"You finally got your wish. You must be thrilled!"
Staring at the message on the Communication Bookmark, Albert fell silent for a moment, considering whether to respond to the stranger on the other end.
If it were Babajide, he would never have sent that message unless his head had just been caught in a door.
"Why do you say that?"
After hesitating briefly, Albert raised his wand and altered the words on the Communication Bookmark, replying as the other party wished.
"Wasn't Lord Voldemort crushing the International Wizarding Federation something you had anticipated long ago?"
The person seemed to have been waiting for him. Shortly after Albert replied, another message came through, as though they could not wait to talk to him about something.
"Anticipated? No, you think too highly of me."
Once the words on the Communication Bookmark vanished, new ones quickly appeared.
"Even I never expected the International Wizarding Federation to be so utterly helpless, crushed so easily by Lord Voldemort."
"This isn't my fault!"
The owner of the other half of the Communication Bookmark seemed quite furious. "I warned them, but they simply wouldn't listen..."
"I know you're not Babajide. You didn't even mention the password we agreed on beforehand."
"I am Babajide, and we never agreed on a password," the person said with complete certainty.
"Indeed, there was no password. What do you want from me?"
"I hope you can help me."
"I'm afraid that will be difficult."
"I know this has something to do with you. Don't think you can wash your hands of it. You have to help me."
It sounded more like a threat.
But Albert never took it seriously, because he had already confirmed that the fellow was not Babajide at all.
The reason was simple. To prevent the Communication Bookmark from