Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Buzz—

Harry's brain felt like it had been struck hard, his ears instantly muffled, all sounds becoming distant and blurred, as if the whole world had been isolated from him in an instant.

I am Voldemort's last Horcrux!

This sentence echoed in Harry's mind like a thunderclap, shaking him to his core.

He gripped the armrest of the sofa beside him, his knuckles turning white with the effort, barely managing to steady himself from collapsing.

His lips trembled slightly, his throat feeling blocked, unable to make a sound.

His chest felt heavy, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, and he couldn't even tell if it was difficulty breathing or his heart beating too fast.

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

After all, only when I die will Voldemort be completely destroyed.

Harry gasped, his violent heartbeat pounding against his chest, as if to tear apart his internal organs.

His hand instinctively rose, pressing against his chest, trying to slow his heartbeat, but it continued to beat wildly, as if to remind him—your time is running out.

Harry wanted to say something, but only a hoarse sound came from his throat.

His gaze gradually lost focus, falling on the wall behind Sebastian, where there was nothing but a void of white.

Death.

The word had never stood so realistically before him.

He thought he was ready, that he had prepared himself to face death at any time, but when it really came, he realized... he was afraid.

How strange... Even when Pettigrew took him away from school, even when he faced Voldemort directly and was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, he hadn't been afraid at all?

How did he suddenly become a coward?

It shouldn't be like this...

Alas... If he had died directly at the hands of Voldemort, it would have allowed Voldemort to destroy his Horcrux himself, and he wouldn't have revealed his current ugly state.

He must look awful being so afraid, a waste of such a handsome combat suit.

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

He didn't want to die.

He had only just graduated from fifth year, and there were so many things he hadn't done yet.

He hadn't seen the magical world completely at peace, hadn't had a drunken celebration in the new town of Hogsmeade, hadn't taken the N.E.W.T. exams, hadn't become an Auror, and even—even he hadn't had the chance to tell Ginny how much he loved her.

A sour sensation crawled up his spine, spreading to his limbs, and Harry trembled, his eyes gradually turning red.

He realized that he didn't seem to be so afraid of death, but rather regretful and unwilling that his life's journey would end just before the dawn of victory.

He wanted to shout 'I love you' to Ginny and kiss her deeply;

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

He wanted to return to Swan Manor and have dinner with Mia and Sebastian again, enjoying the warmth of home;

He wanted to fly over the Quidditch pitch once more, feeling the thrill of the wind whistling past his cheeks;

He wanted to eat Hagrid's rock cakes again, even if they were as hard as stones;

He wanted to go to the dueling club and have a good fight with Malfoy, and then proudly say after the victory, 'You still need more practice, kid'.

But it seemed like there was no chance.

No chance...

Fear and unwillingness were meaningless, he couldn't back down.

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

He had to die, he couldn't give Voldemort any chance!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress all the fear, regret, and sadness, and then gently scanned the dragon-hide combat suit on his body.

So handsome!

Come to think of it, this was the first time he had worn the combat suit that Aunt Mia had given him.

If Ron and Malfoy saw it, they would definitely be extremely envious.

Malfoy might even shout for his father to have one made for him.

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

Draco, that lone wolf, would definitely be very lonely if he lost him as a friend.

But maybe not.

That kid has Astoria by his side, so he definitely won't be lonely.

It's a pity he won't be able to attend their wedding.

And Ron and Hermione, he won't be able to personally give them his wedding blessings.

As for Ginny... Thinking of her fiery red hair and bright smile, Harry couldn't help but feel a slight pang in his heart.

She's so beautiful, she will definitely find a good partner.

Should he ask the professor to let him say goodbye to Ginny, Ron, and Hermione first?

The thought had just appeared for a moment before Harry actively dismissed it.

Forget it, I won't say goodbye, lest they get upset.

There's a big battle tonight, and being distracted can easily lead to danger.

I'll ask the professor to bring them my Felix Felicis later.

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

Professor Swan, there's a bottle of Felix Felicis in my Undetectable Extension Charm bag.

Please distribute it to Ron and the others later.

They are all my best friends, and I don't want to see any of them get hurt.

Don't tell them about me yet, just say I've gone on a top-secret mission, and tell them after we've completely won.

Also, I have some alchemical tools, please help distribute them as well.

Harry patiently and repeatedly explained the distribution of the items in the Undetectable Extension Charm bag, from Sirius to Lupin, and even the house-elf Jeff was not left out.

Those were the last gifts he had left for these people.

After a long while, he calmed down, looked directly into Sebastian's eyes, and showed a relieved but firm smile.

If death is my last mission, then I choose to face it with a smile.

With that, he stood up and gave Sebastian a deep bow.

Thank you again for your and Aunt Mia's care, which has truly given me the feeling of home.

I have nothing else to say, kill me.

It wouldn't be bad to die so handsomely, Harry's thoughts wandered unconsciously.

I just don't know if the dragon-hide suit will hinder Sebastian's spells.

It would be too torturous to not die from one spell.

Should I... take off the dragon-hide suit?

What about the basilisk-skin vest, should I take that off too?

If I take everything off, wouldn't it be too indecent to die naked?

Amidst his wild thoughts, Harry saw Sebastian give a familiar smile, the exclusive smile he always wore after a prank on him succeeded.

Could it be...

Harry,

Sebastian grinned, "Are you underestimating me too much, you little bastard?

Don't worry, I have special means to deal with you, this special Horcrux, but you need to pay a small price."

Really?!

Harry's eyes lit up, and he trembled with excitement.

If he could really survive, he would be willing to pay any price.

Before he could say anything, he saw Sebastian take out a set of Magical Creature Language Translators.

Harry, put on the translator and get ready to meet your attending physician.

With that, Sebastian took out another alchemical pouch, opened the mouth of the pouch, and said softly.

Come out, working soul...