A Gift from N.F.

After seeing Hermione and Ron off, Albert also prepared to visit the Room of Requirement.

As soon as he arrived at the Common Room, a girl carrying a package hurriedly ran towards Albert, handed it to him, and stammered, "Ann... Anderson, your owl."

The moment her eyes met Albert's, she blushed deeply.

Albert noticed that a gray owl was following the girl, like a dutiful postman watching a package be delivered to its recipient.

"Thank you." Albert quickly reached out and took the package, glancing at the sender: N. F.

"And you, thank you for your hard work." Albert smiled, squatted down, and reached out to pat the owl's head.

"Wait a mininute."

Seeing the owl preparing to leave, Albert quickly called it back.

I hurriedly ran upstairs to prepare some water and owl nuts for the owl. This guy just flew over from France, which is no easy feat.

The gray owl let out a grateful cry and began to eat nuts, looking quite tired.

Albert hurriedly went to the Room of Requirement after sending it away.

"It's rare for you to be late."

Beside the burning fireplace, Isobel put down the book in her hand and looked at Albert had just entered the Room of Requirement.

"Sorry, I ran into a little trouble."

Since announcing their relationship, Katrina has stopped coming to be a third wheel, and this place has practically become their dating spot.

Albert walked over to Isobel and placed the package on the small round table.

"Who is N. F?" Isobel asked, glancing at the sender of the package.

Nicolas Flamel.

Albert took his wand from his pocket, slid it lightly across the package, and used Cutting Curse to cut open the outer wrapping paper, revealing the exquisite metal box inside.

"What's this?"

"I asked Nicolas Flamel to make something for me."

Albert reached out and pressed on the metal box, which slowly unfolded to reveal two pairs of gold-rimmed glasses and a letter for Albert inside.

"You're nearsighted?" Isobel picked up the gold-rimmed glasses in surprise, wondering why Albert had specifically asked that person to make two pairs of glasses for him.

"These are for you; they're flat-framed glasses." Albert picked up the glasses and put them on Isobel, looking him up and down before nodding and saying, "They look very good."

"What's it for?" Isobel asked, putting the glasses on Albert's head.

"Weaken the curse," Albert said without hesitation.

"Weakening the curse?"

Isobel frowned slightly. "What happened?"

"Yes, some bad things have indeed happened." After considering it carefully, Albert nodded and said, "Do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"It's related to Chamber of Secrets?" Isobel thought carefully. "It's said that it's just a rumor. Could the legend of the Chamber of Secrets be true?"

"Well, this story should start from last semester." Albert spoke of the Prophecy at the end of last semester, Harry Potter's summer adventures, and the Prophecy he had just given to Hermione Granger, while also incorporating his own speculations.

"So, you believe the monster hidden in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is the Basilisk?" Isobel frowned, processing the information Albert provided. "Fifty years ago, the student who was killed was Moaning Myrtle in the second-floor washroom?"

"I asked Myrtle, and she didn't know how she died either," Albert recalled. "According to Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, 'I only remember seeing a pair of huge, frightening yellow eyes. My whole body felt like it was being grabbed, and then I floated away...'"

"Slytherin is a Parseltongue, he can control snakes, and the Basilisk is also a snake." Isobel understood the purpose of the glasses. "The Basilisk's gaze can kill, just as deadly as the cry of the Mandrakes. Your thinking is correct, a weakened Mandrakes can only knock people unconscious, and a weakened Basilisk's gaze is not so deadly, and probably cannot kill people instantly, but it is just your assumption. I hope you will not risk your life."

"It's just a form of insurance," Albert said with a wry smile. "After all, I'm too famous now, making me a perfect candidate to be the first one killed."

"You Prophecy it?" Isobel's brow furrowed even deeper.

"The first attack..." Albert said in a low voice, "Will happen before November. Although it probably won't target Pure-blood wizard like you, you still need to protect yourself."

"When do you plan to tell Dumbledore about this?" Isobel knew Albert's personality, but was still worried about his safety.

There's no way around it, Gryffindor is just too worrying.

"After the attack."

"I don't know what you're planning to do, but you must protect yourself." Isobel kissed Albert's lips.

"I will."

The girl sighed softly to herself. She really couldn't understand what Albert wanted to do, but she was still very happy that he had told her these things.

Previously, Albert gave her the impression of being very enigmatic and completely incomprehensible, which was perhaps one of the reasons she was initially attracted to him! After an unknown period of time, the two separated again.

Isobel helps Albert analyze the Chamber of Secrets legend.

If the Basilisk really exists, why hasn't it been discovered for so many years?

The girl soon discovered that Albert was very familiar with the Chamber of Secrets legend, just like he had told her not to go near the second-floor bathroom alone.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is very likely there.

However, Isobel couldn't understand why, after so many years, no one had yet discovered the location of the Chamber of Secrets.

Moreover, according to rumors, only the heir should be able to open the Chamber of Secrets and release the monster inside.

Then...who will be the heir? Why haven't we encountered this before? Is the heir a freshman? "No, I checked, there shouldn't be Heir of Slytherin among the freshmen." Albert couldn't help but admire the girl's keen insight.

"The mark of an heir might be Parseltongue."

Albert pointed to the metal box on the table, "Like this metal box in front of me, which requires my finger to touch a certain spot to open, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets will most likely require Parseltongue to open."

"As far as I know, that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is Parseltongue." Isobel's pupils dilated slightly as she recalled the Philosopher's Stone incident last year, where Professor Quirrell seemed to have been controlled by the Lord Voldemort.

"It was indeed the Lord Voldemort who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago." Albert sighed softly. "Hagrid was one of the victims at the time. Everyone believed he was the culprit who opened the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets, and he was eventually expelled from Hogwarts."

"Is their target Harry Potter?" For some reason, Isobel breathed a sigh of relief.

"That should be right," Albert nodded. "However, we should still be careful."

After telling Isobel about these things, Albert felt much better. It was really unpleasant to keep things bottled up inside.

He suddenly understood why villains always talk so much nonsense. When they are about to succeed, they always lack a sense of accomplishment if they don't share their achievements with others. That's why villains always like to ramble on and on with the protagonist.