"Not going to help?"
After stepping forward to straighten Albert's clothes, Isobel took the specially made cloak from Katrina and draped it over him.
"No. I'm not a healer, so there's no point in me going."
Albert had never been interested in cleaning up after a bunch of people who loved courting death.
"Mother should be able to help."
When it came to treating the symptoms caused by Charms, Mrs. McDougal was indeed more authoritative than most healers.
"Now that we've gotten away, there's no need to get dragged back into it."
Albert lightly kissed his wife's cheek, pulled up his hood, and said, "They ended up like that entirely because they brought it on themselves. Besides, Madam Pomfrey will definitely be able to heal their injuries."
"Be careful, and... come back early."
Amid Isobel's reminders, Albert Apparated away.
When he reappeared, he was standing on a secluded path.
Within his field of vision lay a rundown little town illuminated by lamplight. Even from a distance, he could smell the stench in the air.
"He really managed to find a place like this."
Albert wrinkled his nose slightly, his gaze sweeping over the rubbish and sewage lining both sides of the street. He strongly suspected Babajide had chosen this place purely to disgust anyone who came looking for him, hoping the foul odor pervading the town would drive away his enemies.
He silently blended into the darkness along the street, causing the pedestrians strolling there to instinctively overlook his presence.
Not long after, Albert deliberately left the main road and entered a secluded alley beside it. An old house with its windows nailed shut by wooden boards appeared out of thin air before him.
Albert drew his wand, walked up to the decrepit house, and gently knocked on the wooden