Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 299 Surprise Attack

Thea fell silent for a moment after hearing Harry's persistent questioning.

Silly child, your professor didn't ask me to pass on anything to you.

But... I have it.

Dorothea Black has it.

Harry and Hermione assumed that Thea's sudden silence was due to her thinking or reminiscing.

This recollection has clearly been going on for a while.

But Harry and Hermione are still waiting patiently.

Until Bashirda moved.

She slowly picked up the only cup on the table that Harry and Hermione hadn't used and insisted on putting it in Harry's arms.

Harry: "???"

"Are you... thirsty?"

Bathilda didn't say anything, but kept shoving the cup into Harry's hand. Reluctantly, Harry accepted the cup.

Seeing Harry accept the cup, but still with a clear and innocent look in his eyes, Thea sighed silently in her heart.

Bathilda fell silent again.

Her next move left the two of them even more confused.

She stubbornly shoved the teapot lid into Harry's hand.

Then, after Harry took it, she stared at him blankly, seemingly lost in her own world again.

Looking at Bathilda in this state, Harry felt a strange feeling rising in his heart.

He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Besides these, there's one more thing..."

Bathilda's hoarse voice rang out again, and before the two could react, she headed towards the stairs.

After going up two steps, she seemed to notice that Harry and Hermione hadn't kept up, so she turned back to look at them, as if silently urging them on.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, then followed Bathilda.

The old man might not have realized what was happening yet, but now the real show is about to begin!

Harry thought to himself with certainty.

Hermione, however, thought differently. The clever little witch sensed something was amiss when Bathilda insisted on handing the cup and lid to Harry.

Bathilda was definitely not confused to give those two things to Harry!

She had just given her the correct answer a moment ago!

So why doesn't she just say it outright?

Is it something I can't say?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Hermione also tightened her grip on her wand slightly, then she followed Harry and gave him a seemingly ordinary pat on the shoulder.

"Didn't you even wait for me?"

"...No...I'm sorry."

Harry seemed a little shy and stammered in response.

"arrive."

Bathilda's voice suddenly rang out.

"Where...where?"

Harry looked around warily.

"Here... is it!"

As the last character was uttered, a pile of old clothes rose from the corner, aimed directly at Harry's head!

"Flames are raging!"

Harry reacted quickly, dodging the snake's attack with a sideways roll. Although his left arm was throbbing with pain, it didn't stop him from casting a spell.

"Crushed to pieces!"

Hermione's spell successfully struck Nagini, and the pain caused Nagini to immediately turn around and aim directly at Hermione.

What are the attack methods of snakes?

Strangulation.

Strike with the snake's tail.

The first method failed because the room was too small, and Harry and Hermione were agile, so Nagini couldn't catch them for a while.

Although you can't strangle it, you can always strike it with its tail.

Harry and Hermione were both unfortunately struck several times by Nagini's enormous snake tail.

Within minutes, the second floor was basically reduced to ruins, and the entire building began to sway precariously.

No, they have to run!

This house is going to collapse!

Where is the exit?!

Can he apparite?

That doesn't seem feasible; the venue is too small!

Harry racked his brains for a solution.

When they came in, he thought he saw a hedge on his right!

Yes, the second floor is about five or six meters high. If they jump down, there are flower beds below, so they might not necessarily die!

Harry had an idea and began to slowly approach the window.

Hermione guessed Harry's thoughts, her eyes lit up, and she began to cooperate with Harry.

They quickly reached the window, but just as they were about to jump, Harry caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye—

Bahida.

She seemed terrified, huddled trembling in the corner.

Can't save?

Harry hesitated for once.

And what is Thea doing while she's "shivering"?

She is indeed not in good condition.

She was accidentally injured.

To be precise, the wound on her arm was pierced by shards of glass that flew through the air during the fierce battle.

If it were just an impact without bleeding, it would be fine. Unfortunately, the glass shard pierced her right arm directly, and her previous wounds reopened under the stimulation, causing blood to gush out immediately. Even Thea was in so much pain that she gritted her teeth.

The Death Eaters who were hiding in the rafters were also stunned.

Before he could react, a hand suddenly reached out in front of him—a clear act of obstruction.

why?

Is that madman planning something again?

Death Eater A thought it was increasingly possible, so he continued to lurk on the roof beams, occasionally avoiding the undeserved disasters brought by Nagini.

That little madman always has a way.

He thought about it casually.

By this time, Thea had gotten used to the pain. As she simply wrapped her wound tightly, she wondered why the Death Eaters didn't attack, but instead let Nagini deal the most damage throughout.

Before she could even think things through, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her right arm.

She instinctively wanted to stab him with a dagger, but when she looked up, she froze.

Porter?

What is he doing?

Hostage takeover?

Thea was completely bewildered, and the Death Eaters were no less so.

They were still waiting for Thea to give the order when they looked up and saw a scene that resembled an alien invasion:

Porter came running over.

Potter dragged Thea away.

They jumped out of the window.

Wow, now they don't have to wait anymore.

Their time to die has come.

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Harry only realized something was wrong after he ran into the hedge.

The person he pulled... was too light!

Even if it's an old person!

This weight is wrong!

After countless horror movie scenes flashed through his mind, Harry resolutely turned his head away.

"hiss--"

Harry was so startled that he bit his tongue.

“X——”

He instinctively tried to shake off the other person's hand, but when his gaze fell upon the other person's bloodshot eyes and haggard face, he suddenly stopped.

A sea of ​​bright red filled my vision, just like the night Dumbledore fell to his death.

Harry was only in a moment of hesitation when a dagger silently pressed against his neck.

Meeting Harry's defiant gaze, which seemed determined to fight to the death, Thea calmly said, "Don't get agitated. If you die now, wouldn't Dumbledore's life have been wasted?"

Harry paused, his initial enthusiasm slowly cooling down.

Yes.

He cannot die yet.

Now is not the time.

"what would you like?"

Harry firmly believed in Thea's mercenary nature.

“Take me to the church,” Thea said, surprised by Harry’s quick thinking, “and in return, I have clues about Horcruxes…”

Harry's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the fierce glint in his eyes vanished in an instant.

"...I promise you."

Thus, the deal between the two was completed.

However, Harry was still a little confused. Why did Black want to go to the church? What was there?

The doubts made Harry increasingly wary, until finally, he made up his mind that if Black did anything unusual, he would risk his life to prevent Voldemort from succeeding!

Thea didn't care to guess Harry's thoughts; her expression was somber, and she exuded an indescribable danger.

She wasn't feeling well either.

Given the excessive blood loss and the drug resistance in her body, the fact that she hasn't fainted and can still threaten Harry with a dagger to his neck is a testament to her incredible will to survive.

Her current state is not suitable for exposing herself to those treacherous and ambitious men.

Despite their obsequious demeanor before her, they would not miss the chance to probe her strength and weakness should Thea show even the slightest sign of fatigue.

So she had to get out of their sight.

So she went to Harry.

To be precise, Harry bumped into it himself.

As someone who has made great strides within both the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, few people doubt the truthfulness of Thea's words when she gets serious.

Thank goodness, at least for this moment Harry believed it.

It wasn't until Harry dragged Thea all the way to the church that the numbness in her right arm finally caught Thea's attention.

She tried moving her right arm.

Then I received both good news and bad news.

The good news is that her right hand is still functional.

The bad news is: if the bleeding doesn't stop, she's going to die.

The worst news is that her consciousness is also starting to fade.