Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 153 Arrangements Before the World Cup

Thea spent a month of extracurricular tutoring at the Riddle mansion.

Until that Quidditch World Cup ticket arrived.

"……Father?"

Thea looked up at the...dark figure in the study with some confusion.

"The letter that Insect Tail brought over is addressed to you."

That dark figure was none other than Voldemort.

Thea wasn't too surprised. In fact, starting from the second week after Thea arrived at Riddle's old house, Voldemort's image, which had initially been that of a handsome nobleman, had gradually blurred into a dark shadow.

Fortunately, he can still speak.

Thea stepped forward and picked up the envelope from the desk.

The seal on the envelope had been damaged; someone had opened the letter before Thea did.

Thea didn't think much of it, her gaze drifting towards the dark figure beside her.

Voldemort noticed Thea's gaze and suddenly couldn't utter the words he had prepared.

Is the great Dark Lord going to admit that he secretly opened his daughter's letter?

That's absolutely impossible!

He was clearly worried that some shady people might lead his daughter astray!

Voldemort grew increasingly self-righteous, and just as he was about to explain the situation to Thea in a suitable tone, Thea spoke first:

“If my father is very curious, I can write to them and ask them not to seal the letter when they send it.”

Voldemort's carefully crafted explanation was effortlessly thwarted by Thea.

An inexplicable anger made the shadowy figure appear more solid.

Thea was quite surprised and wanted to go forward to check on her father's condition, but the dark figure simply floated away from the room.

That silhouette gave off an inexplicable feeling of fleeing in panic.

"Hahaha"

Voldemort had barely left when Thea's "arrogant" laughter rang out.

We can't keep this daughter!

Voldemort was thinking calmly.

Thea was now alone in the study, and she slowly unfolded the letter.

The above simply stated that the Quidditch World Cup was about to be held, and included a key to Malfoy Manor and several Quidditch World Cup tickets.

Thea was once again amazed by Lucius's thoughtfulness.

The other party didn't mention the Dark Lord once, seemingly treating Thea's trip as an ordinary tutoring session.

Moreover, the other party had prepared two options for Thea: she could go to Malfoy Manor to go to the Quidditch arena with them, or she could go directly to the Quidditch arena with the others. The other party had also prepared the tickets, and they were all in top-class boxes.

After reading the letter, Thea began to ponder Voldemort's thoughts.

She remembered that this Quidditch World Cup was ruined by the Death Eaters.

But why would Voldemort go to the Quidditch arena if he had nothing better to do?

Isn't he busy with the resurrection?

Why would they suddenly issue this order to the Death Eaters?

Could it be... a feint to one side while secretly advancing another?

Thea had a guess in her mind.

Sure enough, at the dinner table tonight, Voldemort casually dropped a bombshell on Thea.

"Go find Barty Crouch Jr."

what?

Let's not even talk about the fact that this person is already "dead." Even if he were still alive, I couldn't possibly bring him back all by myself.

Voldemort successfully saw the disbelief in Thea's eyes, and his anger at being outmaneuvered by his daughter vanished instantly.

"I've been told that Barty Crouch Jr. is either at Crouch's old house or at the Quidditch World Cup."

Voldemort said a few words to Thea, then his voice became serious, "Thea, this is the first task your father has given you. I hope you won't disappoint me, understand?"

Sensing the danger in Voldemort's tone, Thea immediately and respectfully agreed, not daring to be as "presumptuous" as before.

This kind of life did make Thea somewhat relaxed, which caused her to not realize for a moment that the other party was indeed her father, but he was also the Dark Lord.

Voldemort's thunderous outburst made Thea lose her appetite; she hastily ate a few bites of dinner and then got up to go back to her room.

She needs to think carefully about how to complete this task.

【Lord, are you really going to let our little master complete this task alone?】

The hissing sound characteristic of snakes made Peter shudder involuntarily. When he sensed Voldemort's annoyance, he immediately left the restaurant.

She is my daughter…

Nagini strained her ears, eager to hear the rest of what her husband, Lauder, had to say, but nothing came for a long time.

The spoiled little girl immediately turned and left.

I was originally planning to inform my little owner!

That annoying Lord Lauder, he just keeps you hanging on!

Voldemort looked at Nagini as she turned and left, a hint of doting in his eyes.

Nagini, you're probably the one who's been with me the longest in this world...

As for his daughter, ha, the Dark Lord never needed a daughter!

In his mind, there were only two types of people: those who could be used by him and those who could not.

The former was his "partner," and the latter was his enemy.

Without exception.

Voldemort's confident words were not heard by anyone.

Thea was unaware of what was happening in the restaurant; she was currently busy making plans.

The blank parchment in his hands was gradually covered by messy names, and lines of varying thicknesses connected some of the names.

If Voldemort could see these names, he would probably recognize many familiar surnames among them.

Thea pursed her lips, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as she mentally visualized the plan coming to fruition…

Suddenly, a strange sensation came from my feet.

[Nagini?]

"It's me! Little master, I'm sorry, I didn't get any information from Lord."

Thea chuckled and affectionately patted Nagini's head as she leaned in. "It's alright, I know Nagini has tried her best... By the way, I'm going to the market tomorrow to buy some food. Is there anything Nagini wants?"

【Yes, yes, yes! I want two super tender lambs!】

Okay, I'll definitely bring it back for you!

Thank you, little master! You're the best!

Voldemort, standing outside the door, listened with disdain to the pointless conversation inside, his mind filled with resentment towards Nagini.

Did you really win me over with just two lambs?

Have you forgotten how I raised you back then?

Hmph! You heartless bastard!

Voldemort grew angrier and angrier, and decided not to tell Thea the arrangements he had just made for her, to see if she would dare to flirt with Nagini again!