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While the book "Charms" for the Fifth Year was on his lap, Albus was sitting under a tree, trying to put the spells he had learned in the previous class session on the feather in front of him, although, he wasn't successful, because he wasn't concentrating much.

The issue that always got on Albus' nerves was on his mind again: Albus was not his father. He didn't know why the others had not yet accepted that Albus was different from his father. This was probably one of the reasons why he got bullied a lot. The son of the famous Harry in Slytherin house, perfect. The feeling he had towards this was very strange. He felt both a little inadequate and at the same time a small feeling of anger inside him. He did not choose to be his father's son.

Eventually he surrendered and came to the conclusion that studying in those circumstances is of no use. He ran a hand through his hair, then he put his wand aside and closed his book. He looked around the yard, his penetrating green eyes carefully observing.