Don't Try to Stop Me!

"You're saying my scar hurts not because I'm sick or injured?"

Unexpectedly, although he asked the question aloud, Harry was not surprised by it at all.

After all, whenever his scar hurt, images related to Voldemort would appear in his mind. During the earlier search for Horcruxes, whenever he got close to one, his scar would sting. Harry certainly did not believe all of that was merely a coincidence.

"That's right. Your scar hurts because the fragment of Voldemort's soul inside you resonates with Voldemort's other soul fragments.

With two souls crammed into one body, if the fragment of Voldemort's soul that had been unconsciously torn apart had not remained dormant all this time, your mind would probably have long since been eroded by Voldemort's soul, leaving you deranged."

Bell's words held neither concealment nor tact. In his view, Harry was already an adult anyway—British Muggle law stipulated that adulthood began at fifteen—so it was time he learned to face life's bleak realities.

"...To destroy Voldemort completely, all the Horcruxes must be destroyed."

After a brief silence, Harry murmured the words he had once heard from Professor Dumbledore.

"In other words, if I die, Voldemort will be completely wiped out as well!"

It had to be said that although Harry had this flaw and that flaw, no one could fault his courage.

In less than a few minutes, Harry had gone from shock and confusion upon suddenly learning the truth to determination and resolve after accepting it. Truly a Gryffindor who could risk his life for a Quidditch House Cup match—when it came to giving up his own life, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

"No! Harry! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Ron cried out and tightly grabbed Harry's arm, afraid that his best friend would leave him