no way.
It's because they are still speculating and pondering the whereabouts of the remaining two Horcruxes.
As for the important task of destroying the Horcrux, it was an almost impossible task for Harry at the moment.
After all, the enemy is the famous Dark Lord, and he is just Potter, Harry Potter.
What's more, how could Voldemort easily let others know his fatal weakness
Harry had thought more than once that he might need to spend several years, or even longer, searching for the whereabouts of the Horcrux, and he might even have to be prepared that he would never find the Horcrux until his death.
The thought of that terrible situation made Harry feel inexplicably anxious and fearful.
He really couldn't imagine what Britain would be like under Voldemort's control, and how they would struggle to survive under the pursuit of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Once time has passed, will you be able to continue to persevere
Would Ron and Hermione be willing to continue searching for Horcruxes with him
What if they get tired of living like that
Harry dreaded to think what it would be like to be left alone searching for the Horcruxes.
Although he had already made up his mind to use his remaining time to destroy Voldemort, he actually didn't know whether he could hold on.
One year, two years, or even longer.
Could he hold on? Harry didn't really know.
Although Albert once said that the Second Wizarding War would not last long, Harry had no confidence that he could find the Horcrux in a short period of time.
"Don't worry Harry, it certainly can't get any worse than it already is."
Noticing the change in Harry's expression, Hermione comforted him softly, "Even if we really can't find the two Horcruxes, Albert will definitely provide help, so there is no need to worry, just go for it!"
"I know what to do."
Harry nodded slightly to Ron and Hermione. He knew very well that worrying too much would only limit his own actions.
"It would be nice if Anderson could just give us help directly."
Ron felt that with Albert's help, they might be able to solve Voldemort's Horcrux problem within a year, and push Voldemort back into the coffin, nail the coffin lid shut, so that he would never have a chance to revive and crawl out again.
"Stop daydreaming." Hermione laughed at Ron's childish thoughts.
If Albert could really find the Horcrux, there would be no need for them to worry here. He would probably have destroyed the Horcrux and killed the mysterious man at the same time.
"I didn't say..." Ron wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Harry.
"I know what you mean, but Albert has his own things to do. There is no way he can take us to find the Horcruxes. Besides, he is too dazzling and it will easily attract Voldemort's attention." Harry did not expect Albert to take them to find the Horcruxes. He knew very well that they were the most suitable ones because they had no sense of existence and would not attract Voldemort's special attention.
Harry actually knew that Albert had been helping them.
"The current headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix also has the relics left to us by Dumbledore." Hermione reminded, "It's just that many people subconsciously ignore it."
Ron opened his mouth slightly, unable to refute at all.
"What do you think Dumbledore left for me in the Golden Snitch?" Harry quickly changed the subject to avoid embarrassing Ron.
After saying that, he took out the Golden Snitch that Dumbledore had left for him from his transformed lizard skin bag.
"I remember Albert said that it's pointless for you to open the Golden Snitch now." Hermione took the Golden Snitch from Harry, examined it carefully, and handed it to Ron next to her.
"Maybe it's some secret weapon to deal with the mysterious man, to be used at the critical moment." Ron took it from Hermione, shook it, and when there was no sound, he returned the Golden Snitch to Harry.
Harry took the Golden Snitch from Ron, played with it gently in his hand, and thought about various possibilities. The Golden Snitch was so small that it really couldn't hold anything too big.
"But Ron is right, maybe this is a secret weapon prepared for me." Harry knew very well that even if the Horcruxes were destroyed, someone would need to kill Voldemort.
Under normal circumstances, if he dueled with Voldemort, he would definitely be seeking death, but there were also unusual circumstances.
"Definitely not. I really can't imagine any little thing that can help you kill the You-Know-Who." Hermione suggested, "If you really want to know, you can ask Albert directly. That would be faster and you don't need to spend brain cells thinking about these questions."
Harry didn't respond, and suddenly asked, "I remember you said that the Golden Snitch can recognize the first person who touches it with his hands."
"Yes, before the Golden Snitch was released, it was not touched by bare skin, not even by its maker. They all wore gloves to prevent disputes when catching the ball." Hermione nodded and said, "I dare say Dumbledore must have cast a spell on this Golden Snitch, allowing her..."
"What were Dumbledore's last words to us?" Harry vaguely grasped something and continued to ask.
Hermione took out a notebook from her handbag, turned to a certain page and read out the contents of the notebook: "I leave this to Harry James Potter: the Golden Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill."
"First Quidditch match?" Harry repeated in a low voice. "I remember..."
"You almost swallowed the Golden Snitch!" Ron finished excitedly for Harry.
"Yes, the first thing that touched the Golden Snitch was not the hand, but..." Harry said as he put the Golden Snitch to his mouth and kissed it, but the Golden Snitch still did not respond.
This couldn't help but make Harry feel frustrated, disappointed and depressed.
"No, look Harry, there are words on the Golden Snitch." Hermione exclaimed in surprise.
"What!"
Harry and Ron immediately came to Hermione's side, and they found that there were words engraved on the smooth surface of the Golden Snitch. It was Dumbledore's handwriting: I will open it when I am finished.
"I open it at the end... open it at the end?" Harry repeated, looking sideways at Hermione and Ron. "Do you know what this means?"
Both of them shook their heads, looking confused.
"What a bunch of bad-tempered guys, always like to play charades with others." Harry couldn't help complaining.
"This is probably what Albert meant by the timing is not right yet!" Hermione felt that it was not that Albert did not want to tell them, but that it was not appropriate.
"What if the time comes and I still can't guess how to open it?" Harry complained, "Will Albert tell me how to open it?"
"Maybe, probably..."
Hermione and Ron looked at each other; they also hated the Riddler.
"Well, I believe that the relics Dumbledore left us all have their uses." Harry picked up The Tales of Beedle the Bard on the table and turned to Hermione and asked, "Have you finished translating the story of the three brothers? Is there any difference from the version told by others?"
“It’s a little different, but the content is pretty much the same.”
Recently, the three of them have also collected several versions of the "Story of the Three Brothers."
"I remember Albert said..."
“This story is true.”
"What do you think Dumbledore wanted to tell us through The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" Harry looked at Hermione and Ron. He didn't know much about wizard fairy tales. "Tell me about it. Maybe we can understand the real meaning of Dumbledore's book."