Chapter 95
Albert had stepped out of the bathroom as he always did every morning, heading straight to the house's living room for breakfast.
After finishing breakfast with Kreacher at the table, Albert suddenly remembered that he had neglected his training on the Infiltration Spell.
"Oh, I really forgot about that… a whole month has passed without improving it," he muttered.
Without wasting a moment, Albert rushed up to the upper floor of the family home.
The area he entered was known simply as the Empty Room. It was an unclaimed space where anyone could enter freely, and most people used it for practicing spells.
Albert had come here specifically to train on the Infiltration Spell, a skill that would prove extremely important in the coming year.
As he quietly opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes immediately fell on a portrait of his mother hanging on the wall opposite the door.
He approached it carefully, removing the portrait from the wall and staring at it with a mixture of sorrow and longing. His mother's smile was radiant, her hair as black as was customary in the Black family, though her eyes were a striking sky-blue—the trait Albert had inherited from her.
For Albert, this wasn't the first time he had visited this place. Over the past two years, he had spent summers here, training while keeping his mother's image close. And during his first year after escaping from Azkaban, Kreacher had told him that when Regulus Black had taken him to his father in prison, it was a miracle that Voldemort had not destroyed Milanda's body.
Regulus had returned and buried his sister in the family graveyard behind the house, more than half a kilometer away. Albert, throughout all this time, had always visited his mother's grave.
The memories stirred a mix of sorrow and anger within him. Even though Albert had only just met his "other" mother in this life, something in his heart made him mourn her and, at the same time, grow stronger—vowing revenge for her death.
He wiped the dust off the portrait, tears streaming down his face. "Rest in peace, Mother. I promise… I will truly avenge you. That is my vow."
Albert suddenly felt as if three familiar figures were watching him from behind.
He spun around quickly—but there was nothing there. He turned again, hoping to catch a glimpse, but still, no one appeared.
"I swear I feel like I'm being watched! Hey! Can you hear me?! Show yourselves!" he demanded, pointing his index finger toward the empty space.
Using the anti-concealment spell Vitor, which revealed hidden presences in a space, Albert filled the entire room with a yellow mist. He scanned the room, hoping the watchers would reveal themselves.
But to his surprise, nothing appeared.
Scratching his head in frustration, he muttered, "Am I imagining this… or is this real?"
"Ugh… fine. Let's just get back to why I came here in the first place," he said, placing his mother's portrait back on the wall opposite the door.
This would later serve as a reference during his training for the Infiltration Spell.
Albert threw all his effort into mastering this spell. Its advantages were clear: it would be extremely useful in the coming year.
If he managed to perfect it fully—he had only two levels left to master—he would be able to unlock the final spell he had invented: Adava Fakadra.
For those unfamiliar, Adava Fakadra was Albert's own creation. It did not exist in the original Harry Potter series or films. This spell granted the user two extra lives, activating only if Albert was struck by the Unforgivable Curse Avada Kedavra. Any other fatal accident would not trigger it. But if he were hit by Avada Kedavra a third time, there would be no return—he would truly die.
Half an hour later, Albert stepped back, satisfied.
"Good… if I continue at this pace, I can truly master this spell before next year. And I can't wait to unlock Adava Fakadra. Finally, I'll have a chance to take down my mother's killer!"
Clenching his fists tightly, he felt a surge of anger and determination as thoughts of that person filled his mind.
To be contined ...