A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In a way, Harry thought he had more say.

He rubbed his forehead vigorously, as if a thousand bees were buzzing in his head, and he recalled the pain of the scar over and over again. It was only stronger when Voldemort appeared, with a few exceptions when Voldemort's mood fluctuated wildly, but since Occlumency, this has been much less common.

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

Harry swallowed, picked up his wand, and tiptoed out of bed. There were two places to practice magic in the Black House, and Harry chose to go downstairs, because the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, Fred and George, and Neville lived on the fourth floor. Sirius lives on the fifth floor, and his ears have always been very smart.

The night was terrifyingly silent, and the surroundings were pitch-dark. He didn't dare to turn on the magic lamp. He could only grope in the dark with memory and carefully stepped on the floor. Every sound the size of a pinhead made him terrified. Harry couldn't help but feel fortunate. No shoes.

He quickly felt the handrail for the downstairs, and his movements became lighter as he approached the second floor, which was home to Hermione and Ginny. "Plop!" Harry stepped in the air, he missed a step, almost fell, his heart was pounding, he held his breath, pricked his ears and listened carefully to the movement around him.

Harry was worried as much about waking Hermione and Ginny as he was about waking up the portrait of Mrs Black hanging on the first floor foyer wall—she was Sirius' mother, and her mind was full of rotten, old thoughts. , unfortunately, this idea was inherited by her portraits. Because there are too many people living in recently, she is obviously very reluctant. When she gets the opportunity, she will curse in the most vicious language. 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.

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

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

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

There's a lot of soundproofing here, and Harry isn't at all worried that what he's about to do next will be heard by others. He flipped the switch, and the torches 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 cushion with a hesitant expression.

"I'm just trying," Harry said to himself. He stood up, raised his wand, but hesitated a few times, and finally, gritted his teeth—

"Avada gnaws at the tile!"

A dazzling green light flew from the tip of the staff, and the spell missed, hitting the black stone wall. Harry gasped, all the pleasures of destruction and killing flashing through his mind, the buzzing excitement in his head, tempting him, beating his eardrums. But soon Occlumency worked on its own, and he broke free from this state, and he began to hate his actions, his adventures tonight, and the intense disgust made him gag.

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

Until he heard a suppressed scream.

Harry raised his head sharply, looking in the direction of the entrance - it had been opened at some point, or he hadn't closed it at all, and he didn't have time to think about why, because now he had more trouble to deal with.

"Ginny!?" Harry exclaimed, opening his mouth.

Ginny was standing in the doorway in a nightgown, covering her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief, as if terrified. Ginny took a step back when Harry called out her name.

She saw it! Saw me using the Death Spell! Harry screamed frantically in his heart. The voice in his head began to confuse him again, but he would never agree.

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

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

Harry lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, a strong sense of shame welling up in his heart, and his stomach turned upside down, and he wanted to gag again. What would Ginny think of him? A potential dark wizard? Or Voldemort second? He had been plagued by rumors like this in second grade, when some people thought he was 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 protection was in his blood, he was completely relieved of this worry.

But now the fear has returned.

Without any knowledge reserve, he chanted the worst of the unforgivable spells, and the power of the spell was not much worse than his strongest disarming spell. This was the most terrifying thing.

He heard footsteps.

Is it to escape? That's what it should be, Harry thought, it was enough to surprise him that Ginny didn't wake the others, maybe he should explain a few words, or at least tell her not to talk about it, but he couldn't think of a reason for that. . A bigger concern arose. If Ginny told others, how would they look at him?

Names flashed in his mind, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley... The thought of Mrs. Weasley's eyes looking at him was no longer full of love, his heart It started to hurt.

Harry saw a pair of shoes.

He looked up in astonishment and met brown eyes, the lines around Ginny's lips pursed tightly.

"You just want to avenge...?" she asked softly.

"It was an accident!" Harry blurted out, and Ginny looked at him in surprise. "I mean, of course I want to defeat Voldemort, but not this way, not with the — er — death curse."

Ginny watched Harry's face carefully. After a while, she seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth. She shook her fiery red hair and asked bluntly, "So what the hell is going on?"

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

"Okay." He compromised, walking towards the cushion and sitting on it. Ginny sat down next to him. "Things will start after the award ceremony. I, Ron, Hermione, and Professor Hepp are taken to the Minister's Office..."

Ginny listened quietly, without interrupting.

Harry stuttered at first, but then became fluent. He said he had 'saw' Voldemort in the halls of the Ministry of Magic, that he had heard Dumbledore's conversation with Lady Burns with Hermione's help, and the peculiar feeling of getting out of bed tonight, the buzzing in his head. The humming sound, the joy of reciting the Life Sucking Mantra for the first time... Even his various worries were spoken out in one go.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is right. You have a connection with You-Know-Who, and it is this connection that makes you more susceptible to his influence," Ginny said softly.

"I always knew it, I just didn't expect it to be this close," said Harry sullenly, feeling better now after talking. "If it weren't for the fact that I was born evil, there's only one possibility - Voldemort passed on his knowledge and experience to me. I don't know if he meant it or not, but I've been affected by it now-"

"Why do you say that?" Ginny said sharply. "You're nothing like him—do you think so?" She looked at Harry affirmatively.

Harry's mouth was suddenly dry, and Ginny's face had a peculiar look in the flickering firelight, and an impulse surged up, and he exclaimed, "Of course I'm not like him! I would never use it on anyone. That spell, that's Voldemort's way."

As soon as the words came out, Harry's tense heart relaxed, as if he had lifted a heavy load. The murmur that had been buzzing in my head disappeared.

Ginny caught Harry's determination, brushing her hair and smiling happily.

"Then what are you worried about?" She pulled Harry off the cushion. "All you need to do now is get a good night's sleep." She brought her face closer and kissed Harry lightly on the corner of his mouth. "In my heart, you will always be the hero who defeated the Dark Lord."

Then she slipped away lightly, like a sly kitten.

Harry froze in place, as if he had been enchanted by special magic, and his whole body was petrified.