"I had to admit, beautiful love was always fascinating."
Standing on the beach that had just been scorched by Fiendfyre, Albert turned his head with a smile toward Ron and Hermione, who were watching from nearby. Then he turned back to Harry beside him. "But Potter, I must remind you: if you're not mentally prepared, don't come looking for me. You'll only waste both our valuable time."
Harry opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to say something but held back.
In the end, he lowered his head, seeming rather dejected.
Harry knew he was wasting time too. He simply still couldn't let go of his relationship with Ginny.
"What should I do now?"
He muttered to himself, as though asking Albert, and also asking himself.
"You'll have to ask yourself that. No one else can give you very good advice."
With that, Albert waved toward Hermione and Ron in the distance, signaling that they could come over.
"Today's practice is over."
His gaze swept over the three of them before finally settling on the only girl. "Hermione did well. You've begun to grasp the knack of countering the spell, but you still can't let up. Especially when you truly face the worst possible situation, you absolutely must not panic. Panic makes mistakes likely, and a mistake under those circumstances would undoubtedly be fatal."
"Though you'll probably take Felix Felicis when the time comes, that stuff isn't all-powerful. Otherwise, we'd have stuffed Lord Voldemort back into his coffin long ago." Albert summed up the day's training for them.
After praising Hermione, he turned his attention to the red-haired boy beside her.
"You don't seem very invested in practicing the counterspell for the Fiendfyre Curse?"
"I'm just not very good at counterspells."
When Ron met Albert's gaze, he quickly looked