Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 192 Returning to the Riddle Manor

Compared to the eerie old house before Thea left, the old house now... is still eerie...

After carefully avoiding a skull decoration scattered on the carpet, Thea slowly pushed open the door to the conference room located at the far end of the second floor.

A dozen pairs of eyes immediately turned towards the door, and upon recognizing Thea, everyone's eyes lit up with anticipation.

Thea avoided looking at the convulsing black-robed man near the door, and went straight to the end of the long table to greet her father with the utmost respect.

"It's been a long time, Father."

From the moment Thea pushed open the door, Voldemort had been watching her with a subtle and scrutinizing gaze. He didn't miss the girl's slight pause when she saw the convulsing man.

That's too kind.

Voldemort internally assessed Thea.

Even though his Death Eaters raved about the girl's unparalleled talent in dark magic, Voldemort was still not satisfied.

She is my most perfect creation, how can I be merciful to her?

“Come here,” he said briefly.

Thea obediently took a step closer to Voldemort.

"Give him a Cruciatus Curse."

Voldemort spoke as casually as if he were offering the other person a piece of bread.

Thea's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a brief pause, she fired a spell at the person with incredible speed from her wand.

The man's pained screams, which had just subsided, echoed again in the spacious conference room, leaving only a heavy sense of fear lingering in the air.

"Well done!"

Voldemort, like an ordinary parent seeing their child achieve excellent grades, was the first to applaud, and the other Death Eaters immediately followed suit.

The enthusiastic applause completely drowned out the man's painful screams.

"Thank you... my kind master, thank you..."

The man was panting heavily, struggling to stand up, but he clearly couldn't.

“At least you can still breathe, instead of becoming one of those people in a mass grave. I think that’s lucky enough, my dear old friend,” Voldemort whispered. “I’ve been merciful enough, haven’t I?”

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

The man's screams continued for a long time until he slumped his head down like a dead dog.

"Drag him out," Voldemort ordered.

Having seemingly vented his anger on the other party, Voldemort visibly became pleased.

“My daughter, Dorothea, is my heir.”

The Death Eaters responded loudly, and their applause dispelled the lingering shadows.

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Next, Thea began her special extracurricular training for each holiday, but this time it was particularly special because Death Eaters were her instructors, and the training content was naturally dark magic.

Thea wisely refrained from objecting, absorbing the ink like a dry sponge.

The inner journey of the Death Eaters, carefully chosen by Voldemort, is as follows:

I'm filled with trepidation and immense honor—how come my little master doesn't even know such simple black magic? (puzzled)—Holy crap, how did she learn so fast!—I think what I learned before was fake black magic (weary, lights a cigarette).

Soon, Thea, who had inherited Voldemort's dark magic talent, had exhausted the Death Eaters' rudimentary knowledge.

Feeling that learning is a lifelong process, Thea began to change her goals.

"You want to learn Occlumency?"

Voldemort's bloodshot eyes stared at Thea with a calm, still gaze.

Thea stood confidently in front of him, undaunted.

Voldemort subtly curled his lips into a smile; he'd grown quite bold, hadn't he?

"Wait!" Voldemort said before leaving.

A moment later, Snape, who was brewing potions in the Hogwarts basement, suddenly twitched his left hand, and all the horn powder from the horned dragon in his hand fell to the ground.

Without time to lament the loss of the potion, Snape hastily cast a Vanishing Charm, then fired a beam of white light towards the highest point of the castle before rushing into the fireplace.

His movements were very practiced, as if he had done it countless times before, or perhaps he had conceived it countless times in his mind...

Thirty minutes later, Thea was greeted by her new teacher (the old professor).

"Father? This is?"

Hearing Thea's perfectly natural address, Snape's face twitched involuntarily; he still wasn't used to people calling Voldemort "father."

Voldemort looked down and followed Thea's gaze, a glint of light flashing in his crimson eyes.

He chuckled and said, "Look at me, I had completely forgotten that we had such a talented person in our team."

"Lord..."

Snape was about to say something when Voldemort interrupted him, "Thea, didn't you want to learn Occlumency? Severus, he's a master in that field."

"Thank you, Father. I thought he was just an ordinary potions professor..."

"Oh, I remember, he's your...dean?"

"Yes, he also teaches us Potions."

"Professor... I used to really want to teach at Hogwarts..."

As a result, the principal disagreed, so you simply put a permanent curse on that position?

“I did indeed curse that position,”

Voldemort could see what Thea was thinking at a glance, but he didn't care. She was his daughter, and he would forgive her for some of her "outrageous" ideas.

“Alright, Severus,” Voldemort turned to Snape, “I’m leaving Thea in your care for now. I’m sure you have the time, don’t you, Severus?”

"Of course, it's my honor..."

Snape bowed his head respectfully.

"That's good." Voldemort left with a cryptic remark, leaving only the teacher and student staring at each other in the spacious room.

Facing the professor's inscrutable expression, Thea wisely adopted the demeanor of a good student, "Professor, shall we begin now?"

Seeing the other person's obedient student demeanor, Snape felt a surge of frustration as his anger was abruptly suppressed.

"Attend class!"

Snape forced out those two words through clenched teeth.