You should focus on driving. Albert reminded, he thought for a while and then said, I want to go to Grandpa Luke's house first and pick up Tom and Sheila.

It just so happened that they sent the gifts they bought in France together. Herb agreed, and the first thing the Andersons did when they returned to England was to send gifts and pick up their pets.

How is France? Luke smiled, picked up Nia, looked at Albert and asked.

Okay, it feels pretty good. Albert smiled and replied, I also learned to surf on the Basque beach.

As expected of my grandson, surfing is not an easy task.

It took Albert a while to learn it. Nia muttered, doubting Grandpa Luke's statement that it was not an easy task.

Come in, Sansa is making your favorite chocolate cake. Luke holds their hands and enters the house with a smile.

As soon as he entered the living room, Albert saw Tom lying lazily on the sofa. He walked over quickly, picked up Tom and bumped it twice, and couldn't help but sigh: He has become fat again!

Meow! Tom barked, as if to protest against Albert's words, as if to say that he had not gained weight.

Tom was much better than before. Sansa put a piece of chocolate cake on the dining table in front of Albert and said with a smile that it would look better if he was fatter.

Albert was speechless for a while.

Is this the so-called ten orange cats and nine fat cats? Albert stretched out his hand and scratched Tom's chin, and whispered, by the way, his Tom is not an orange cat either!

Sure enough, you should still exercise and lose weight. Albert said to himself, and Tom seemed to understand what he said, jumping off Albert's knees and running to Sansa's side.

Albert:

Sure enough, you still need to lose weight properly.

At this time, an owl flew in from the window and dropped a letter on the cake in front of Albert.

Otherwise, let's stew it. Albert stared at the owl with malicious eyes. He hadn't even eaten his share of the cake yet, so it was ruined by it?

It looked very tired. The owl had just finished flying and landed on the table. Nia raised her hand and poked it and asked, do you want to prepare some water and disappointment for it?

Don't worry about it. Albert looked at the letter from the Ministry of Magic depressedly. He knew that his premonition had come true. He knew what was written in it even without reading it.

Last year I deceived Truman, but this year I was deceived by others?

Could this be the so-called retribution, not retribution, but the time has not come yet?

Whose letter? asked Luke, who was unpacking the package.

It’s nothing, I’m going to write a reply. Albert smiled and said: Just let Sheila go out and fly around to prevent it from being fed too fat.

Albert wrote two letters, one to the Ministry of Magic, explaining the Flying Curse.

Since he didn't do it, Albert didn't feel guilty at all. Besides, he didn't bring a wand, so he couldn't put the blame on himself.

Another letter was written to Professor Broad, telling him about his trip to France, inquiring about the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries, complaining about the extremely unreliable traces of the Ministry of Magic, and seeking his opinion.

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In Albert's opinion, the Ministry of Magic would probably ignore his reply after seeing it.

After all, the Ministry of Magic was just like that. He didn't have high expectations, let alone what the Ministry of Magic could do.

However, Albert planned to use this matter to do something to prove that the Ministry of Magic's traces were extremely unreliable and made mistakes all the time.

In the future, if it is really violated.

You can use this as an excuse to prevent the people from the Ministry of Magic from causing trouble for you.

What, you said I used magic?

But I didn’t bring my wand, and it’s not just once or twice that your Ministry of Magic’s tracking errors have happened. Are you sure it’s not the Ministry of Magic’s fault this time?
Chapter completed!