Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 243 Questioning and Time

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The intense dizziness from Apparition almost made Thea lose her balance. She knelt in the empty hall for a while to recover before she could even turn her head to look at the lucky person she had "caught".

Upon seeing this, a surge of overwhelming joy immediately welled up in my heart.

In that exceptionally chaotic situation, where everyone was fleeing for their lives, Thea was incredibly lucky to find the person who was most valuable to her—Lukewood, one of the Silent Ones.

Just as Thea was figuring out how to make the most of this "life-saving grace," Lukewood woke up.

"You owe me a favor. How about you use the knowledge in your head to make up for it?"

Thea made no secret of her longing for the mysterious things and strange objects in the Department of Mystery; it was as if some unseen force was guiding her in that direction.

"...You?" Lukwood's tone was mocking. "A little girl who, having caught a glimpse of the light, dreams of soaring through the skies?"

Thea raised an eyebrow. She wasn't surprised by Lukewood's attitude. After all, she was only "lucky" to be standing in this hall because of her bloodline. She had just rescued him from the battlefield, and for such a small "favor," he was willing to give up his reliance.

That's absolutely shameless!

"Really?" Thea laughed. "I bet you'll tell me that knowledge sooner or later!"

Lukwood scoffed, "If you keep fiddling with those 'time gadgets,' you'll be dead before me sooner or later!"

Thea was shocked and was about to ask something when she was thrown into a panic by the other person's prophecy, "Those who play with time will eventually be played by time!"

How did he know?

Just by looking?

If he can see it, then can others see it too?

Ultimately, many of Thea's questions were suppressed after Voldemort's return.

In any case, getting through the immediate questioning is the most important thing.

"We won!"

What should have been a joyous remark became even more terrifying because of Voldemort's cold, deep-seated rage in his voice.

"What?" Voldemort paced slowly, causing every Death Eater to tremble in his wake. "Aren't you happy?"

"...Happy...Happy!"

The Death Eater who mustered his courage was knocked to the ground by the Cruciatus Curse in the next second. He struggled violently, but it seemed that he could never escape the force that wanted to crush every bone in his body.

The Death Eater's behavior made the atmosphere even more tense, and even Bella and Barty Jr. lowered their heads and remained silent.

Voldemort finally began to vent his anger.

"I'm getting senile... It was such a meticulous plan, yet you managed to get into the Ministry of Magic without any hindrance..."

"But what about you!"

Voldemort's tone became fierce, and he resembled a raging lion.

"I clearly sent 15 people, why did you only manage to achieve a score of 5?!"

"Are you tree stumps, or have these past ten years of comfort made you so fat that you can't even lift a wand?!"

Finally, Voldemort pointed directly at the Death Eater's nose and yelled, "Evan, answer me, are you an idiot? Or did I misjudge you from the start?"

Evan finally couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down with a thud. He then crawled on his knees toward Voldemort, begging for forgiveness with snot and tears streaming down his face.

In the end, he was punished with several Cruciatus Curses.

By the time the interrogation ended, the once spacious hall was filled with Death Eaters rolling around on the floor in all sorts of contorted poses.

Oh, and because their groans of pain were so loud, Voldemort specially added a tongue-locking and throat-locking technique to their punishment.

Actually, Thea was a little surprised that Voldemort hadn't cut out their tongues directly...

“Thea…”

"To!"

Thea was startled by Voldemort's call and instinctively shouted "Here!" leaving the other three standing there speechless.

"Ahem!" Voldemort cleared his throat and continued, "I heard you want a time-tamper?"

Before Thea could even nod, Voldemort immediately tossed her a small box that was clearly enchanted with a spatial expansion spell. "Inside are all the time-twisters in the Department of Mysteries. Take them and play with them!"

Watching Voldemort lead Bella and Barty away, honestly, if he had hair and a nose... Thea would really be captivated by him!

After all, who could resist a self-service unlimited ATM?

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After that day, Thea officially began her vacation.

The organization of Dumbledore's Transfiguration notes had stalled due to the conflict between the schools last semester. With the determination of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", Thea plunged into the notes.

She wouldn't admit it; she wanted to study the role of Transfiguration on the battlefield. After all, she had been incredibly envious of Dumbledore's mastery of Transfiguration since the War of the Mysteries, and having happened to gain some insights from it, she naturally didn't want to miss this good opportunity.

Just as she was immersed in the magnificent world of Transfiguration, Voldemort suddenly asked a question casually one day.

Are you going to Hogwarts again next semester?

"Um………"

How do you give a negative answer tactfully and without losing your true intentions in front of Voldemort, a boss who seems nonchalant but is actually holding his wand tightly behind his back?

In that instant, Thea felt her brain was operating at its fastest speed ever.

“…We still have to go,” Thea carefully observed Voldemort’s expression, afraid of stepping on a landmine. “We have to come back in a hurry; there are so many things and documents that haven’t been organized yet…”

"Can't Malfoy and the others help you pack?"

It's clear that Voldemort really wanted Thea to leave Hogwarts...

but……………

“Um…” Thea forced a fawning smile, “Those important documents are in the secret room… Malfoy and the others can’t go down there themselves…”

"...Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, flicked his wide sleeves, and strode away.

"call………"

Thea, who had narrowly escaped death, let out a long breath. Although it was difficult, she had managed to buy herself some time.

Although this period shouldn't be very long... I hope my speed can keep up with the speed at which Voldemort's patience runs out...