eager enthusiasm for learning. Their progress was much faster than