Fred and George had not lied. Albert had indeed not been slacking off; he was teaching Harry the Fiendfyre Curse and how to avoid being burned to death when Fiendfyre backfired on him.
Actually, if possible, Albert would have preferred to help out at the association headquarters rather than waste time here with Harry.
That was right.
In Albert's eyes, teaching Harry the Fiendfyre Curse was a waste of time.
The Boy Who Lived had little talent for Dark magic.
Even after learning how to cast the Fiendfyre Curse, he still could not master it, only able to watch the damned magical fire spiral out of control before him.
If Albert had not been there, Harry would have been burned to death by his own Fiendfyre countless times already.
"It's really hard."
After failing once again, Harry sighed helplessly.
"I know the Fiendfyre Curse is somewhat difficult, but if you truly want to master it, you need to put more thought into it. I've told you that many times already."
Watching Harry hang his head in dejection, Albert said softly, "Generally speaking, as long as their magical power is not lacking and their wand is not an exceptionally poor match, most wizards can master the majority of Charms through their own efforts."
As he spoke, Albert scrutinized Harry from head to toe. "As far as I know, your magical power isn't weak. The reason you can't control the Fiendfyre Curse is partly an issue with your own mindset."
"Um..."
Harry hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he did not dare tell Albert that his highest hope was merely to master the Fiendfyre Curse while under the effects of Liquid Luck.
"I know what you're thinking, but I must remind you that Liquid Luck's effects are limited too. If