It is not easy for people to trust underage wizards, and it is not without reason. Most students are indeed not very trustworthy. This has something to do with the fact that they have lived in an ivory tower like Hogwarts for a long time.
When Albert returned to the shelter, the hall was full of busy people and looked particularly lively.
Among the crowd, Kingsley was instructing everyone to clean up and arrange the Christmas ball, and the efficiency was higher than Albert expected.
"Are you staying for the dinner later?"
When Harry was covering the round table with a tablecloth, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Albert. He left his work and came over to talk to him, as if he had something on his mind that he wanted to talk to him about.
"I'll just come over and take a look, by the way..."
Albert walked to a Christmas tree and piled the remaining Christmas gifts in the seamless stretch bags under the tree.
"...give them some Christmas gifts."
"It's a Christmas gift! By the way, is there a piece for me?" Harry asked as he picked up a Christmas gift.
"Yes, two for each person. Well, the remaining gifts should be enough to share."
"That's great. They all have to thank you. Christmas without receiving Christmas gifts is simply unimaginable." Harry tilted his head to the side and suggested, "Shall we go over there and have a chat?"
With that said, the two of them walked out of the hall. After passing through the corridor, they turned directly into a very remote room.
"I can control my anger now," Harry said in a low voice.
"Relying on Felixir?"
Albert is not surprised. The essence of Fuling Elixir is to improve the user's potential abilities in all aspects.
"Yes, I took the Fuling Elixir and controlled Li Huo easily." Harry said calmly, "I practiced according to your notes for a long time, but I never succeeded, and then..."
"How many times have you taken Felixir?" Albert suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Have you taken Felixir several times?" Albert repeated.
"Three or four times, maybe."
Harry didn't really remember it, it wasn't that many times anyway.
He seemed to realize something and quickly explained, "The dose I took is very small, so it shouldn't happen..."
"Are you planning to take action?"
Albert didn't pay attention to Harry's argument and asked suddenly.
Harry remained silent this time, and the meaning was obvious.
"It never hurts to practice more. You only have one chance." Albert reminded, "I don't deny that the effect of the Spiritual Elixir is very strong, but I don't think it will definitely help you."
"Why?"
"For you, the more powerful the wizard is, the more effective the elixir is, and the higher the success rate." Albert reminded, "So, you must succeed in one go. Before that, you need to advance
Review to avoid mistakes during the period."
"this……"
Harry opened his mouth slightly.
"I think Albert is right, we have to be fully prepared."
Hermione's voice sounded from outside the room, along with Ron.
"Harry, Sirius is looking for you." Ron said suddenly.
"What does Sirius want with me?" Harry took a deep breath and asked.
"He didn't say." Ron shrugged.
"Okay, I understand." Harry and Ron left.
"What's wrong?" Albert asked Hermione.
"I think Harry is seeking death." Hermione looked at Harry's leaving figure, looked sideways at Albert, and said firmly, "You must know the reason, right?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I have a hunch, anyway..."
Hermione seemed to want to say something, but couldn't express it in words for a while.
"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's probably a burden you can't bear." Albert confirmed again, "Besides, I think Harry probably doesn't want you to know these secrets."
At this moment, Hermione hesitated.
"I would like to know."
she finally said.
"Well, Harry is a Horcrux."
Albert's words exploded in Hermione's mind like thunder.
"How could that be?" Hermione murmured.
"He can read the memory of the mysterious man." Albert reminded, "That scar probably hides a small piece of soul fragment, but it is also a Horcrux. Harry is probably aware of this. If he wants to eliminate it,
The words of the mysterious man..."
"So, Harry...will die!"
Hermione covered her face with her hands and was already 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 sobbing girl, Albert didn't feel any guilt. After all, curiosity has to pay a price.
"That's why I said this is a burden you can't bear."
"But why did you tell me."
"Isn't it what you want to know?" Albert asked.
Hermione was immediately speechless.
"You'd better not tell anyone, because it won't do any good to other people." Albert reminded, "And you'd better not try to stop it, because there is no point in doing so."
"Why can you say these words so coldly?" Hermione looked at Albert with red eyes.
"Why, you have to ask Dumbledore about this, because I am only responsible for helping him convey this secret." Albert took out a handkerchief and handed it to Hermione, "Also, you are as willful as a child now. Before you
The moment you set out to search for Horcruxes, you should have been prepared to die on the road."
Hermione was speechless.
"Like I just said, you will regret it. Look, 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 are so... mean." Hermione bit her lower lip and said.
"Bad? This is your own choice, isn't it?" Albert reminded, "Okay, now you should pretend you don't know anything and then cheer up again."
"you……"
"It's your own choice. Even if you have tears in your eyes, you have to keep going." Albert said calmly.
"Is there really no other way?"
"have no idea."
"What's the meaning?"
"It seems that you haven't suffered enough yet." 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, but 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 with her mouth wide open, stupidly.
"Are you going to tell Harry?" Albert seemed to have read through Hermione's mind and reminded, "I suggest you not to do that. Of course, you can also tell Harry about it. That is your own choice."
"This is all Dumbledore..."
"Yes, Dumbledore's plan." Albert said with a smile, "Didn't it subvert your understanding of Dumbledore a bit?"
"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 looked for her.
"It's nothing, we were just chatting about some sad things." Hermione lied a little, "My family will probably never come back to England again."
"Don't worry, you still have me and Harry." Ron comforted.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione put the handkerchief back into her pocket and left with Ron.
"Woman!"
Albert shook his head and walked towards the hall.