Sunday at noon, the weather was clear and the sun hung high in the sky—perfect for scouting the lake.
Once Albert had finished preparing, he left the castle with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. They crossed the damp grounds and headed toward the Black Lake.
Avoiding Durmstrang's moored ship, they arrived at the spot they had chosen beforehand to enter the lake.
According to the original plan, Albert intended to dive deep into the Black Lake today to scout the route and test the preparations he had made some time ago, preventing any unnecessary accidents during the Second Task.
A cold wind swept across the lake, making all four of them shiver the moment they reached the shore.
"Are you really planning to scout the lake in this awful weather?" Lee Jordan turned stiffly toward Albert, who had begun taking off his robes. "How about we call it off this time and wait until it gets warmer?"
"We have to go into the lake eventually. At least I can't avoid it." Albert stared at the Black Lake ahead. He knew Lee Jordan did not want to go, so he did not force him. "It's good to scout ahead. We can also test what I've prepared, so we won't be scrambling if something goes wrong during the competition."
As he spoke, Albert turned to Lee Jordan. "If you don't want to go down, stay on shore and watch our things. We'll definitely need someone to look after us when we get back."
"Sure, I'll have hot drinks ready for you." As though he had been waiting for those words, Lee Jordan looked utterly relieved, drawing simultaneous looks of contempt from Fred and George.
The guy had chickened out in the end.
Wasn't it just because he couldn't swim?
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