HP Approaches the Magic World

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?"

"know me--"

The feeling of suffocation made the second half of the sentence choke in his throat, and he couldn't go on. Neville didn't seem to notice anything strange about Harry. He patted Harry on the shoulder, let go of him, and walked away to look for other corpses.

.

Harry put the Invisibility Cloak back on his body and continued walking forward. Someone was moving not far away, bending down to look at a figure lying on the ground. When he was a few steps away, Harry recognized it was Ginny.

He stopped suddenly. Ginny leaned over to comfort a girl who was calling for her mother in a low voice.

"It's okay," Ginny said, "It doesn't matter. We'll take you in right now."

"But I want to go home," the girl whispered, "I don't want to fight anymore!"

"I know," Ginny said, her voice choked up, "it will get over."

Waves of chills ran across Harry's skin. He wanted to shout into the night, he wanted Ginny to know he was here, he wanted Ginny to know where he was going. He wanted to be stopped, dragged back,

Sent home...

However, he was at home now. Hogwarts was the first home and the best home he had ever known. He, the abandoned boys like Voldemort and Snape, all found a home here...

Ginny was kneeling next to the injured girl and grabbed her hand. Harry forced himself to move forward with great perseverance. He seemed to see Ginny looking around as he passed by, wondering if she felt

He saw someone walking by, but Harry didn't speak or look back.

Hagrid's hut emerged in the darkness. There was no light, and there was no sound of teeth scratching at the door and barking to express welcome. I had come to visit Hagrid so many times, and the copper kettle and rock skin shone on the fire.

Pancakes, giant grubs, and Hagrid's huge, unshaven face, Ron spit out slugs, and Hermione helped Hagrid save Norbert...

Harry continued walking forward, and now he came to the edge of the forest. He stopped.

A group of dementors were wandering among the trees. He felt their chill and wondered whether he could pass safely. He no longer had the strength to summon the patron saint. He could no longer control his trembling body. It seemed that death was not

So easy. Every second he breathed, the fragrance of the grass, the feeling of the cool breeze blowing on his cheeks, were so precious. Thinking that others still had many, many years to waste, there was too much time to kill, and he

, every second is so hard to let go. He thinks that he can't go any further, but at the same time he knows that he must go forward. This long game is over, the golden snitch has been caught, and he should leave the sky...

Snitch. His weak fingers fumbled in the leather bag hanging around his neck for a while and took it out.

I open at the end.

Harry stared down at the Snitch, breathing rapidly and heavily. Now he hoped that time would pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up, and he seemed to suddenly realize without thinking. This was the end. It was time.

He put the golden metal surface to his lips and whispered: "I'm going to die."

The metal shell cracked.

Harry lowered his trembling hands, raised Draco's wand under the invisibility cloak, and whispered: "Lumos."

Among the snitches that split in half, it was the black stone with a tooth-like crack in the middle.

The cracks in the Resurrection Stone run straight down along the symbol representing the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the Invisibility Cloak and the stone are still clearly visible.

Harry had another epiphany.

It is no longer important to resurrect the dead, because he will become one of them. In fact, he is not calling them here, but they are calling him away.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hand.

He knew there was a result, because he heard slight movements from around him, like some weak bodies moving on the soil scattered by tree branches outside the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around.

He saw that they were neither ghosts nor living people of flesh and blood. They were more like the Riddle who escaped from the diary a long time ago, that is, like memories that had almost become entities. They were not as real as the bodies of living people.

But it was much more real than ghosts. They walked towards him, with such loving smiles on their faces.

James is as tall as Harry, wearing the same clothes as when he died, with messy hair and glasses a little crooked, just like Mr. Weasley.

Sirius was tall and handsome, much younger than when Harry first saw him alive. He walked slowly and easily, with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

Lupine was also younger, not as slovenly as he was later, and his hair was darker and thicker. He seemed very happy to be back in this familiar place, in the environment where he had wandered many times in his youth.

Lily was the one who laughed the most among them. She pushed her long hair back and walked closer to Harry. Her green eyes, which were exactly the same as Harry's, looked at Harry's face hungrily, as if she had never seen him before.

Can't see enough.

"You are so brave."

Harry was speechless. He looked at his mother wholeheartedly, as if he was willing to stand here and look at her forever. He felt that this was enough.

"You're not even close," James said. "You're very close. We're... so proud of you."

"Does it hurt?"

The childish question came out of his mouth, and it was too late for Harry to stop it.

"Death? It doesn't hurt at all," Sirius said. "It's faster and easier than falling asleep."

"He will fight it quickly, he wants it to end quickly," Lupine said.

"I don't want you to die," Harry said, the words coming out of his own accord, "everyone of you. I'm so sorry—"

This was said more to Lupine, and he begged his forgiveness.

"—You just had a son... Remus, I'm so sorry—"

"I'm sad too," said Lupine, "sad that I can no longer raise him...but he will know why I died, and I hope he understands. I died to create a better world for him to live in.

Be happier."

A cold breeze seemed to blow from the middle of the forest, stirring the hair on Harry's forehead. He knew that they would not tell him to move forward, and he had to make his own decision.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Until the end," James said.

"They can't see you?" Harry asked.

"We are a part of you," said Sirius, "unseen by others."

Harry looked at his mother.

"Stay with me." he said softly.

He set off. The dementor's chill did not conquer him. He passed through that chill with his relatives, who were like his patron saints. Together they strode through the dense, tangled ancient trees. In the darkness, ha

Lee wrapped the invisibility cloak tightly around his body and walked step by step deep into the Forbidden Forest. He didn't know where Voldemort was, but he believed he would find him. James, Sirius, Lupine and Lily were quietly beside him.

Walking quietly, their company gave him courage and was the reason why he was able to move forward step by step.

His body and mind seemed to be strangely disconnected. There was no instruction from his consciousness, and his limbs moved automatically, as if he was just a passenger of the body he was about to leave, rather than the driver. At this moment, he felt that, compared to those alive in the castle,

The dead people who walked with him in the Forbidden Forest were much more real. Ron, Hermione, Ginny and all the others were like ghosts, and he was stumbling, sliding step by step towards life.

The end of the world, heading towards Voldemort...

There was a bang, and then there was a whisper. There were other living things moving nearby. Harry stopped under the invisibility cloak, looked around, and listened. His mother, father, Lupine and Sirius also stopped.

"There is someone there," a hoarse voice whispered nearby, "wearing an invisibility cloak. Could it be -?"

Two figures emerged from behind a nearby tree. Their wands were flashing, and Harry saw Yaxley and Dolohov staring into the darkness, facing Harry, his parents, Sirius and Lupin.

From where they were standing, it was obvious that they couldn't see anything.

"I must have heard some noise," Yaxley said. "It was an animal, what do you think?"

"That idiot Hagrid has raised a bunch of trash here." Dolohov said, twisting and looking.

Yaxley looked down at his watch.

"It's almost time. Potter's hour is up and he won't come."

"He thought he was definitely coming! He would be unhappy."

"Better go back," Yaxley said, "and see what the plan is."

He and Dolohov turned and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest. Harry followed, knowing that they would lead him to where he wanted to go. He glanced to the side, his mother looked at him with a smile, and his father encouraged him.

Nod.