Of course, Harry no longer needed any so-called guarantee. At least, he did not think he did.
Before Harry had voluntarily stood here, he had already prepared himself to face death.
Wasn't it just death? He, Harry Potter, was not afraid.
Well.
Saying he was not afraid would definitely be a lie. Between life and death lay a great terror—especially when he could not die right away.
Waiting for death was undoubtedly the most agonizing process. That was why Albert had reminded Harry to speak with Dumbledore, to make the process a little less unbearable.
After all, Dumbledore himself was a man who could face death without changing expression. He could surely offer Harry some help in terms of mindset, ensuring that nothing went wrong while Harry waited.
But the results seemed... rather ordinary.
"Since I have to die anyway, can't I go duel Voldemort early?" Harry looked at Albert in confusion and voiced his doubts. "Things should go pretty smoothly. I really don't think there's any need to start a full-scale war with the Death Eaters. A lot of people would die."
"Harry, if you want lasting peace, there must be a baptism of blood. Only after feeling the pain of bloodshed will people cherish the hard-won peace." Albert raised his head toward Dumbledore's portrait and said meaningfully, "It may be ironic, but that is reality. The desire for peace is always beautiful, but peace bought by directly sacrificing you, the Savior, is bound not to last. Nor will anyone be grateful to you for it. They will only think your sacrifice was only natural, because you are the so-called hero, the so-called Savior."
Harry opened his mouth at that, apparently not expecting to hear such words from Albert.
"Even if sacrificing you now brings about a bloodless peace,