As June 24 drew closer, Albert's nerves began to tighten. Unlike The Boy Who Lived, Potter, who was gradually growing more confident, Albert was not particularly interested in the Triwizard Tournament's third task. More accurately, he had no interest in risking his life to explore a maze.
Even though Albert knew that dealing with Fake Moody during the third task would bring him a great deal of profit, gains were often proportional to the rewards. To complete the task on the panel, he needed to risk his life against a dangerous Death Eater.
After all, everyone was equal before Avada Kedavra.
Perhaps because he now possessed so many things he had never had in his previous life, along with a cheat-enabled life, Albert was afraid of losing everything he had now.
He realized that he was actually more nervous than when he had faced the Basilisk and other dangers years ago. And yet, he was far better prepared now than he had been back then.
Perhaps seeking wealth amid danger no longer suited him. Playing it safe suits me better now!
Albert had mocked himself more than once in the depths of his heart. Being sorted into Gryffindor was rather laughable, because he was not a brave person.
At least, Albert had never considered himself particularly courageous.
Although Albert had not shown the slightest sign of nervousness from beginning to end, the fact that he had been constantly reviewing his plans since June began showed just how anxious he truly was.
Although the outcome of the third task would most likely proceed according to Albert's original plan, he was still making more thorough preparations to ensure that he could escape unscathed if necessary.
Albert suddenly understood why so many people feared death.
Perhaps there were some things they simply could