Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Father and Daughter Reunion

When the mark on Thea's hand became hot again, she saw a dilapidated villa in the distance.

"...Master...has arrived..."

Peter didn't know how to address Thea, so he just gave a vague answer.

The person on the sofa frowned slightly; he disliked Peter's stammering tone.

“Go and greet your little master, Peter,” Voldemort said coldly.

"...Yes, yes, yes..."

Peter rushed out, afraid that if he was too slow, Voldemort would cast a Crucifixion on him.

"...Young master, the master sent me to pick you up..."

Peter bowed respectfully to Thea.

Seeing Peter's attitude, Thea's eyes flickered, and then she strode towards the villa, with Peter quickly following.

"This is the one..."

Peter quietly pushed open a door to a room, and Thea went in without pausing for a moment, looking up at the man on the sofa in the room.

Contrary to the imagined bald image, the man's handsome face bore at least a 70% resemblance to Thea.

Upon seeing Thea enter, his dangerous eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently at the calm girl.

"You are better than I imagined, Thea."

"Thank you... Father."

Thea called out the name hesitantly, and anyone could tell that the girl was unfamiliar with it.

Voldemort didn't seem to mind the way Thea addressed him. "Sit down in front of me, my...daughter."

Voldemort spoke gently, like a true father.

Thea seemed oblivious to the other person's pause. She obediently sat down in front of Voldemort, and then a steaming cup of honey tea was pushed in front of her.

"Thea, as a father, I'm very curious about how you've been all these years. So, could you satisfy my curiosity as a father?"

Voldemort made no attempt to conceal his purpose. He stared at the girl before him, finding everything about her manners and attire impeccable.

Without hesitation, Thea picked up the teacup and took a sip of the warm tea.

She wasn't surprised that Voldemort would use some methods to prove his loyalty to her, but she didn't expect that Voldemort's methods would be so...gentle.

She had initially thought that Voldemort was planning to give her a Cruciatus Curse right from the start.

Not long after the tea went down her throat, a light, floating sensation came from deep within her brain, giving her an extremely relaxing feeling. However, the strange taste of bitterness and sweetness lingering in her mouth made her clearly realize that this was the effect of the truth serum.

"I've heard you're quite good at potions?"

"Professor Snape taught well."

Voldemort fell silent for a moment. His men seemed to be doing quite well after leaving him.

What is your opinion of Dumbledore?

"A coward who dares not touch power, who is clearly capable of becoming a leader in the wizarding world, but is blinded by his inherent pessimism."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow; he seemed to have noticed something different about Thea compared to him.

"You really like power?"

Voldemort's tone was devoid of emotion.

"Yes, I like the feeling of being in power."

Thea stared intently at Voldemort, her expression and tone revealing her seriousness.

"You're very brave..."

Voldemort looked at the girl expressionlessly and said.

Indeed, no one ever dared to mention their lust for power in front of Voldemort.

"Thank you for the compliment?"

Thea tilted her head in confusion, looking strangely adorable.

"cough…"

Voldemort covered his smile with a cough.

"...Do you need some water?"

Voldemort was stunned for a few seconds. Was this the other person's true feeling?

The room fell silent for a moment.

Voldemort stared intently at the girl before him, suppressing all his emotions and coldly scrutinizing this girl whose appearance was comparable to a female version of Tom.

Do you really like power?

"I enjoy the feeling of standing on high up and looking down at everyone."

Thea made no secret of her ambition; in fact, she was capable of resisting the effects of the truth serum if she so desired.

Thanks to Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey's continuous supply of potions over the years, she became acutely aware of her unique constitution and her drug resistance, which was almost identical to that of trolls.

Voldemort looked into the familiar ambition in the girl's eyes and, for a moment, saw a glimpse of his former self...

“You are my daughter, and you should naturally have great ambitions.”

Thea was unusually stunned for a moment before she reacted.

Voldemort suppressed his admiration and continued to ask Thea a few more questions, which Thea answered fluently.

"Well, there's one last question."

Voldemort slowly approached Thea, scrutinizing every expression on her face.

"What's going on with the basilisk monster from the second grade?"

A look of surprise flashed across Thea's face. "It's just a little trick..."

As Thea spoke, she took out a black-covered notebook from her backpack that Voldemort recognized very well.

“This is a notebook I got from…Miss Weasley; it might answer your question…”

Voldemort took the old man from Thea's hands.

Long, slender fingers slowly traced the cover, their jade-like whiteness standing out beautifully against the black background.

Seeing that Thea was about to speak, Voldemort immediately opened his notebook, instinctively not wanting to hear what Thea was about to say.

Thea saw Voldemort's actions and turned her gaze away with a hint of regret.

Actually, my father's hands are quite beautiful...

When Voldemort opened the notebook, a line of text immediately appeared on the first page: "Welcome back."

Voldemort ignored the words, instead placing his hand on the notebook's inner pages and slowly closing his eyes.

In the flickering light and shadow, Voldemort witnessed everything that had happened in this notebook.

From the moment the red-haired girl appeared, Voldemort frowned. Hadn't he given the notebook to Malfoy? How did it end up in this girl's hands?

Next, Voldemort saw the notebook gradually gain the girl's trust... She went to open the Chamber of Secrets... From the girl's statements after she awoke, the notebook gleaned the current situation at Hogwarts...

Next, Dorothea Black's name appeared in the notebook...

Then, the notebook ended up in Thea's hands...

Unlike Weasley's naiveté, Voldemort clearly saw that Thea's writing was always imbued with rationality...

Until Thea and the notebook finally confront each other...

If Thea hadn't revealed his secret, Voldemort would have really praised the girl for her meticulousness...

Next, thanks to Thea's methods, Voldemort was able to see everything the girl was preparing in the secret chamber...

Burning herbs, familiarizing oneself with the pipes, training the basilisk, polysaccharides...

From Voldemort's perspective, Thea's methods were far too crude; under the same conditions, Voldemort could have done much better.

But Voldemort felt relieved when he thought that Thea was only 12 years old at the time.

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes only after he could no longer see the screen.

Voldemort was delighted when his gaze fell upon the girl's barely concealed anxiety.

"Sharp insight, efficient execution, and bold imagination are all key factors for your success."

"Thea, you are outstanding. At least among the peers I have seen, no one can compare to you."

If other Death Eaters were present, they would probably be so astonished by Voldemort's praise that their jaws would drop.

Merlin's beard, when did Lord become so good at praising people?

“You have great talent, and I don’t want to see your talent go to waste.”

"Thea, as a reward, I can teach you magic. Believe me, there are very few people in this world who have the honor of being taught by me."

Voldemort looked at the girl in front of him with admiration and satisfaction, as if he were looking at his most perfect work of art.

"Tell me, what spell do you want to learn?"

Is it the Fiery Curse, the Soul-Stealing Curse, or perhaps... the Killing Curse?