"That should do it!"
Albert lowered his wand and looked down at the Dark wizard he had just taken out. After pulling the Marauder's Map from his pocket to make sure there were no fish that had slipped through the net nearby, he headed down the stairs and out of the building toward the shelter a hundred meters away.
Albert rarely visited the shelter.
If possible, he did not want to come here and make trouble for himself, nor did he want to deal with that group of people who only wanted to cling to life. There was no point in it. He had never liked listening to other people's nagging and complaints, much less seeing that ungrateful lot.
However, in order to destroy the final Horcrux, Albert had to come here and meet the two goblins who had once worked for Gringotts.
After Bellatrix was thrown into an asylum, he was not sure whether Voldemort would move Hufflepuff's Cup from the Gringotts vault.
Though the possibility was low, he needed to prepare for the worst.
Especially now that the main Lestrange line was dead—would the Lestrange family estate be inherited by some other branch of the family?
The Lestrange family did have other branches, though those branches did not bear the Lestrange name.
Albert did not know whether they had inheritance rights, but to keep Hufflepuff's Cup from vanishing right under his nose, he felt he ought to take precautions and avoid any accidents at the final crucial moment.
It was not that Albert did not trust Harry Potter, blessed as he was with the protagonist's halo. Voldemort's death concerned the peace of the British magical world, Albert's own interests, and even his future plans.
If they failed to destroy every Horcrux and could not kill Voldemort for good,