"Looks like Fudge really is about to lose his mind."
Albert flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, then secretly glanced at Isobel, who was reading The Wizarding Weekly, and sighed inwardly. Ever since they had returned from Spain, Isobel had been angry with him. Albert had spent several nights in a row sleeping on the sofa.
"Still angry?"
"How could I possibly be angry with you, my champion?" Isobel said without looking up.
Albert shot Katrina a pleading look. She shrugged helplessly, indicating there was nothing she could do.
"Come on, don't be angry anymore."
Albert walked around the sofa to stand behind Isobel, wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaned close, and said softly, "I know I took some risks earlier, but it really wasn't as dangerous as you two think. Besides, I took Felix Felicis, and Dumbledore helped too."
"You're just like my unreliable father." Isobel said with a stiff face. "Do you know how hard my mother has it now? I don't want to end up like that someday."
"I'm sorry. I was reckless."
After Isobel stared at him for a moment, Albert apologized seriously and raised his hand in promise. "I'll protect myself properly from now on. Even if I want to stir up trouble, I'll get someone else to do it."
"Why does that make it sound like you're always hiding in the background and causing trouble?" Katrina looked up at Albert with an extremely strange expression.
"No, I'm a good person."
Noticing that Isobel was still staring at him, Albert coughed lightly and explained, "In a situation like that last time, you staying in the arena would only have made me hold back. I didn't know whether my fight with Lord Voldemort would destroy the arena. In fact, it nearly