The Marauders

"The Marauders" "He won't be sitting in that position much longer."

Albert sat beside Isobel, lifted his frothy hot Butterbeer, and took a large gulp, feeling warmth spread through him from the inside out.

"That's truly unfortunate news."

Isobel thought Cornelius Fudge was rather unlucky. Since Albert had said so, he would most likely lose his position as Minister of Magic before long.

"Back then, I predicted his success on the Hogwarts Express and earned my first pot of gold in the wizarding world because of it," Albert said wistfully.

"You already knew Divination back then?"

Isobel thought it highly likely. Otherwise, how could Albert, who had just entered the wizarding world, have invested so many Galleons in a betting event?

"It was purely good luck. I have confidence in my own luck, and my wand can bring me luck too." Albert drew his Redwood wand and added with a smile, "Mr. Ollivander personally said that Redwood wands could bring their wielders good fortune."

Isobel silently took a sip of Butterbeer, not believing a word of Albert's nonsense.

"Thanks to the money I earned, we had that transaction later on. Come to think of it, we should thank him for bringing us together." Albert's gaze crossed several tables ahead and rested on the Minister of Magic's back. In an even tone, he said, "Now, I'm here predicting his failure. The summer we graduate from Hogwarts will be the moment people kick him down from his lofty perch."

"So that's how you thank him?" Isobel raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused.

"The outcome won't be caused by me. It'll be his own fault."

"Am I starting to sound more and more like a fraud?" Albert suddenly said. "I'm actually considering giving myself the title of Seer. I hear it's quite a respected