Having found comfort with Isabelle, Albert was no longer restless over the dangers he might face in the third task.
Because he knew he could not fail. Since he could not fail, the one who ought to be anxious was not Albert, but Fake Moody—or rather, Barty Crouch Jr.
"Looks like you've had a pretty good few days."
Whether it was Fred, George, or Lee Jordan, they could all clearly sense Albert's steady aura. This was the Albert they knew: confident and composed, as though everything were under control. The reassuring Albert had returned.
"How did the exams go?"
Albert took an empty seat beside the three of them, fixed himself breakfast, and casually found a topic for conversation.
"The two next to you have completely given up. I'd bet they'll fail every single one of their final exams." Lee Jordan complained in disgust, muttering, "And they still have the nerve to mock other people for being nervous about exams. Professor McGonagall should make them repeat a year."
"Hogwarts rarely has cases of students repeating a year." Fred and George exchanged glances, looking utterly unconcerned.
"At worst, we won't get our Ultimate Wizard Exam certificates. Besides... we already have our O.W.L. certificates."
The Weasley twins soon lost their swagger when Professor McGonagall glared at them in displeasure. The girls nearby covered their mouths and giggled at the sight.
"Anderson, after the champions finish breakfast, gather in the meeting room beside the Great Hall." Professor McGonagall came over to inform Albert that the champions' families had been invited to watch the final.
"Did they Apparate here?" Albert frowned. "I hope wizarding travel didn't make them uncomfortable."
"Don't worry, they're fine," Professor McGonagall reassured him.
"I'll go over once I'm done eating."
After Professor McGonagall walked away, Albert said to Fred, George,