It is not without reason that underage wizards are not easily trusted. Most students are indeed not very reliable, which has something to do with the fact that they have lived in ivory towers like Hogwarts for a long time.
When Albert returned to the shelter, the hall was filled with busy people and looked particularly lively.
In the crowd, Kingslai was directing everyone to clean up and set up the venue for the Christmas ball, and his efficiency was even higher than Albert had expected.
"Will you stay for the dinner?"
When Harry was covering the round table with a tablecloth, he happened to catch a glimpse of Albert, so he dropped his work and came over to talk to him, as if he had something on his mind that he wanted to discuss with him.
"I just came to take a look, and by the way..."
Albert walked to a Christmas tree and piled the remaining Christmas gifts in the seamless stretch bag under the tree.
“… send them some Christmas presents.”
"Christmas presents! By the way, is there one for me?" Harry asked as he picked up a Christmas present.
"Yes, two for each person. Well, there should be enough gifts left."
"That's great. They all have you to thank. Christmas without presents is unimaginable." Harry tilted his head to the side and suggested, "Shall we go over there and talk?"
As they spoke, the two of them walked out of the hall, and after passing through the corridor, they turned directly into a very remote room.
"I can control Fiendfyre," Harry said in a low voice.
"Depending on the Felicis?"
Albert was not surprised. The essence of the Fuling agent was to enhance the user's potential in all aspects.
"Yes, I took the Felicia Felicis and was able to control the Fiendfyre easily," Harry said calmly. "I practiced for a long time according to your notes, but I couldn't succeed, and then..."
"How many times have you taken Felix Felicis?" Albert asked suddenly.
"What?"
"You've taken Felicis several times," Albert repeated.
"Three or four times."
Harry couldn't quite remember, but it wasn't that many times.
He seemed to realize something and quickly explained, "The dose I took was very small, so it shouldn't happen..."
"Are you going to start the action?"
Albert asked suddenly, not paying attention to Harry's argument.
This time it was Harry's turn to remain silent, and the meaning was clear.
"It won't hurt to practice more. You only have one chance." Albert reminded, "I don't deny that the effect of the Felicis is very strong, but I don't think it can definitely help you."
"Why?"
"For you, the more powerful the wizard is, the better the effect of the felicity potion will be, and the higher the success rate will be." Albert reminded, "So, you must succeed in one go. Before that, you need to review the game in advance to avoid mistakes."
"this… "
Harry opened his mouth slightly.
"I think Albert is right. We have to be fully prepared."
Hermione's voice came from outside the room, along with Ron's.
"Harry, Sirius is looking for you," Ron said suddenly.
"What does Sirius want me to do?" Harry asked after taking a deep breath.
"He didn't say." Ron shrugged.
"Okay, I get it." Harry and Ron left.
"What's wrong?" Albert asked Hermione.
"I think Harry is seeking death." Hermione looked at Harry's departing back, turned her head to look at Albert, and said firmly, "You must know the reason, right?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I have a feeling that..."
Hermione seemed to want to say something, but for a moment she couldn't find the words to express it.
"Do you really want to know?" Albert looked into Hermione's eyes and asked calmly, "It means nothing to you or Harry, and are you really ready to bear this secret?"
"I want to know," Hermione said seriously.
"Are you sure? That may be too much for you to bear." Albert confirmed again, "Besides, I think Harry probably doesn't want you to know these secrets."
At this moment, Hermione hesitated.
"I want to know."
She said finally.
"Well, Harry is a Horcrux."
Albert's words exploded in Hermione's mind like thunder.
"How?" Hermione murmured.
"He can read the memory of the You-Know-Who." Albert reminded, "That scar probably hides a small piece of soul fragment, but that is also a Horcrux. Harry probably also realized this. If he wants to destroy the You-Know-Who..."
"So, Harry... is going to die!"
Hermione covered her face with her hands, sobbing.
"Yes, Harry will die. I think he has probably opened the Golden Snitch and found the Resurrection Stone hidden inside." Albert said softly, "So, Harry is ready to face death."
Looking at the girl who kept sobbing, Albert did not feel any guilt. After all, curiosity always comes at a price.
"That's why I said this is a burden you can't bear."
"But why did you tell me?"
"Isn't that what you want to know?" Albert asked back.
Hermione was speechless.
"You'd better not tell anyone, because it won't do any good to others." Albert reminded, "And you'd better not try to stop it, there's no point in doing that."
"Why can you say this so coldly?" Hermione looked at Albert with red eyes.
"Why? You have to ask Dumbledore, because I am only responsible for conveying the secret to him." Albert took out a handkerchief and handed it to Hermione. "Also, you are as willful as a child now. The moment you set out to find the Horcrux, you should have been prepared to die on the road."
Hermione was speechless.
"Like I said just now, you will regret it. See, you regret it." Albert said softly, "This is the weight of the truth, and you can't bear it at all. You are too fragile."
"You're so... awful," Hermione said, biting her lower lip.
"Bad? This is your own choice, isn't it?" Albert reminded, "Well, now you should pretend that you know nothing and cheer up again."
"you… "
"It's your own choice. You have to keep going even if it means crying," Albert said calmly.
"Is there really no other way?"
"have no idea."
"What's the meaning?"
"It seems that you haven't suffered enough." Albert shook his head and said, "Of course, if you want to know, I don't mind telling you."
"Then..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to listen to Albert's solution.
"Let the mysterious man kill Harry. Maybe Harry has a chance to survive." Albert said word by word. "As for how high the probability is, I don't know because no one has tried it."
Hermione stood there dumbfounded with her mouth open.
"Are you going to tell Harry?" Albert seemed to see through Hermione's thoughts and reminded her, "I suggest you not do that. Of course, you can also tell Harry about this. That's your own choice."
"This is all Dumbledore..."
"Yes, Dumbledore's plan." Albert said with a smile, "Does it subvert your understanding of Dumbledore a little?"
“So, sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.”
"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron didn't see Hermione in the hall, so he came over.
"Nothing, we were just talking about some sad things." Hermione lied, "My family will probably never come back to England."
"Don't worry, you still have me and Harry," Ron comforted.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione stuffed the handkerchief back into her pocket and left with Ron.
"Women!"
Albert shook his head and walked towards the hall.