"You... how could you, how could you use Avada Kedavra!" Looking at Snape lying motionless on the ground, Ginny sounded panicked and furious. "That's an Unforgivable Curse! How could you..."
"I had no choice either, my dear Ginny. Who told him to discover our secret?" Black Ginny, however, seemed utterly unconcerned.
"In that situation, either he died or we did. Summoning the Evil God's divine offspring is a more serious crime than using an Unforgivable Curse. Surely you knew that beforehand?"
"But... but... that was... the Killing Curse..." Ginny's voice weakened a little, but she still could not hide her indignation.
"All right, he isn't dead, is he?" A trace of impatience crept into Black Ginny's voice. Constantly coaxing a little girl was very irritating for her.
Although she was supposedly only seventeen, nearly ten years had passed since she had gained an independent consciousness. She was already quite a mature mind-at least compared with eleven-year-old Ginny.
Besides, at the critical moment just now, Ginny had realized she was using the Killing Curse and forcibly interfered with the casting.
By then, however, the spell had already been completed and was about to be released. Though Ginny had done everything she could to stop it, she had only greatly reduced its power, without preventing it from hitting Snape.
With their current magical power, even a weakened spell was enough to kill.
But Snape had not died. Though he had lost most of his life, he really was still alive.
(Little Yeye: After those two cheaters, Professor Snape earned the title of lucky fellow who survived the Killing Curse. Throw confetti!)
The Killing Curse was not a conventional spell that inflicted physical damage; it acted directly on the soul. Its unique magical mechanism could shatter and obliterate a soul outright.
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