"I have to admit, beautiful love is always fascinating."
Standing on the beach that had just endured Fiendfyre, Albert turned with a smile to look at Ron and Hermione, who were watching from nearby. Then he faced Harry beside him again. "But Potter, I must remind you: if you're not mentally prepared yet, don't come looking for me. It'll only waste both our valuable time."
Harry opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
In the end, he lowered his head, looking rather dejected.
Harry knew he was wasting time too, but he still could not let go of his relationship with Ginny.
"What should I do now?"
He muttered to himself, as though asking Albert, but also as though asking himself.
"You'll have to ask yourself that. No one else can give you much useful advice."
With that, Albert waved at Hermione and Ron in the distance, signaling that they could come over.
"Today's practice is over."
His gaze swept over the three of them before finally settling on the only girl. "Hermione did well. She's already starting to grasp the trick to the counterspell, but you still can't let your guard down. Especially when you truly face the worst-case scenario, you absolutely must not panic. Once you panic, mistakes become easy to make, and mistakes in that kind of situation are undoubtedly fatal."
"Though you'll probably take Liquid Luck by then, that stuff isn't omnipotent. Otherwise, we would have stuffed The Dark Lord back into his coffin long ago." Albert summed up the day's training for them.
After praising Hermione, he turned his attention to the red-haired boy beside her.
"You don't seem very invested in practicing the counterspell for the Fiendfyre Curse?"
"I'm just not very good at counterspells."
The moment