Seeing what had happened while he had been away from England, Albert could not help but marvel at how The Dark Lord had learned to play dirty too, becoming even more sinister than before.
The current changes seemed to have been caused by the butterfly effect of his own fluttering wings.
Then again, anyone who got beaten up repeatedly without dying would learn to be more cautious.
It was not hard to understand why Voldemort had become "smarter" after taking so many beatings.
After all, Voldemort had once relied more on his own power to intimidate enemies and subordinates than on using his brain.
Though Voldemort truly lacked wisdom in certain respects, that did not mean he was stupid.
"It seems that defeating the Dark Lord has become considerably harder without anyone noticing," Albert murmured. "Still, the current situation is not too bad. Judging by Harry, Hermione, and Ron's reactions, they are no longer what they once were."
As for Harry, Hermione, and Ron stubbornly heading to Godric's Hollow, he was not surprised.
That was where Harry had been born, where his family had died. It was only natural that Harry would want to visit and pay his respects at their graves. Besides, Bathilda Bagshot lived there, and she knew many of Dumbledore's secrets.
"Missing?"
Albert set down Sirius Black's letter, rose to open the window, and took out his wand to summon a Patronus and send Sirius Black a message.
Harry and the other two were perfectly safe. They had not gone missing, as Sirius Black claimed.
Of course, Albert understood the Order of the Phoenix's concerns. After the trio went to Godric's Hollow, a large number of Death Eaters appeared near Order headquarters. Anyone with half a brain could guess what had happened, so it was perfectly normal