Back at Hogwarts, Harry and Marcus returned to the Room of Requirement, their sanctuary hidden within the castle walls. As the door sealed behind them, the tension began to fade, though the thrill of battle still echoed in Harry's heart.
"First things first," Marcus said, pacing the room. "We need to secure the fragment. It cannot fall into the hands of the Templars again."
Harry placed the shard carefully on a nearby table, its golden light flickering softly. "What do we do with it? How do we use it against them?"
Marcus's expression turned serious. "We must gather allies. The Templars are dangerous, and they are not acting alone. There are forces at work that we have yet to uncover. We need to find other members of the Brotherhood, those who can aid us in our fight."
Harry thought about his friends. Hermione had always been a brilliant strategist, and Ron was fiercely loyal. If anyone could help them, it was them.
"Can we trust them?" Harry asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "They've been kept in the dark."
Marcus paused, considering the question. "Trust is a rare commodity in our world, Harry. But they deserve the truth. And if they're willing to stand with us, we can use their skills to our advantage."
"Then we tell them," Harry resolved. "They can help us find the others."
"Very well," Marcus agreed. "But be cautious. The Templars have eyes everywhere."