A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

To some extent, Harry thought he had a better say.

He rubbed his forehead vigorously, there seemed to be a thousand bees buzzing in his head, and he repeatedly recalled the situation when the scar was painful. It was true that it was more intense only when Voldemort appeared, with a few exceptions, when Voldemort's mood fluctuated sharply, but since Occlumency, this situation has been much less.

But he is really different. The voice in my head can testify.

Harry swallowed, picked up his wand, and tiptoed off the bed. There are two places to practice magic in the Black House. Harry chose to walk downstairs because the Weasleys, Longbottoms, Fred and George, and Neville lived on the fourth floor. Sirius lived on the fifth floor, and his ears were always very good.

The night was terribly silent, and the surroundings were dark. He didn't dare to turn on the magic lamp. He could only groping in the dark with his memory, carefully stepping on the floor, and every pinpoint-sized noise made him terrified. Harry couldn't help but thank himself. No shoes.

He quickly touched the handrail of the stairs down, and his movements became lighter as he approached the second floor-this floor where Hermione and Ginny lived. "Pump!" Harry stepped on empty. He missed a step and almost fell. He was pounding, holding his breath, and pricked his ears to listen to the surrounding movement.

Harry worried that he would wake up Hermione and Ginny, as well as the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging on the wall in the hall on the first floor-she was Sirius' mother, and her mind was filled with all kinds of decadent and old thoughts. Unfortunately, this idea was inherited by her portrait. Because there are too many people who have moved in recently, she is obviously reluctant. She will yell in the most vicious language when she catches the opportunity. If she wakes her up, she will never miss the opportunity to wake everyone up from their dreams. of.

Harry waited quietly for more than ten seconds, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief without hearing any movement.

There were no accidents on the next journey. He carefully avoided the crumpled elf head on the stair decoration panel on the first floor, and did not touch the umbrella stand made of the giant monster's broken leg, and successfully found a trapdoor. He opened the door, and a straight downward staircase appeared.

Harry came to the second basement level. There was an open space in front of him. The six sides of the room were made of black stones. Professor Haipu said that this may be the abandoned spell laboratory of the Black family, but when he and Ron and Hermione came before, they only saw the pile of debris in the corner, as well as thick dust and cobwebs.

It took a long time to clean here. When the magic put on it resumes work, they will have a decent training room.

There is a strong sound insulation effect here. Harry didn't want to hear what he was going to do next. He turned on the switch and the torch on the wall lit up. In the center of the spacious basement, seven or eight tattered targets were randomly placed, with traces of all kinds of magic remaining on them-all the results of their hard work these days.

He sat on a soft cushion with a hesitant expression.

"I just try." Harry said to himself. He stood up, raised his wand, but made up his mind several times, finally, he gritted his teeth--

"Avada gnaws on big tiles!"

A dazzling wait until the green light flew from the tip of the stick, the spell was missed and hit the black stone wall. Harry panted, and the joy of destruction and killing flashed in his heart, and the buzzing in his head was so excited that he kept tempting him and whipping up his eardrums. But soon the Occidental Cerebral operation worked on its own, and he broke free from this state, and he began to hate his own practice, hate his adventures tonight, and the strong sense of disgust made him retching constantly.

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

Until he heard a depressed scream.

Harry raised his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the entrance-it was opened at some unknown time, or he hadn't closed the door at all before, he had no time to think about the reason, because he needed to deal with more troublesome problems right now.

"Ginny!?" Harry shouted with his mouth open.

Ginny was standing at the door wearing a pajamas, her mouth was covering her mouth, her eyes were full of weirdness, and she seemed terrified. When Harry called out her name, Ginny took a step back subconsciously.

She saw it! See me using a life-threatening curse! Harry screamed frantically in his heart. The voice in his head started to confuse him again, but he would never agree.

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

He, Harry Potter, had just used the Unforgivable Curse.

Harry lowered his head and dared not look at her, a strong sense of shame came to his heart, his stomach was upset, and he wanted to retching again. What would Ginny think of him? A potential dark wizard? Or Voldemort second? He was troubled by such rumors when he was in the second grade. At that time, some people thought he was a demon even more evil than Voldemort, so Voldemort wanted to get rid of him when he was a baby.

But when Harry knew that his mother's asylum was flowing in his blood, he was completely relieved of this worry.

But now the fear is back.

He chanted the worst of the unforgivable spells without any knowledge reserves, and the power of the spells was not much worse than his disarming spells. This was the most terrifying thing.

He heard footsteps.

Is it to run away? Harry thought, it should be. Ginny didn’t wake the others and it was enough to surprise him. Maybe he should explain a few words, at least don’t let her reveal it, but he couldn’t think of a reason for doing so. . Even bigger worries arise. If Ginny told others, how would they look at him?

Names flashed in his mind, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley... When he thought of Mrs. Weasley’s eyes looking at him no longer full of kindness, his heart It started to hurt.

Harry saw a pair of shoes.

He raised his head in amazement, and met a pair of brown eyes, and the lines around Ginny's lips pressed tightly.

"Do you want to take revenge for...?" she said sadly.

"This is 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 — uh — the killing curse.”

Ginny watched Harry's face carefully. After a while, she seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth. She tossed the fiery red hair and asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

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

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

Ginny listened quietly, without interrupting.

Harry stuttered a bit at first, but then became fluent. He said that he'saw' Voldemort in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, and that he heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Ms. Bones with the help of Hermione, and the special feeling when he got up from bed tonight, the buzz in his mind. Buzzing, the joy of chanting the Death Charm for the first time... even his various worries were spoken out of his head.

"Principal Dumbledore makes sense. You have a connection with the mysterious person. It is this connection that makes you more susceptible to his influence." Ginny said softly.

"I always knew it, but I didn't expect it to be so close." Harry said sullenly, and he was in a much better mood now after confiding. "If it wasn't because I was born evil, there is only one possibility-Voldemort passed on his knowledge and experience to me. I don't know if he intentionally or unintentionally~www.readwn.com~ but I have been affected now. ——"

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

Harry's mouth became dry suddenly, Ginny's face had a special look under the swaying firelight, and an impulse came up, and he said loudly, "Of course I am different from him! I will never use it to anyone. This spell, that is Voldemort's style."

As soon as he said the words, Harry's tight heart relaxed, as if he was unloading a heavy load. The noise that had been buzzing in my head was gone.

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

"Then what are you worried about?" She pulled Harry up from the cushion. "The most important thing you need to do now is to get a good night's sleep." Her face moved towards him, and she kissed Harry gently at the corner of Harry's mouth. "In my heart, you will always be the hero who defeats the Dark Lord."

Then she slipped away lightly like a sly cat raccoon.

Harry froze in place, as if by a special magic, his whole body was petrified.