The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"What, are you worried?"

Late at night, Isobel, wearing a thick cloak, pushed open the door of the cabin and walked onto the deck that was darkened by the night. Her eyes fell on the back of the man fishing alone in the sea breeze under the oil lamp. She knew that Albert was worried every time. They would go to the deck alone to enjoy the breeze, fish, and think about how to solve problems.

"Kind of."

Albert asked Isobel to sit next to him.

"If you don't mind..."

Isobel sat down

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