Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 143 The Dementor's Misdeeds

Thea first poked her head out of the hole in the willow tree, then took Zabini's outstretched hand and, with a little help, came out of the hole.

"How is the situation now?"

Thea slowed down slightly, waiting for the people behind her to catch up.

"The situation is not good. In the half hour before you came out, at least three groups of more than 30 Dementors passed by."

Zabini looked unusually unwell.

Upon hearing Zabini's words, everyone's expressions turned grim.

"Uncle, do you know any shortcuts to get to the castle quickly?"

Thea appeared calm on the surface, but the anxiety in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"……No."

Sirius struggled to maintain his composure, desperately searching through his memories.

"It seems we need to speed things up."

"Thea, why don't we wait for Dumbledore in the Shrieking Shack?"

Gella asked, puzzled.

"Because Professor Snape's head wound was not good, and Weasley's leg wound was too, Theodore didn't have enough white peony to heal the wounds immediately."

“If this drags on any longer, I can’t guarantee their wounds won’t worsen.”

After Thea finished explaining, Theodore chimed in with a comment.

The group hurried across the meadow, and just as they could see the lights shining from the castle, Thea suddenly looked up.

"...Uncle, do you know the Guardian Angel spell?"

"Of course! How could you..."

The originally bright moonlight suddenly dimmed, as if it had been blocked by something, and the pervasive chill began to invade everyone's thin outer garments.

Sirius stood there for a moment, seemingly dazed, as if the swarms of dark figures in the sky had stirred up some kind of memory within him...

Thea immediately pulled out the medicine and poured it down his throat.

Sirius was awakened by the bitter taste in his mouth, and then a wand was placed in his palm.

He looked at the girl's smile in surprise: "Uncle, I might have to ask you for help this time."

"…it is good."

"Run!" Thea shouted.

The speed at which the group ran was ultimately no match for the speed of the Dementor.

Peter was being pulled tightly by the rope binding him by Harry, stumbling forward. On the back of his neck, which was covered by his hair, a mark that was almost blended into his skin suddenly became hot.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the figure in front of him...

As the Dementors drew closer, Harry desperately tried to recall Professor Lupin's lessons and those happy memories...

Not only Harry, but Draco, Zabini, Theodore, and Sirius also tried to remain calm, constantly searching their minds for happy memories.

Thea was initially standing alongside Sirius in front, but when she turned around, she clearly saw Snape floating lower and lower, and the two men behind him waving their wands were also covered in sweat…

Just as Theodore and Gella were struggling to hold on, an upward buoyancy relieved their pressure.

"Thea!"

The two were pleasantly surprised for a moment, but were quickly shocked.

"Run! Run to Potter or Draco; they can protect you!"

Seeing their anxious expressions, Thea smiled and said, "No! I'm the one who brought you out here!"

Even with Thea's help, the four of them inevitably ended up at the bottom...

Just as darkness began to encroach upon the four, Gella and Theodore were about to struggle to unleash the Guardian Charm...

"Take the God's Protection!"

"Take the God's Protection!"

"Take the God's Protection!"

Three streaks of silver mist gradually condensed in the darkness into three animal entities of different shapes, instantly dispersing the Dementors behind the four people.

"Save Hermione!"

Before Thea could even express her gratitude, she caught a glimpse of the two staggering figures out of the corner of her eye and immediately yelled.

Thea breathed a sigh of relief as a stag ran toward the two of them.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at Harry with delight. "You did it!"

"Well done, man!"

Ron, despite the pain, gave Harry a thumbs up.

Just as the group was basking in the joy of escaping death, an unexpected incident occurred!

While Harry and Sirius were casting the Patronus Charm, Peter transformed into a mouse, broke free of his rope, and headed straight for the Forbidden Forest!

"Catch him now!"

Everyone knows that, but Draco, Harry, and Sirius don't have the ability to catch that rat while fighting off the Dementors.

Theodore and Gellar were exhausted, Ron had a leg injury, Thea's wand was given to Sirius, and the others were worried about Thea chasing after the enemy empty-handed.

Hermione and Zabini, the only ones still capable of fighting, haven't learned the Patronus Charm and are powerless against the Dementors.

But before everyone could dwell on it for long, the arrival of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey broke the suffocating atmosphere.

Even though they had heard Pansy explain the reason before they came, their expressions turned strange for a moment when they saw the unusual combination of the group.

Seeing that the person who resembled Peter was not among the crowd, and seeing the gloomy expressions on everyone's faces, the two instantly understood what was going on.

"Professor, Peter Pedirou has escaped into the Forbidden Forest. Can you bring him back?"

"...I'm afraid not, after all, a mouse is too small."

Before Thea could finish speaking, Dumbledore stopped her and told Madam Pomfrey to treat Snape and Ron's wounds first.

Then the group headed toward the medical wing.

"Damn rat!"

Sirius couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath on the way back.

Having just encountered Dementors, the group was in low spirits, walking silently and mechanically with their heads down.

"Professor, can the memories in the Pensieve be used as evidence?"

"Okay, but Thea, you need to rest now."

Dumbledore gently but firmly stopped Thea from asking the question.

Thea had no choice but to shut up. She had wanted to ask about Fudge...