At that moment, the empty Headmaster's Office received an uninvited guest. The stone statue guarding the entrance outside could not stop him at all and was easily dealt with by a Confundus Charm.
"Harry has come to Hogwarts to look for Ravenclaw's Diadem."
Standing before the Headmaster's desk, Albert looked up at the sleeping old man in the portrait.
"You told him?"
Dumbledore's portrait opened his eyes. Looking at Albert before him, he guessed why the other had come.
"What do you plan to do?" Albert asked directly.
Dumbledore's portrait murmured, "How unusual. You actually hesitated. I thought..."
"You're already dead, so naturally you have nothing to worry about."
Albert winked at the portraits of former Headmasters, who had opened their eyes and perked up their ears to listen, then raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.
"The situation in the British magical world is worse than I expected. And Lord Voldemort has become even more troublesome."
"You've pushed Voldemort too hard." Dumbledore knew the reason well.
"Perhaps." Albert neither confirmed nor denied it. "But war is not a dinner party. People die."
"Not a dinner party?"
Dumbledore heard Albert's sarcasm and displeasure in those words, but he did not deny that they were true.
"You can't expect a single Chosen One to solve everything."
"You seem very dissatisfied with the current situation. Did something happen?"
Dumbledore was surprised by Albert's reaction. He did not seem to have come to discuss matters with him so much as complain—to complain about the decisions made back then, about Dumbledore dying so early, and about him throwing most of the burden onto Albert.
"Harry Potter is no fool. I believe it won't be long before he guesses the Grey Lady's true identity." Albert reminded him, "Perhaps the Grey Lady agreed