In a way, Harry thought he had a better say.

He rubbed his forehead hard, and it seemed like a thousand bees were buzzing in his head. He recalled the pain of his scar over and over again. It was indeed only when Voldemort appeared that it was more intense. There were a few exceptions, and that was when Voldemort's mood fluctuated violently, but since the brain block technique was invented, this situation has become much less.

But he is really different. The voice in his head can prove it.

Harry swallowed, picked up his wand, and tiptoed out of bed. There are two places to practice magic in the Black mansion. Harry chose to go downstairs because the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, Fred and George, and Neville lived on the fourth floor. Sirius lived on the fifth floor, and he always had a good ear.

The night was terribly quiet and dark around him. He didn't dare to turn on the magic light. He could only grope in the dark with his memory and step carefully on the floor. Every pinpoint sound made him terrified. Harry couldn't help but be glad that he didn't wear shoes.

He quickly found the handrail of the stairs going down, and his movements became lighter as he approached the second floor. Hermione and Ginny lived on this floor. "Plop!" Harry missed a step. He missed a step and almost fell. His heart was pounding. He held his breath and listened carefully to the movements around him.

Harry was worried that he would wake up Hermione and Ginny, and also worried that he would wake up the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging on the wall of the first-floor hallway. She was Sirius' mother, and her mind was filled with all kinds of decadent and old ideas. Unfortunately, these ideas were inherited by her portrait. Because there were so many people living here recently, she was obviously very reluctant. She would curse in the most vicious language when she got the chance. If he woke her up, she would never miss the opportunity to wake everyone up from their dreams.

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

There were no accidents on the rest of the journey. He carefully avoided the wrinkled elf head on the decorative board of the stairs on the first floor, and didn't touch the umbrella stand made of the troll's broken leg, and successfully found a trap door. He opened the door, and a staircase went straight down.

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

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

There was a strong soundproofing effect here, and Harry had no idea that what he was going to do next would be heard. He turned on the switch, and the torches on the wall lit up. In the center of the spacious basement, there were seven or eight tattered targets placed randomly, with traces of various magics on them. They were the results of their efforts these days.

He sat on a cushion with a hesitant expression.

"I'm just trying." Harry said to himself. He stood up and raised his wand, but he couldn't make up his mind several times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said

, "Avada!"

A dazzling green light flew out from the tip of the wand, and the spell missed and hit the black stone wall. Harry gasped, and all kinds of destruction and killing pleasure flashed through his mind. The buzzing in his head was extremely exciting, constantly tempting him and beating his eardrums. But soon the brain block technique started to work on its own, and he broke out of this state. He began to hate his own behavior and his adventure tonight. The strong disgust made him retching constantly.

Maybe 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 suddenly and looked in the direction of the entrance. It was opened at some point, or he didn't close the door before. He didn't have time to think about the reason, because he needed to deal with more difficult troubles at the moment.

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

Ginny was standing at the door in pajamas. She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of disbelief, and seemed to be terrified. When Harry called out her name, Ginny took a step back subconsciously.

She saw it! She saw me cast the Killing Curse! Harry screamed frantically in his heart. The voice in his head began to tempt him again, but he would never agree.

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

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

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

He recited the worst of the Unforgivable Curses without any knowledge, and the power of the spell was not much worse than his Disarming Curse. This is the most terrible thing.

He heard footsteps.

Was he running away? Harry thought, this was as it should be. It was surprising enough that Ginny didn't wake up the others. Perhaps he should explain a little, at least not let her reveal this matter, but he couldn't think of a reason to do so. A bigger worry arose. If Ginny told others, how would they look at him?

Names flashed through his mind, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley... When he thought of Mrs. Weasley's eyes no longer full of love when looking at him, his heart began to ache.

Harry saw a pair of shoes.

He looked up in astonishment and met a pair of brown eyes. The lines around Ginny's lips were tightly pursed.

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

"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 in this way, not through the killing curse."

Ginny carefully observed Harry's face. After a long while, she seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth. She shook her fiery red hair and asked bluntly: "What's going on?"

"I..." Harry opened his mouth and felt 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 story starts after the awarding ceremony. Ron, Hermione and Professor Hep were taken to the Minister's office..."

Ginny listened quietly without interrupting.

Harry stuttered at first, but then he became fluent. He talked about how he "saw" Voldemort in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, how he heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Ms. Bones with the help of Hermione, and the special feeling he had when he got up from bed tonight, the buzzing in his head, the joy of reciting the Killing Curse for the first time... He even spoke out all his worries.

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

"I have always known it, but I didn't expect it to be so close." Harry said sullenly. After talking, he was in a much better mood now. "If it is not because I am born evil, then there is only one possibility. Voldemort passed on his knowledge and experience to me. I don't know whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, but I have been affected now."

"Why do you say that?" Ginny said sharply, "You are completely different from him, don't you think so?" She looked at Harry as if to confirm.

Harry's mouth suddenly became dry. Ginny's face had a special look under the flickering firelight. An impulse came over him, and he said loudly: "Of course I'm different from him! I will never use this spell on anyone. That's Voldemort's way."

As soon as the words came out, Harry's tense heart relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The buzzing noise in his head disappeared.

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, "What you need to do most now is to get a good sleep." She leaned over and kissed Harry's mouth lightly. "In my heart, you will always be a hero who defeated the Dark Lord."

Then she slipped away lightly like a cunning cat.

Harry froze in place, as if he was cast under a special magic, and his whole body was petrified.