Chapter 547 Kill me

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Harry's brain seemed to have been hit hard by someone, his ears became numb instantly, and all sounds became distant and blurry, as if the whole world was cut off from him in an instant.

I am Voldemort's last Horcrux!

These words echoed in Harry's mind like a thunderclap, shaking him so much that his whole body went limp. He grabbed the armrest of the sofa beside him until his knuckles turned white from the effort, and he was able to barely keep his body steady and not collapse on the sofa.

His lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make any sound. His chest felt stuffy, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him, and he couldn't even tell whether it was because he was having difficulty breathing or his heart was beating too fast.

So...my mission is to walk into the open arms of death and embrace death.

After all, only when he dies can Voldemort be completely destroyed.

Harry took a sharp breath, his heart beating violently against his chest, as if it was going to tear his internal organs apart.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, trying to slow down his heartbeat. But it was still beating wildly, as if reminding him that he didn't have much time left.

Harry wanted to say something, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat. His eyes gradually lost focus and fell on the wall behind Sebastian. There was nothing there, only a void of white.

death.

Never before had the word stood so true before him.

He thought he was ready and prepared to face death at any time, but when it really came, he found... he was afraid.

How strange... Even when Barty Jr. took him away from school, even when he faced Voldemort and was tortured by him with the Cruciatus Curse, he was not afraid at all?

How come I suddenly became a coward?

It shouldn't be like this...

Oh... If I had died at the hands of Voldemort, not only would Voldemort have been able to destroy my Horcrux with his own hands, but I would not have been in such an ugly state now.

I must look so ugly when I’m scared. It’s a waste of time that I’m wearing this handsome combat uniform.

Harry slowly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his toes.

He doesn't want to die.

He just graduated from fifth grade and there is still a lot to do.

He hadn't seen complete peace in the wizarding world yet, hadn't gotten drunk in the new town of Hogsmeade, hadn't taken the NEWT exams, hadn't become an Auror, and even - he hadn't even had the chance to tell Ginny in person how much he loved her.

A sour feeling crawled up from his spine and spread to his limbs. Harry trembled and his eyes gradually turned red.

He found that he was not really that afraid of death. He just felt a little regretful and unwilling that his life journey should stop before the dawn of victory.

He wanted to say I love you loudly to Ginny and then kiss her deeply;

He wanted to go to the Gryffindor common room, to sit by the fire and chat with Ron and Hermione again;

He wanted to go back to Swann Manor, have dinner with Mia and Sebastian again, and enjoy the warmth of home;

He wanted to fly over the Quidditch pitch one more time, to feel the wind whistling against his face;

He wanted to eat Hagrid's rock pie again, even if it was hard as a rock;

He wanted to go to the duelling hall with Malfoy and have a good fight, and then say proudly after the victory that the young man still needs to practice more.

But it seems there is no chance.

No chance...

There was no point in being afraid or unwilling, he couldn't retreat.

Harry thought of his parents, Dumbledore, and the many people who had sacrificed their lives because of Voldemort, and his eyes became firm again.

I must die and not give Voldemort any chance to take advantage!

He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress all his fear, regret and sadness, and then glanced lightly at the Fire Dragon combat suit on his body.

So handsome!

Come to think of it, this is the first time I put on the combat suit Aunt Mia gave me.

If Ron and Malfoy saw it, they would be extremely envious, and Malfoy might even shout for his father to make him a custom suit.

Thinking of this, the corners of Harry's mouth curled up slightly unconsciously.

Draco, a lone wolf, would definitely be very lonely if he lost his friend.

But that’s not necessarily the case. This kid will definitely not be lonely with the beautiful girl Astoria by his side.

It's a pity that I can't attend their wedding.

As for Ron and Hermione, I can't personally give them my wedding wishes.

As for Ginny... Harry couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his heart when he thought of that fiery red hair and bright smile.

She is so beautiful, she will definitely find a perfect partner.

Should I ask the professor to let me go and say goodbye to Ginny, Ron and Hermione first?

As soon as this thought appeared, Harry took the initiative to dispel it.

Forget it, I won’t say goodbye to them, so as not to make them sad. There will be a big battle tonight, and they will be in danger if they are distracted. I will just ask the professor to bring his elixir to them later.

Thinking of this, Harry slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice.

"Professor Swan, there is a bottle of Felixir in my traceless stretching bag. Please give it to Ron and the others later. They are all my best friends, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt."

"Don't tell them about me yet. Just say that I'm on a top-secret mission. Wait until we win before telling them."

"By the way, I have some alchemical tools, please help distribute them to them."

Harry patiently and ramblingly explained the distribution of the items in the traceless stretch bag, from Sirius to Lupin, and then to the house-elf Jeff, no one was left out. That was his last gift for these people.

After a long moment, he calmed down, looked directly into Sebastian's eyes, and gave a relieved but determined smile.

"If death is my final mission, I choose to face it with a smile."

As he said this, he stood up and bowed deeply to Sebastian.

"Thank you again to you and Aunt Mia for your love and care for me. It really made me feel like home."

"I have nothing to say. Kill me."

It would be nice to die handsomely like this, Harry's thoughts wandered unconsciously.

I just don't know if the fire dragon suit will hinder Sebastian's spell. It would be too torturous if he couldn't be killed by a spell.

Or... take off the fire dragon suit?

What about the basilisk leather vest? Take it off too?

I took off all my clothes. Wouldn't it be undignified to die naked?

While Harry was daydreaming, he saw Sebastian showing a familiar smile, the same smile he always showed when he succeeded in playing a prank on him.

Could it be...

"Harry," Sebastian grinned, "you little brat, do you underestimate me? Don't worry, I have special means to deal with your special Horcrux, but you will have to pay a small price."

Really? !

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

If he could really survive, he would pay any price.

Before he could say anything, he saw Sebastian took out a magical animal language translator.

"Harry, put on your translator and prepare to see your attending physician."

As he spoke, Sebastian took out another alchemical bag, opened the bag and spoke softly.

"Come out, working soul..."