"Still not resting?"
After a few light knocks on the study door, Isabelle, wearing a bathrobe, pushed it open and entered. She set the freshly warmed milk on the desk in front of Albert, her gaze sweeping over the parchment on the desk before settling on Albert's face as he read intently.
"You go to bed first," Albert said softly. "I still have something to do."
"You could go to sleep first, then use the Time-Turner to come back and deal with it after you wake up." Isabelle bent down, wrapped her arms around Albert's neck, and kissed his cheek. "It won't delay your work anyway."
"All right, you're right."
As though truly persuaded, Albert picked up the cup and drained the milk in one gulp before getting up and going to bed.
Not long after Albert left, the parchment spread flat across the desk suddenly filled with countless ink dots, outlining a map. Upon it appeared a familiar name: Tom Riddle.
Soon afterward, the study door was pushed open again. A figure approached the desk and looked down at the map, their gaze resting on the ink dot named Tom Riddle. "I hope you like this gift, Tom," they murmured.
"Meow!"
Fat Cat Tom gave a soft cry and sprawled directly across the map in front of Albert.
"I wasn't talking about you."
Albert reached out and moved Tom's tail aside.
At that moment, heavy snow was falling at the location shown on the map. Since nightfall, there had been no sign of the blizzard weakening.
A cloaked figure appeared without warning. Ignoring the wind and snow around him, he strode toward the distance and eventually stopped in front of an unremarkable house.
"I finally found you. You really made me..."
Voldemort muttered as he raised his wand. The