Harry nodded, choking back sobs.
He stuffed the Invisibility Cloak into Hermione's hands, then glanced at the Time-Turner hanging on his chest, his gaze going unfocused for a moment.
"How should I deal with this Time-Turner, Professor Dumbledore?"
Harry leaned close to Dumbledore's ear and whispered, once again seeking the wisdom of the greatest wizard of the age.
"It isn't the one Professor Breen gave me—"
"I see—"
Dumbledore's wheezing paused. He stared at the Time-Turner stained with Harry's blood for several seconds, then lifted his head and looked around at the wizards in the bar, seemingly searching for someone suitable to entrust it to.
But in the end, he named no one.
"I'll keep it. It's troublesome—"
Dumbledore said softly.
"I can take it into the grave with me."
Harry showed resistance. He knew what Dumbledore meant by troublesome.
Sooner or later, someone—perhaps Delphi—would pry open his grave for this Time-Turner.
But at the same time, Harry knew Dumbledore's decision was wise.
They had to ensure the Time-Turner's safety for the future to exist and for time not to be thrown into chaos.
No matter how greedy, no grave robber would dare disturb Albus Dumbledore's rest—except Delphi.
"That settles it, Harry—"
Without waiting for Harry to speak, Dumbledore took the Time-Turner from his hand and tremblingly tucked it into his robes.
Several Ministry of Magic wizards present remained silent.
"Gellert—"
Dumbledore called.
Grindelwald, who was supporting Dumbledore's other hand, silently nodded. He raised the wand in his left hand and waved it at Harry and Dumbledore. Then the two of them floated into the air.
Considering Dumbledore's current condition, they did not travel quickly across the wilderness.
Compared with the past, things were now exactly reversed.
Late at night, Hogsmeade was brightly lit and packed with people, while Hogwarts