After the effects of the Liquid Luck had completely worn off, Harry felt hollow inside. The sudden loss of strength felt truly awful.
Even following Albert's guidance and doing his utmost to control the Devil's Fire before him, Harry still could not stop it from spiraling out of control.
Watching the demonic flames gradually swell before him, Harry roared inwardly. Yet he never once considered turning and fleeing. He was still trying to control the flames before him, using them to squeeze out his own potential.
Harry trusted Albert. He trusted that Albert would ensure his safety.
He also knew full well that he did not have much time, especially now that the Liquid Luck had worn off. The insight into controlling Devil's Fire that he had gained through the potion would soon fade away completely as well.
He had to seize this opportunity and gain the greatest possible benefit from it, rather than waste the Liquid Luck he had just taken.
Although the Devil's Fire showed no obvious signs of being controlled, everyone present could clearly sense that, in that brief instant, the flames had paused for a moment. That was something Harry had never managed before.
Just as the Devil's Fire spread rapidly and was about to engulf Harry, the mass of flames began to shrivel like a deflating balloon. In the blink of an eye, an invisible force compressed it into a wisp of black candle flame, which looked safe and harmless.
"Very good. It seems you did not gain nothing after all. Remember that feeling just now. You're one step closer to mastering the Fiendfyre Curse." Albert gave Harry's shoulder an encouraging pat as he spoke words of comfort.
Yet Harry did not look comforted in the slightest. Panting heavily, he stared fixedly at the candle-sized