Albert felt he should seize this opportunity to have a proper talk with Dumbledore, and perhaps find a way to have the headmaster clear up some of his doubts.
In the past, he had avoided too much contact with Dumbledore entirely because his Occlumency was not yet good enough, and he had not wanted to reveal his magical attainments too early. But things were different now. He was already an adult and had won so many international awards. Dumbledore surely knew something about him by now and bore him no ill will. They should be able to communicate properly.
Of course, most importantly, Dumbledore might be dead in a few years.
Honestly, Albert had always felt that when legendary figures like Nicholas Flamel and Dumbledore died and took all their knowledge and techniques into the grave with them, it was an utterly extravagant waste. Much of the knowledge and techniques they possessed had failed to be passed down, and the magical world's overall standard of magic had directly declined a level with their deaths.
Before heading to the Headmaster's office, Albert did not forget to pull out his notebook and review the notes inside. These were the questions he had organized over the past few days, which he intended to have Dumbledore answer during this meeting.
The thought of using the headmaster as a useful tool made Albert's lips curl in pleasure. He quickened his pace, followed the eighth-floor corridor, and arrived before the stone gargoyle.
"Cockroach Clusters," Albert said, giving the password.
The stone gargoyle immediately leapt aside, and the wall behind it split neatly in two, revealing the spiral staircase hidden beyond.
Albert stepped onto it and rode the magical version of an elevator to the door of the Headmaster's office. He raised his hand and lightly knocked