To some extent, Harry believes he has a more say.

He rubbed his forehead hard, and there seemed to be a thousand bees buzzing in his mind. He repeatedly recalled the situation when the scar was painful. It was indeed stronger only when Voldemort appeared, with a few exceptions, and it was also when Voldemort's mood fluctuated violently, but since the brain closure surgery, this situation has been much less.

But he is really different. The voice in his mind can testify.

Harry swallowed, picked up his wand, and tiptoed out of the bed. There were two places to practice magic in the old Black house. Harry chose to walk downstairs because the fourth floor lived with the Weasleys, Longbottons, Fred and George, and Neville. Sirius lived with the fifth floor, and his ears were always very good.

The night was terrible and dark around him. He didn't dare to turn on the magic lamp. He could only grop in the darkness with his memory and stepped on the floor carefully. Every sound of the needle tip made him frightened. Harry couldn't help but be glad that he didn't wear shoes.

He quickly touched the handrail down the stairs, and as he approached the second floor, his movements became lighter. This floor lived in Hermione and Ginny. "Puu!" Harry stepped on the air. He calculated less and almost fell. His heart was pounding, holding his breath, pricking his ears and listening carefully to the movements around him.

Harry was worried that he would wake up Hermione and Ginny, and that he would wake up the portrait of Mrs. Black on the wall of the foyer on the first floor. She was Sirius's mother, and her mind was filled with all kinds of decadent and old ideas. Unfortunately, this idea was inherited by her portrait. Because there were too many people living in recently, she was obviously reluctant. When she got the opportunity, she would curse in the most vicious language. If she woke her up, she would never miss the opportunity to wake everyone from her dream.

Harry waited quietly for more than ten seconds, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No accident happened next. He carefully avoided the wrinkled elf head on the decorative panel of the stairs on the first floor, and did not touch the umbrella frame made of the monster's broken legs. He successfully found a trap door. He opened the door and a straight down staircase appeared.

Harry came to the second floor of the underground. There was an open space in front of him. Six sides of the room were piled up by black stones. Professor Hayp said that this might be the abandoned spell laboratory of the Black family, but when he and Ron and Hermione came, they only saw the piles of debris in the corner, as well as thick dust and spider webs.

It took half a day to clean the place. When the magic cast on it started working again, they had a decent training room.

There is a strong sound insulation effect here, and Harry is not going to be heard what he wants to do next. He turned on the switch and the torches on the wall lit up. In the center of the spacious basement, seven or eight broken targets were placed casually, with traces of various magic left on it, which are the results of their efforts these days.

He sat on a soft pad with a hesitant expression.

"I'm just trying," Harry said to himself. He stood up and raised his wand, but he was unresolved several times. Finally, he gritted his teeth

"Avada chewed the big tile!"

A dazzling ray of light flew out of the tip of the staff, and the spell fell to the black stone wall. Harry gasped, and all kinds of pleasures of destruction and killing flashed in his heart. The buzzing sound in his mind was extremely excited, constantly seducing him and swelling his eardrums. But soon the brain closure operation ran on its own, and he broke free from this state. He began to hate his actions, hated his adventures tonight, and the strong disgust made him retching constantly.

Perhaps the most important thing he should do now is to go back obediently and pretend that nothing happened.

Until he heard a suppressed scream.

Harry suddenly raised his head and looked toward the entrance when it was opened or he hadn't closed the door before, so he didn't have time to think about the reason, because he needs to deal with the more difficult trouble right now.

"Ginny!?" Harry shouted.

Ginny stood at the door in a pajamas, her mouth covering her eyes, her eyes full of incredibleness, as if frightened. Ginny subconsciously took a step back when Harry called out her name.

She saw it! Seeing me using a life-seeking curse! Harry shouted wildly in his heart. The sound in his mind began to bewitch him again, but he would never agree.

Harry reached out to explain, but stopped when he saw the light of water and fear in Ginny's eyes.

He, Harry Potter, just used the Unforgivable Spell.

Harry lowered his head and did not dare to look at her. A strong sense of shame surged in his heart, his stomach was turbulent, and he wanted to retching again. What would Ginny think of him? A potential dark wizard? Or Voldemort's second? He was troubled by this kind of rumors when he was in the second grade. At that time, some people thought that he was a more evil devil than Voldemort, so Voldemort wanted to get rid of him when he was a baby.

But when Harry knew that his mother's protection was flowing in his blood, he completely lost this worry.

But now this fear is back.

Without any knowledge reserve, he recited the worst one of the unforgivable mantras, and the power of the mantra is no less than his disarming mantra. This is the most terrifying thing.

He heard footsteps.

Was it running away? Harry thought, this is what it should be. Ginny didn't wake up the others, so he was surprised. Maybe he should explain a few words, at least not let her reveal this, but he couldn't think of a reason to do so. Even greater concern arises. If Ginny told others, what would they look at him?

Names flashed through his mind, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley... When he thought that Mrs. Weasley's eyes were no longer full of love, his heart began to hurt.

Harry saw a pair of shoes.

He raised his head in surprise and met his brown eyes, and the lines around Ginny's lips were pursed tightly.

"Do you just want to avenge...?" she said sadly.

"It's an accident!" Harry blurted out, and Ginny looked at him in surprise. "I mean, of course I want to defeat Voldemort, but not in this way, not through the uh life-seeking curse."

Ginny carefully observed Harry's face. After a while, she seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth. She shook her red hair and asked without hesitation: "What the hell is going on?"

"I" Harry opened his mouth, feeling extremely troubled, but from Ginny's expression, she had to get an answer tonight.

"Okay." He compromised, walked towards the cushion and sat on it. Ginny sat down close to him. "It will start after the ceremony, and I, Ron, Hermione and Professor Hepp were taken to the minister's office..."

Ginny listened quietly without interrupting her.

Harry stuttered at first, but then he became fluent. He said that he had "saw" Voldemort in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and that he had heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Ms. Bones with Hermione's help, as well as the special feeling when he got up from bed tonight, the buzzing sound in his mind, the pleasure of reciting the life-seeking curse for the first time... even his various worries were all expressed.

"President Dumbledore makes sense. You have a connection with the mysterious man. It is this connection that makes you more susceptible to him." Ginny said softly.

"I always knew, but I didn't expect it to be so close." Harry said in a muffled manner. After confiding, he was in a much better mood now. "If it weren't for my natural evil, there would be only one possibility. Voldemort passed on his knowledge and experience to me. I don't know whether he was intentional or unintentional, but I've been affected now."

"Why do you say that?" Ginny squealed, "You are completely different from him, you think so, do you think so?" She looked at Harry with confirmation.

Harry suddenly became dry and Ginny's face had a special look under the swaying fire. An impulse surged up and he said loudly: "Of course I am different from him! I will never use this spell on anyone, it is Voldemort's style."

As soon as Harry said that, his tense heart relaxed, as if he had taken off a heavy burden. The buzzing noise in his mind disappeared.

Ginny captured Harry's determination, she stroked her hair and smiled happily.

"What else are you worried about?" She pulled Harry up from the cushion. "What you need to do most now is to have a good sleep." Her face leaned over and kissed Harry gently. "In my heart, you will always be the hero who defeated the Black Devil."

Then she slipped away lightly like a cunning cat.
Chapter completed!