"Finally, it's my turn?"
Listening to the voice echoing between the walls and floor, Harry turned to look at Albert.
"It's your turn." Albert smiled. "What do you think, are you scared?"
"To be honest, a little."
Harry was already able to face death calmly.
"That's perfectly normal. If possible, who would want to die?"
"Let's go."
Harry released his tightly clenched hand, left the Resurrection Stone on the desk, and headed out of the Headmaster's Office.
"You're planning to walk all the way there?" Albert called after Harry, rather speechless.
"What else would I do?"
Harry stopped and turned around in confusion, not quite understanding what Albert meant. But he soon understood why Albert had asked.
A House-elf appeared in the Headmaster's Office without warning. After giving Harry and Albert a slight bow, it took Harry away by Apparition.
"You don't seem as confident as you made yourself out to be."
As soon as Harry left, Phineas's portrait on the wall spoke.
"Yes. No matter who it is, they'll be nervous at the most crucial moment. Am I right, Professor Dumbledore?" Albert paid no mind to Phineas's teasing. He gazed out at the night sky and murmured, "It's finally coming to an end."
After Voldemort's speech, the fighting throughout the castle had nearly subsided. Everyone was gathering by the castle gates to witness the legendary final battle that would determine the outcome of this Wizarding War.
Voldemort and the Dark wizards under his command arrived first.
When the Dark wizards regrouped, they immediately realized something was wrong. Their once numerous ranks had been reduced by well over half.
No one believed they had suddenly become cowards and fled.
Then?
They all looked toward the ancient castle before them, and an inexplicable chill rose in their hearts.
Not long ago,