The ship stopped in the waters off the coast of France. On deck, Isobel reached up to smooth the hair the sea breeze had tousled, then turned to look at her husband.
"You still can't let go of what's happening in Britain, can you?"
"It can't be helped. People always hope the future will unfold as they wish, but the future is always full of uncertainties." Albert gazed at the towering cliffs ahead and murmured, "Even if I can foresee the future, I'm not omnipotent."
Albert actually felt that going with the flow might have been better, but he had already put so much effort into this. If he just held on a little longer, a better future would be right before him. He would never allow himself to slacken at such a critical moment.
"Are we not going to keep living on the ship?"
Katrina emerged from the cabin in a beige casual dress, accompanied by Mrs. McDougal. Beside them, a House-elf carried a familiar suitcase.
"We'll be borrowing a friend's house for the time being." Albert smiled as he explained to them. "I've already made arrangements with the healer as well. There won't be any problems."
"Are you sure this friend of yours is trustworthy?"
Katrina was surprised that Albert was willing to trust someone else, and even more curious about the friend he had mentioned.
Isobel, on the other hand, remained calm, as though she had long known what was going on.
"You know him too. He's here."
Albert left the deck and Apparated onto the top of the cliff.
"Welcome to France."
Bard, dressed in fashionable Muggle casual clothes, greeted Albert with a smile and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you, Bard. We really owe you for helping us this time." Albert was deeply grateful