Headmaster's office.
Harry stood by the window, gazing at the unbroken chain of explosions in the night sky. He turned and asked, "It looks like the battle has already begun. Is it really okay for me to keep staying here?"
"It's fine. The protagonist usually makes an entrance at the critical moment."
Albert leisurely lifted his cup and took a sip of tea, as though what was happening in the castle had nothing to do with him.
"I'm not the protagonist!"
Harry stared at Albert's face for a moment. Once he was sure the other's calm composure was not an act, he finally could not keep his expression together. "What about Voldemort if you don't go help?"
"Someone will keep him occupied. Well, you really don't need to worry. Voldemort will probably head to the Room of Requirement first to look for the treasure he hid there. Of course, he definitely won't find it."
Albert set down his teacup, picked up the wand lying beside him, and gave it a light wave. A very Ravenclaw-style diadem appeared out of thin air on the table.
"Will he suspect someone took the Horcrux beforehand, or did you turn that hiding place into a complete mess?"
Harry seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly became particularly vivid. His gaze shifted back and forth between Albert and Dumbledore's portrait before he finally sighed. "If Voldemort learns that someone has been playing him like a monkey, he'll probably be furious enough to go mad!"
"He won't. Dumbledore is already dead, so his vengeance has been taken in advance." Albert seemed to see through Harry's thoughts as he muttered to himself. "As for setting his sights on me, this isn't the first time he's wanted to kill me. Unfortunately for him, he has no