"Albert, I want to talk to you."
After taking Liquid Luck, Harry went straight to Albert.
Seeing the apologetic look Harry gave them, George smiled and waved, signaling that Harry needn't mind them. Everyone was rather curious about what Harry wanted with Albert anyway.
However, the two clearly had no intention of talking here. They skirted around the large tent where everyone was celebrating, looking for somewhere they would not be disturbed.
"There shouldn't be anyone by the flowerbeds." Harry led the way.
As they passed the kitchen's open window, they found members of the Order of the Phoenix quietly discussing what might happen tonight.
The Burrow's back garden had long since fallen into neglect, filled with withered plants. Several gnomes nearby were furtively watching them.
Albert raised his wand and swept it through the air. A red spell burst overhead, scattering into a shower of light that knocked out all the surrounding gnomes.
"Isn't that a bit too cautious?"
Harry thought Albert was being overly careful, but he also knew that such caution was necessary. At the very least, it could prevent a great deal of trouble.
"All right, ask whatever you want."
"Have you found the remaining two Hor—" Noticing Albert's look, Harry immediately corrected himself. "I mean, have you found where those things are?"
"You didn't take Liquid Luck, or rather, you're trying to steer the conversation toward Liquid Luck." Albert saw through Harry's intentions with ease.
"My Liquid Luck is almost gone. Bill told me you gave them a bottle, so maybe I could buy some from you. I know you don't lack Galleons, but—"
"I do still have some Liquid Luck in reserve, but unfortunately, not now." Albert cut him off directly.
"I want to use Liquid Luck to find those things." Harry hoped that