Headmaster's Office.
Harry stood by the window, gazing at the endless explosions lighting up the night sky. He turned and asked, "The battle seems to have already begun. Is it really okay for me to stay here?"
"It's fine. The protagonist usually makes his entrance at the critical moment."
Albert leisurely lifted his cup and took a sip of tea, as though whatever was happening in the castle had nothing to do with him.
"I'm not the protagonist!"
Harry stared at Albert for a moment. Once he confirmed that the man's calm composure was not an act, his expression finally started to crack. "If you're not going to help, what are we supposed to do about Voldemort?"
"Someone will keep him occupied. Well, you really don't need to worry. Voldemort will probably go to the Room of Requirement first to look for the treasure he hid there. Of course, he definitely won't find it."
Albert set down his teacup, picked up the wand lying beside him, and gave it a light wave. A very Ravenclaw-like diadem appeared out of thin air on the table.
"Will he suspect someone took the Horcrux beforehand, or did you... turn that hiding place into a complete mess?"
Harry seemed to think of something. His expression suddenly became wonderfully vivid as his gaze shifted back and forth between Albert and Dumbledore's portrait. At last, he let out a sigh. "If Voldemort finds out he's been played like a monkey, he'll probably go mad with rage!"
"No, he won't. Dumbledore is already dead, so his revenge was taken in advance." As though he had seen through Harry's thoughts, Albert muttered, "As for targeting me, it's not the first time he's wanted to kill me. Too bad he won't get another chance. Once Voldemort turns back into