Adults Loved to Go Back on Their Word

If it weren't for that unpleasant incident at the Ministry of Magic, this summer vacation would have been perfect.

Even though he couldn't use magic during summer vacation, Albert still had plenty to do, such as reading books he hadn't had time for before. Reading had always been one of Albert's interests, and besides, it also gave him experience points—why not?

On their last night, Herb took his family to an Italy restaurant for dinner and enjoyed authentic Italy seafood pasta, which was really delicious.

After returning home, we all gathered on the sofa, eating snacks, chatting, and watching the latest funny TV series.

Before 10 o'clock, Daisy made hot cocoa for everyone, and after drinking it, they all went to bed.

The next morning, Tom once again woke Albert up by nuzzling him with his fluffy tail.

Dressed neatly, Albert walked to the table, used the key to open the drawer, and took out the Gold Card.

There was also a letter on the desk, a letter from Professor Broad to him. In it, besides explaining some magical techniques, he also vaguely mentioned that Hertok had visited him.

Yes, that means Hertok knows that the Gold Card is with him.

However, Albert didn't mind. He would put the Gold Card in a letter and give it to Shera, who would then deliver it to Grandpa Luke Shera. Grandpa Luke would then mail it to Hogwarts.

If Hertok wanted to get his Gold Card back through any other means, there was no way he could, let alone get it back.

Albert had already decided that if the other party didn't resolve that matter, they shouldn't even think about getting the Gold Card back from him.

Anyway, his request wasn't unreasonable.

Since you caused this trouble, go and sort it out for me.

As for how to resolve this matter, that's none of Albert's business.

Breakfast was plentiful; Daisy made Albert's favorite food and even helped prepare a Ham Sandwich.

At 8:30, the family set off for King's Cross Station on time.

Unfortunately, luck seemed to be against them today. They encountered a traffic jam on their way to London; there appeared to be an accident on the highway ahead. Albert arrived at the station at 10:15.

Herb helped find a luggage cart and unloaded Albert's suitcase from it.

"You're not going to take Tom away, are you?" Nia asked, holding Tom.

"No, Tom will stay home with you." Albert patted his sister's head. "I believe you can take good care of yourself and Tom."

"Don't touch a lady's head." Nia pouted in dissatisfaction, but didn't dodge. "Remember to write to me, and don't forget about the photos."

"I know, I won't forget." Albert reached out and patted Tom's head, reminding him, "Don't eat too much, or no one will be able to carry you, you big fat cat, in the future."

"Meow!" Tom meowed, whether in protest or something else, it made everyone burst into laughter.

"If you need to buy Flying Broom, use this bag of Galleon." Herb pushed the luggage in front of Albert, took a bag of Galleon from the car and handed it to Albert, then hugged him and said with a smile, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you play ball."

"If I can find a wizard who knows how to take photos, you will see the pictures," Albert said with a smile, shaking his head as a reminder. "However, don't have too high expectations."

"See you Christmas Holiday!" Daisy hugged Albert, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "If you encounter any trouble, you can write to us for advice."

"I will." Albert looked at Nia and spread his hands.

Nia handed the cat to Daisy and then gave Albert a big hug.

"Alright, see you on the holiday." Albert pushed his luggage cart and jogged toward the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

Since there was no one else around, Albert didn't bother to hide and simply walked through the wall to enter Platform 9 3/4 from the side.

He looked up and saw the Hogwarts Express, and his slight sense of loss completely disappeared. He knew he could use magic again once he returned to the Wizarding World.

The crimson steam locomotive was puffing out smoke, and wizards were already on the platform seeing their children off onto the train.

As Albert pushed his luggage toward the train door, someone suddenly blocked his way. He stopped, looked up at the middle-aged man in a suit and tie, and narrowed his eyes.

He has a very good memory and recognized the person at a glance.

Hertok.

He hadn't expected to run into the other person here. Although it was a bit of a surprise, it was also within his expectations.

Albert's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He pretended not to know the other person and prepared to push his luggage past.

However, Hertok spoke first.

"Albert Anderson!" Hertok's tone was tinged with excitement as he looked the boy in front of him up and down. He was certain that this was the guy who had found his Gold Membership Card.

"Who are you?" Albert asked, feigning confusion.

"Hertok Dagworth," Hertok introduced himself.

"I don't know him," Albert replied bluntly. "What do you want with me? If not, don't block my way."

Hertok's face twitched; he had never seen anyone so disrespectful to him.

In the Wizarding World, Hertok is a very famous Potions Master, and most people who know him are very polite to Hertok.

However, the boy in front of me was an exception.

However, Hertok wasn't angry. According to the information he had gathered, Albert was Muggle-born wizard who was going to Hogwarts for his second year. He didn't know anything about the Wizarding World, so it was normal that he didn't recognize him.

"We met once in France, at the opera house," Hertok reminded him, " in Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh, so you were there too." Albert looked Hertok up and down, then said, "And then? Just say what you need to say, don't waste everyone's time."

"Hmm!" Hertok stared at Albert in a daze, not expecting him to be so direct. He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I know you found a Gold Card, a card made of gold."

The boy in front of her was quite different from the twelve-year-old boy in Hertok's memory. It was hard to say, but he was definitely different.

"Yes, that's true." Albert admitted it readily, surprising even Hertok.

"I hope you can return my Gold Membership Card to me." Hertok paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, as a thank you for helping me find it, I will give you a gift."

"A thank-you gift?" Albert looked at Hertok with interest. "What thank-you gift?"

"Twenty Galleon," Hertok said awkwardly. "I don't know what kind of gift you like, but I think this amount of money should be enough for you to buy something you like. I hope you don't feel offended."

"No," Albert shook his head.

"Well..." Hertok took out the money pouch he had prepared beforehand, intending to hand it to Albert, but the latter did not take it.

"Actually, even if you don't give me a thank-you gift, I'll still return that Gold Card to you," Albert added with a smile. "Of course, it would be best if you were willing to give me some money. But..."

"But what?" Hertok's heart skipped a beat, and his bad premonition grew stronger.

"Back when I first left the opera house, the Gold Card showed signs of flying away," Albert said to Hertok. "You used Summoning Charm on the Gold Card, didn't you?"

Hertok opened his mouth but didn't speak, which undoubtedly meant he was admitting it.

"Shortly after I returned home, the Britain Ministry of Magic sent me this letter." Albert reached into his pocket, pulled out the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic, and handed it to Hertok, continuing, "Well, this has nothing to do with me. Given that the Ministry of Magic had a similar blunder last year, I'm not surprised."

"What do you want me to do?" Hertok seemed to have realized what Albert wanted to say, and Brood's words were probably about to come true.

"Hmm." Albert continued, "Actually, I've already written a letter to the Misuse of Magic Office of Ministry of Magic, trying to explain this to them, but they seem to have ignored my letter. I think it was probably thrown straight into the trash."

Hertok's bad premonition grew stronger.

"My request is simple. Since you caused this, you'll have to explain yourself to the Misuse of Magic Office Ministry of Magic. I know they don't want to hear my explanation, but you would, wouldn't you?" Albert said calmly. "Have the Head of the Misuse of Magic Office Ministry of Magic me a letter apologizing for the blunder the Ministry of Magic made. After all, it was their own mistake, so an apology isn't too much to ask. I'll send you the Gold Card as soon as I receive that apology letter. As for your Galleon, that's unnecessary. Honesty is a good quality, isn't it?"

"By the way, your name is Hertok Dagworth, right? I've remembered your name." As Albert pushed his luggage away, he turned back to Hertok and said, "Let the Director of the Ministry of Magic write it himself; that's the only way to show sincerity. Otherwise, it doesn't count."

Hertok stood there, staring blankly at Albert's departing figure, his facial muscles twitching as if his entire face were spasming.

The other party really didn't make any unreasonable demands.

If you cause trouble for the other party, it is only natural that they ask you to clarify things.

If you make a mistake and a simple apology is enough to be forgiven, it shows that the other party is already very sincere.

But... how to persuade the Ministry of Magic to apologize? He looked down at the letter in his hand; he knew what it said even without reading it.

Hertok ultimately decided to take a more forceful approach; whether the other party was willing to accept his gift was no longer his concern.

"Gold Membership Card, Accio!" Hertok pulled out his wand and pointed it in Albert's direction, casting the Summoning Charm.

He had already decided that once he got the Gold Membership Card, he would leave and have the owl send the Galleon to the other party. Whether Albert accepted it or not was none of Hertok's business.

However, Hertok was stunned, because nothing happened after he cast the spell.

The fact that the Gold Membership Card Gold Membership Card n't Accio indicates that Albert didn't keep it with him.

"Stop trying. I know you adults like to cheat." Albert stood in front of the carriage, turned to Hertok and said, "Do you think I don't know what you're going to do? Don't make pointless attempts. The Gold Card is indeed in my hands. However, I'm not taking the blame for that. Since you caused the trouble, you'll have to sort it out."

"By the way, don't use such underhanded methods again, otherwise I wouldn't mind melting the Gold Card back into gold and selling it in Muggle gold shop," Albert said with a smile. "I guarantee it will be worth more than your twenty Galleon."

Albert wasn't sure if it was worth anything, but he was certain he wanted an apology from the Ministry of Magic... Hmph.

It's probably going to be difficult! He doesn't care what Hertok wants to do.

If the other party resorts to dirty tricks, he has a hundred ways to kill them. Since his last deep dive into the Forbidden Forest and battle with the spiders, Albert has changed a lot.

The most obvious thing is that he is stronger than before, and with strength comes courage.

Watching Albert's figure disappear into the carriage, Hertok fell into a brief silence.

"A guy that Brood values is definitely not simple," Hertok couldn't help but smile wryly.

His relationship with Brood was indeed quite ordinary, but he knew that Brod had his own circle, and those who could enter that circle were all elites in a certain field of the Wizarding World.

Albert Anderson was clearly one of them.

In fact, Hertok didn't want to have a bad relationship with the other party either.

There was no way around it; Albert was just too young, excessively young. This meant that twenty years later, he would be an expert in a certain field, and the other party also made him feel inexplicably composed.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Hertok suddenly realized a terrible truth.

Did the other party know he would come looking for him all along? Was everything just an act?

Did Brood write to him about it?

However, he knew that Albert meant no harm, and that the absence of malice was the greatest malice.

Will the Ministry of Magic apologize for this?

Hertok felt it was unlikely, because there was no precedent for it.

Even if this was indeed a misunderstanding caused by the Ministry of Magic, as Albert said, he sent a letter to explain the matter, but it was ignored and the letter was probably thrown directly into the trash.

Hertok didn't know if Albert Anderson knew this, but if he did, then that man was truly terrifying.

No, perhaps he already guessed it?

Hertok, his face grim, vanished in Apparition.

To be honest, as someone who researches Potions, Hertok doesn't enjoy dealing with people from the Ministry of Magic, which is why the Gold Membership Card, which serves as a pass, is so important to him.