Hertok Dagworth was feeling a bit down at the moment because he realized his gold membership card was missing.
That was a high-level membership proof from the Extraordinary Potioneers Association, and also a representative medal proving Hertok's outstanding contributions in the field of potions.
The Extraordinary Potioneers Association is very famous in Britain and even across Europe.
The Association offers three types of membership cards: gold, silver, and bronze.
Each card represents the member's contribution in the field of potions, and it is also a symbol of the Potion Makers Association recognized by the Wizarding Worldof Europe.
This membership card is unique.
It grants the holder honor and certain convenient privileges, such as the ability to purchase small quantities of otherwise forbidden trade items for potion making, not for commercial transactions, serving as a convenient and quick pass.
Hertok Dagworth's visit to France was merely a stopover, to meet some acquaintances and bring them some medicinal Herbs.
The acquaintances happened to be planning to see an opera, so they invited Hertok, who considered it for a moment and then agreed.
To be honest, Hertok didn't particularly enjoy Muggleentertainment; opera was quite boring to him.
As Hertok left the Opéra Bastille early to go to the Magical Garden, he suddenly discovered his gold card was missing, which led to him being turned away by the herbalists at the Magical Garden.
This made Hertok very frustrated.
However, what was even more frustrating was that Hertok initially thought the gold card had fallen in the Opéra Bastille and returned to look for it, but he couldn't find it at all.
In desperation, Hertok could only use the Accio spell to try and summon the lost gold card, but it also failed; there was no sign of the gold card flying back automatically.
In desperation, Hertok Dagworth had no choice but to seek help from his old friend, hoping to use his prophecyto help find the gold card.
"We all thought you had already left France," Perenellesaid, pouring Hertok a cup of French black tea.
"Yes, I had already left; I just came from the Magical Garden," Hertok Dagworth told the LeMay couple about his misfortune.
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"You want me to help you find your gold card?" Nicolas didn't mind helping Hertok, after all, the other party also brought them a lot of convenience.
"Yes, please," Hertok took a sip of black tea.
He had to get his gold card back; losing it was absolutely not allowed, and without the gold card, many things would become very inconvenient.
"Don't worry, I believe you will find the lost gold card," Nicolas comforted him.
After he finished the black tea in his cup, he got up and walked to his desk.
Hertok immediately got up and followed him; a crystal ball was on the desk.
"Let me take a quick look," Nicolas muttered.
He raised his hand and swiped it over the crystal ball, and subtle changes occurred within the crystal ball, which had originally been a swirling mist.
The mist gradually dispersed, and the scene inside became clear.
Hertok's gold card was reflected in the crystal ball, held in a brown hand.
The next second, the crystal ball showed the owner of that hand, and it was Albert's face.
"I know this child; he was sitting right next to us," Nicolas said, "He should be a Wizard."
"A Wizard?" Hertok was also stunned, still reeling from the shock.
"Did you notice his wrist just now? That's an alchemical object; I saw runic writing carved on it," Nicolas noticed the confusion on Hertok's face and explained.
"But when did he… take my gold card?" Hertok furrowed his brow slightly, ultimately not using the word "steal."
"Take?" Nicolas frowned slightly, correcting him, "I'm more inclined to say he found it."
"Perhaps, I was negligent."
Hertok nodded, agreeing with Nicolas's statement; he also didn't believe an underage Wizard would be able to take an item from him.
"If you want your gold card back, you'd better hurry," Nicolas pointed to the image on the crystal ball, kindly reminding him.
That was an airplane, the one the The Anderson Familyfamily was about to board.
"What is this?" Hertok stared at the airplane, frowning slightly.
Like most Pure-blood Wizards, he knew nothing about the Muggle World.
"It seems to be a Muggle mode of transport," Nicolas couldn't recall the name of the thing at that moment.
"I think I should go now, thank you for your help," Hertokleft in a hurry.
"I hope everything goes well for him," Perenelle put down her teacup, watching Hertok's departing back.
"He'll find it," Nicolas wasn't worried about that problem.
However, even with Nicolas's help, Hertok still couldn't find Albert, because he knew nothing about Muggles and had no idea where the airport was.
He didn't even know what an airplane was called, let alone ask people about it.
Hertok regretted not adding a tracking function to the gold card.
Next time he returned to the Extraordinary Potioneers Association, he would definitely suggest they do so.
Hertok, having found nothing, had no choice but to seek help from the French Ministry of Magic, asking them to send Wizards who understood the Muggle World to assist.
By the time Hertok and the French Ministry of Magicpersonnel rushed to the Muggle airport, it was already much later.
The airplane carrying the The Anderson Family family had already taken off and returned to Britain.
Hertok became even more depressed when he confirmed that the person he was looking for had already left France; he felt this trip to France was simply terrible.
However, Hertok wasn't the only one in a bad mood; there was also an unlucky owl that had brushed past Albert.
As Albert had guessed, because Hertok used Accio near the Opéra Bastille, the blame for this was directly placed on Albert.
The Improper Use of Magic Office in Britain immediately sent Albert a warning letter.
However, when this owl flew across the English Channel, the The Anderson Family family coincidentally boarded the airplane returning to Britain.
By the time it flew over France, Albert was already on the airplane returning to Britain.
This poor letter-delivering owl immediately became miserable, because it found that its target was moving elsewhere.
This miserable owl had no choice but to find a place to catch its breath, eat something to replenish its expended energy, and prepare to fly across the English Channel again.
As a professional owl, from the moment it received the envelope, it would deliver the letter to the recipient no matter what.
Albert was unaware of these matters; he was currently studying the gold card in his hand.
As for what kind of association the Extraordinary Potioneers Association was, he truly had never heard of it and wasn't very clear.
However, since it was an association that could use gold to make gold cards, its scale must not be small; perhaps it was a famous Potion Maker organization.
Albert felt that this gold card might be unique and irreproducible, like Wizard money.
Incidentally, the owner of the gold card was named Hertok Dagworth.
As for how Albert knew?
Naturally, it was from the panel quest description.
Returning Lost Property.
You accidentally found Hertok Dagworth's gold membership card.
You should return the gold membership card to him.
Reward: 100 experience, Hertok Dagworth's favorability +10.
What a hell of a "returning lost property."
Albert temporarily ignored the quest and continued to study the runic writing on the gold card.
He always felt that if he could decipher the secrets within the runic writing on the gold card, he could make further progress in runic writing.
The airplane suddenly shook violently, probably encountering high-altitude turbulence; everyone's faces were a bit pale.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen, it's just high-altitude turbulence," Albert noticed Nia's face was very pale and quickly reached out to grab her hand, comforting her.
"It's nothing, don't worry," Herb's voice came from beside them; his face was also a bit pale, not looking fine at all.
There was nothing they could do; while airplane crashes were uncommon, if it really happened to them, their whole family would be gone together.
The flight attendant's voice sounded in the cabin, trying to calm all the passengers.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Albert calmly reassured them, "Nothing will happen."
Even if the airplane really crashed, Albert could use Apparition to take his family away before the airplane fell.
Therefore, he wasn't worried about his and his family's safety at all.
That calm voice quickly dispelled the unease in the The Anderson Family family's hearts, quickly restoring their composure.
As Albert said, it was just a false alarm.
When an airplane encounters high-altitude turbulence, bumps are inevitable.
"Aren't you scared at all?" A pale-faced woman opposite him looked at Albert in astonishment, finding it hard to believe that someone could remain calm in such a situation.
Didn't the flight attendant over there look just as pale?
"Is being scared useful?" Albert retorted, leaving her speechless.
Yes, if the airplane really crashed, being scared would still lead to death.
Not being scared was naturally because he knew he wouldn't die.
This was just a small interlude on their way home.
After landing, all the passengers on the airplane breathed a sigh of relief.
"Were you really not scared at all then?" Nia still asked the doubt in her heart.
"Not scared," Albert reached out and stroked the girl's head, smiling, "Because I knew we wouldn't die there, even if the airplane really had an accident."
"Using magic?" Nia quickly thought of the reason.
"Yes, using magic," Albert admitted.
"But you didn't bring that stick," Nia reminded him.
"That's called a wand, and not all magic requires a wand," Albert explained.
"You truly are my son, as reliable as ever," Daisy wasn't entirely sure if Albert's words were meant to reassure them, but she was still happy to hear what Albert said.
"What if the airplane fell?" Herb asked curiously.
"You should focus on driving," Albert reminded him, then thought for a moment and added, "I want to go to Grandpa Luke's house first to pick up Tom and Shera."
"Perfect, we can deliver the gifts we bought in France at the same time," Herb agreed.
The The Anderson Family family's first task upon returning to Britain became delivering gifts and picking up their family pets.
"How was France?" Luke smiled, hugging Nia, and asked Albert.
"It was alright, felt pretty good," Albert replied with a smile, "I even learned to surf at Basque Beach."
"You truly are my grandson; surfing isn't an easy thing to do."
"Albert learned it in a little while," Nia muttered, expressing doubt about Grandpa Luke's statement that it wasn't an easy thing.
"Come in, Sansa is making your favorite chocolate cake," Luke smiled, pulling both of their hands into the house.
As soon as he entered the living room, Albert saw Tomlazily sprawled on the sofa.
He quickly walked over, picked up Tom, and bounced him twice, sighing, "You've gotten fat again!"
"Meow!" Tom meowed, as if protesting Albert's words, as if saying he hadn't gotten fat.
"Tom is much better fed than before," Sansa placed a slice of chocolate cake on the dining table in front of Albert, smiling, "He looks better a bit fatter."
Albert was speechless.
"Is this what they call 'nine out of ten orange cats are fat'?" Albert reached out and scratched Tom's chin, muttering softly, "By the way, our Tom isn't an orange cat!"
"Indeed, I still need to exercise well to lose weight," Albert muttered to himself.
Tom seemed to understand his words, jumping off Albert's lap and running to Sansa's side.
Albert: "..."
Indeed, he still needed to lose weight properly.
Just then, an owl flew in through the window and dropped a letter on the cake in front of Albert.
"How about we stew it?" Albert glared at the owl with malicious eyes.
His own slice of cake hadn't even been eaten yet, and it was ruined like this?
"It looks very tired," The owl had just finished flying and landed on the table.
Nia raised her hand and poked it, asking, "Should we prepare some water and disappointment for it?"
"Don't mind it," Albert looked glumly at the letter from the Ministry of Magic.
He knew his premonition had come true, and he didn't even need to read it to know what was written inside.
Last year, he had tricked Truman, and this year he was tricked by someone else?
Was this the so-called "not that there's no retribution, but that the time hasn't come yet"?
"Whose letter is it?" Luke asked, who was currently unpacking parcels.
"Nothing, I'm going to write a reply," Albert said with a smile, "It's a good chance to let Shera fly around, so she doesn't get too fat from being fed."
Albert wrote two letters.
One was for the Ministry of Magic, explaining the Accioincident.
Since he didn't do it, Albert had no guilt at all; besides, he didn't even have his wand, so this blame couldn't be placed on him.
The other letter was to Professor Broad, talking about his trip to France, and incidentally asking about the Extraordinary Potioneers Association, complaining about the Ministry of Magic's extremely unreliable trace, and seeking his opinion.
In Albert's opinion, the Ministry of Magic would most likely ignore his reply.
After all, the Ministry of Magic was like that; he didn't have high expectations, nor did he expect the Ministry of Magic to do anything.
However, Albert planned to stir up some trouble with this incident to prove that the Ministry of Magic's tracewas extremely unreliable and prone to errors.
In the future, if he ever truly violated it,
He could use this as an excuse to prevent those people at the Ministry of Magic from bothering him.
"What, you said I used magic?"
"But I didn't bring my wand, and besides, it's not the first or second time your Ministry of Magic's trace has made a mistake.
Are you sure this isn't the Ministry of Magic's own fault this time?"