The next day, when the three of them were alone, Harry told Hermione and Ron about his discussion with Dumbledore the previous night.
Seeing the two of them holding their breath in nervous shock, Harry somehow felt like laughing, and the irritation he had been bottling up eased.
"So, the Horcruxes..."
Ron had barely started before Harry cut him off.
"That thing," Harry corrected.
"So... there are only two of those things left."
"Even in the worst-case scenario, Harry might only need to find one?" Hermione had not forgotten that Harry had told them Dumbledore would take him to find a Horcrux.
"I don't know. There's still one unknown. It's probably a Gryffindor treasure, or Ravenclaw's Diadem."
Harry folded up the Marauder's Map and walked back and forth three times beside the wall opposite the tapestry of Troll Bashing Barnabus, only to find that the door to the Room of Requirement would not open again.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"It's been refusing to open a lot lately," Harry said with a frown.
"Maybe a couple's having a date in there. I remember Albert used to go on dates here all the time." Hermione did not think it was strange.
"I have a strange feeling!"
Harry stared at the tightly shut door. He could not explain it, but he felt there was something wrong inside.
"What do you have a feeling about?" Ron asked curiously.
"I don't know." Harry shook his head.
"I think Hermione's right. A couple probably came here for a date. If it were me, I'd probably choose this place for one too." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. "Have you been under too much pressure lately?"
Harry secretly glanced at Ron. He knew the guy had probably read Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches too many