Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 252 Future

Thea and Gella continued their conversation until the end of the match.

Only at the very end did Thea reveal her true intentions.

"So, dear prophet, since I've spent an afternoon satisfying your curiosity, could you share with me the ending that's been circulating in your world?"

Gella was stunned. The first thought that popped into her mind was, "Thea went back on her word! She clearly said before that she didn't want to know the ending!"

After Gella's mind cleared, a faint unease washed over her. She had been the same proud and arrogant person who would refuse to give her spoilers without a second thought, and now...

Has the situation really become that urgent?

Seeing the tears welling up in Gella's eyes, Thea didn't hesitate and patted her on the shoulder. Her voice was as calm as ever, as if everything was under her control.

"Miss Prophet, there's no need to worry so much!"

"I just recently suddenly realized something,"

"Only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal!"

Seeing the smile on Thea's face, Gella slowly wiped away the tears in her eyes. Was that really the case? Was it just to take advantage of her?

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Gella hesitated and didn't ask them.

Thea has already given her reasons, so whether they are true or false, there is only one reason.

She didn't need to keep asking.

Anyway... she originally wanted to help her.

Having figured things out, Gella shook off her previous worries and began to wholeheartedly recite history books to Thea. She racked her brains and even told Thea about the marketing accounts that were trying to gain traffic, hoping that they might just stumble upon something useful and help Thea.

Gella went from being hesitant at first to speaking fluently, and the sun gradually set. The only constant was the rustling sound of Thea frantically taking notes with her pen and paper.

As darkness fell, Gellar hesitantly uttered the final sentence of the historical record.

"...In July 2014, Dorothea Black, the youngest Minister for Magic in history, announced her resignation and has since disappeared without a trace."

"Some believe that Miss Black died shortly after leaving office due to a recurrence of an old injury..."

Thea, who suddenly heard what appeared to be her death date, said: "………………"

"Ok."

Thea ultimately suppressed her inner complaints with her strong heart.

Seeing Gella let out a long sigh of relief, Thea then calmly asked the question that had been bothering her:

"So, how did she manage to walk into the Ministry of Magic openly and legitimately, as the heir to the Dark Lord, a figure universally reviled after the war?"

Gella was stumped by Thea's question. She knew the answer, but...

She couldn't say it!

Given how Kexia is acting... she probably won't lay a hand on me, right?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Thea certainly didn't lay a hand on Gella, but seeing Gella's reaction, Thea roughly knew what method her counterpart in that world had used.

Yes, her birth was her original sin.

She had no choice but to cover it up with medals stained with blood.

However... the two of them are quite in sync!

Thea thought to herself, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Just when Gella thought she had escaped a disaster, Thea grabbed her and headed toward the Black Lake without delay.

Time waits for no one, and she can't stay trapped in fear forever.

It's just... a lake!

游！

When Gella heard about Thea's "crazy" idea, she looked at Thea as if she were seeing a giant dancing.

“You’re insane!” Gella roared, her voice full of disapproval. “You know nothing about the natives beneath the Black Lake. Who gave you the courage to go in?”

Seemingly realizing her tone was a bit harsh, Gella changed her approach, "It's not like you absolutely have to go underwater. A flying broom will do just fine, won't it?"

“No,” Thea’s slow, deliberate words nearly drove Gella mad. “A small difference can lead to a huge error. I can’t overlook any variable.”

Worried that Gella wouldn't understand the Chinese, Thea even translated it for her.

"...Then...how can I help you? Can I help you call for help in time?"

Gella knew she couldn't change Thea's decision, but her anger still showed in her words.

“Yes,” Thea readily admitted, ignoring Gella’s astonishment, “If your communication bracelet is burning up, don’t hesitate to shout for help. Of course, it would be even better if you could call the professor.”

Seeing that Thea wasn't joking, Gella couldn't laugh anymore, and her anger was instantly dampened, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her.

She wanted to speak up and dissuade them, but knowing the history, she couldn't bring herself to say a word.

"Then... be careful."

When Gella watched as Thea deftly removed her outer robe and shoes, revealing the smooth inner lining, she knew she had been tricked again.

What are we discussing regarding the current situation?

What genuine feelings were revealed?

This is all Thea's trick!

She knew I wouldn't refuse!

She didn't want me to rest for even a minute!

Thinking about the Quidditch match she missed today, Gellar's sadness could fill a wizarding world book called "A River of Sorrow."

Thea was no longer in the mood to ponder Gella's feelings. As the sky darkened and the lake surface grew gloomy, Thea's fear intensified.

But reality didn't allow her to be timid, so she could only muster her courage, cast an enhanced version of the head-soaking spell on herself, and then nimbly jumped into the lake.

Perhaps Thea's movements were too swift and decisive, so much so that Gella, who was next to her, did not notice Thea's slightly trembling hand beside her.

From the moment Thea entered the water, Gella kept her eyes glued to the lake's surface until the shimmering ripples that had spread out from Thea's entry completely disappeared. Only then did Gella slowly walk toward a secluded corner—her presence by the lake was too conspicuous and would easily attract attention.

From afar, Gellar seemed to hear cheers coming from the Gryffindor dormitories.

She lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the sarcasm within them.

That's hilarious, Merlin is so unfair.

Students of the same age are born to be admired by the world and loved by professors, while others struggle and fight in the face of danger just to survive and barely make a living.

It's so ironic...

Gella didn't know how long she had been standing there until she saw ripples appear on the lake surface in another direction. She suddenly lifted her foot, but was frozen in place by a sudden numbness in her leg.

Fearing discovery, Gella dared not speak loudly and could only watch helplessly as Thea, like a lost soul, struggled to climb ashore, half her body submerged in water and the other half shivering on the bank, like a stranded fish.

Thea gasped for breath, the sudden exposure of her lungs to air causing her to cough uncontrollably for a long time until she recovered and got up to wave her wand to dry herself.

She didn't look around at all from beginning to end.

They didn't seem surprised by Gella's disappearance.

Thea silently used her shapeshifting magic to create a thick robe for herself to keep warm, wrapped herself in it, and set off.

Looking at this scene, Gella had a vague guess in her mind: even if she made up an alibi when she saw Thea tomorrow, Thea would probably open her clear and bright eyes, smile and nod and say that she knew.

She never seemed to place her hopes on anyone else; it was as if no one in the world could be trusted except herself.

She truly had no one she could trust.