However, things are not that bad.

Harry and the others were obviously a little panicked, or they were no longer in the mood to take care of other things. He took a breath and left.

Almost at the same time, Jon walked out of the void, and magic and memory were transmitted into Snape's body.

The World Tree unfolded in his eyes, the power of life was transmitted to Snape's body, and then he suddenly breathed.

People have come to life.

There are no other problems, he will take care of these things by himself.

【Snape's finale·over】

Jon made a mental decision and walked out.

What matters now is looking at Harry.

…

Harry was lying on the floor of his office, his face pressed against the dirty carpet, where he once thought he was learning the secret of victory.

Harry finally understood that he would not survive.

His mission is to walk calmly into the open arms of death.

On this road, he will also cut off Voldemort's last connection with life.

In this way, when he finally rushes to face Voldemort without using a wand to protect himself, the ending will be clean and complete, and the work that should have been completed in Godric's Hollow will truly be over: no one can survive, no one can survive.

He felt his heart beating violently in his chest.

How strange that he was afraid of death, yet his heart beat extraordinarily powerfully, bravely maintaining his life.

But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon.

It won't beat too much.

When he stood up, walked through the castle, walked through the playground, and entered the Forbidden Forest for the last time, how many times could his heart beat during this period?

He lay on the floor, fear flooding over him, and the funeral drums pounding inside him.

Will dying hurt?

How many times had he thought death was imminent and managed to escape, but he never really considered death itself.

His desire to live was always much stronger than his fear of death.

But now he didn't think of running away or getting rid of Voldemort's clutches.

He knew that everything was over and there was only one thing left: death.

What if he had died on the summer night when he left No. 4 Privet Drive for the last time, but the noble phoenix feather wand saved him!

How wonderful it would be if he could die like Hedwig, suddenly and without even realizing it!

Or, if he could risk his own life to stand in front of the wand in order to save his beloved... At this moment, he was even jealous of his parents' death.

It takes a different kind of courage to walk calmly and calmly toward one's own destruction.

He felt his fingers trembling slightly, but he tried to control them, even though no one could see them and the portraits on the wall were all empty.

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up. At this time, he felt more truly alive than ever before, and more clearly aware of his living body.

How had he never realized before what a marvel he was: a mind, nerves, a beating heart?

Everything will leave...at least, he will leave all of this.

His breathing was slow and heavy, and his mouth and throat were very dry, but so were his eyes.

Dumbledore's deception was nothing.

Of course there was a bigger plan, but Harry was too stupid to see it.

He finally understands now.

He had always taken it for granted and never doubted that Dumbledore wanted him alive.

Now he knows that the length of his life is always determined by how long it takes to destroy all the Horcruxes.

Dumbledore gave him the task of destroying the Horcruxes, and he obediently continued to weaken the link that not only connected Voldemort's life, but also connected his own life!

How concise, how straightforward, don't waste any more lives and hand over this dangerous task to a boy who is destined to die. His death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.

Dumbledore knew that Harry would not run away, knew that he would go to the end, even though that was his end, because Dumbledore had tried hard to understand Harry.

Isn't it?

Voldemort knew, and Dumbledore knew, that once Harry found that he had the power to stop it, he would not let others die for him.

The sight of the bodies of Fred, Lupin and Tonks lying in the Great Hall crept into Harry's mind again, making him breathless for a moment: Death can't wait...

But Dumbledore overestimated him. He failed, and the snake was still alive.

Even though Harry was killed, there was still a Horcrux binding Voldemort to the world.

Of course, that means it will be easier for others to get it.

Who would do it, he wondered... Ron and Hermione must know what needs to be done... that's why Dumbledore wanted him to reveal the secret to them...

That way, if he realizes his true destiny a little early, they can continue...

Like raindrops hitting the cold window, these thoughts hit the hard, undeniable fact that he had to die. I had to die. Things had to end.

Ron and Hermione seemed to be far away, in some distant country. He felt that he had been separated from them for a long time. No need to say goodbye or explain, he had already made up his mind. This was a period where they could not be together.

During the journey together, they would try their best to stop him, which would only waste precious time. He looked down at the deformed gold watch he got for his seventeenth birthday. Nearly half of the time Voldemort stipulated for him to surrender had passed.

Hours.

Harry stood up, his heart like a crazy bird, violently hitting his ribs. Maybe it knew that time was running out, maybe it decided to complete the beating of a lifetime before it ended. Harry did not look back again

, and closed the office door.

The castle was empty. He walked alone, feeling like a ghost, as if he had died. The portraits in the frames were still empty, and the whole school was eerily silent, as if all the remaining life was concentrated in

into the auditorium, where the dead and mourners were crowded.

Harry put the invisibility cloak on himself, walked down the stairs, and finally followed the marble stairs to the foyer. Perhaps, in a small corner of his heart, he hoped that someone would feel him, see him, and stop him, but the invisibility

The clothes were as perfect as ever, with no leaks, and he walked to the door easily.

Suddenly, Neville almost bumped into him. Neville and another man moved a body from the playground. Harry looked down and felt like he had been hit again: Colin Creevey. He was still alive.

Not old enough, he must have snuck back like Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. He looked so young when he died.

"Listen to me, Neville, I can move him by myself." Oliver Wood said, carrying Colin on his shoulders like a fireman and walking into the auditorium.

Neville leaned against the door frame for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He looked like an old man. Then he walked down the steps again and went into the darkness to look for other bodies.

Harry took one last look at the entrance to the Great Hall. People were walking around, comforting each other, drinking, and kneeling beside the dead, but he couldn't see anyone he loved, not Hermione, Ron, Ginny, or Weasley.

The rest of the family didn't have Luna either. He felt that he was willing to spend all the remaining time in exchange for one last look at them, but if that was the case, would he still have the willpower to look away? Or would it be better this way.

He walked down the steps and came out into the dark night. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and the deathly silent playground seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if he would do what he had to do.

Harry walked towards Neville, who was leaning over the other body.

"Neville."

"Oh my gosh, Harry, you almost scared me to death!"

Harry had already taken off his invisibility cloak. The idea came to him suddenly because he wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.

"Where are you going alone?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"This is part of the plan," said Harry. "I'm going to do something. Listen to me - Neville -"

"Harry!" Neville suddenly looked horrified and said, "Harry, you don't want to hand yourself over, do you?"

"No," Harry lied casually, "Of course it's not... it's something else. But I might be missing for a while. Neville, you know Voldemort's snakes, right? He has a very big snake...

…called Nagini…”

"I know, I've heard of it...what's the matter?"

"It must be killed. Ron and Hermione know, but what if they—"

The possibility was so terrifying that it left him momentarily breathless and unable to continue. But he picked himself up: it was crucial that, like Dumbledore, he had to keep a cool head and make sure there was a backup.

, there are other people to carry out the task. When Dumbledore died, he knew that there were still three people who knew about the Horcruxes. Now Neville will replace Harry, so there are still three people who know the inside story.

"Just in case they--are busy--and you get a chance-"

"Kill the snake?"

"Kill the snake," Harry repeated.

"Okay, Harry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Neville."

Just as Harry turned to leave, Neville grabbed his wrist.

"We'll both keep fighting, Harry. You know what?"
To be continued...