At that moment, the empty Headmaster's office received an uninvited guest. The stone gargoyle guarding the entrance outside could not stop him at all and was easily dealt with by a Confundus Charm.
"Harry has come to Hogwarts looking for Ravenclaw's Diadem."
Standing before the Headmaster's desk, Albert looked up at the sleeping old man in the portrait.
"You told him?"
Dumbledore's portrait opened his eyes. Looking at Albert before him, he guessed why the other had come.
"What are you going to do?" Albert asked directly.
Dumbledore's portrait murmured, "How rare. You actually hesitated. I thought..."
"You're already dead, so naturally you have nothing to worry about."
Albert winked at the portraits of former headmasters, who had opened their eyes and pricked up their ears to eavesdrop, then raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.
"The situation in the British wizarding world is worse than I expected, and The Dark Lord has become harder to deal with too."
"You pushed Voldemort too hard." Dumbledore understood the reason perfectly well.
"Perhaps." Albert neither confirmed nor denied it. "But war is not a dinner party. People die."
"Not a dinner party?"
Dumbledore heard Albert's mockery and dissatisfaction in those words, but he could not deny that they were right.
"You can't expect a single Boy Who Lived to solve everything."
"You seem very dissatisfied with the current situation. Did something happen?"
Dumbledore was surprised by Albert's reaction. The other did not seem to have come to discuss matters with him, but rather to complain—about the decisions made back then, about Dumbledore dying so early, and about him dumping most of the burden on Albert.
"Harry Potter isn't an idiot. I believe it won't be long before he guesses The Grey Lady's true identity." Albert reminded him, "Perhaps The