Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 321 Slap

Little Barty didn't realize what had just happened until everyone set off, until the pungent smell of blood in his mouth and nose reminded him of what had just occurred.

"you wanna die--"

Barty the Younger was furious and raised his wand to charge forward.

But all she got in return was a casual question from Thea.

Do you know what the biggest difference is between you and me?

Little Barty was stunned for a moment, then an uncontrollable ferocity erupted from his eyes, and no one doubted that he would kill the person he was looking at.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap echoed in everyone's ears, followed immediately by a synchronized sound of swallowing and everyone taking a half-step back—

"Even if I beat you to death right now, no one would dare to lay a finger on me."

After uttering her harsh words, Thea turned to face the crowd, only to be met with everyone taking a half-step back in unison.

Thea: "…………"

Am I scary?

Thea smiled politely.

Everyone: "..."

Three seconds later, everyone shook their heads rapidly!

"Then hurry back!!!"

Thea's expression changed instantly, and everyone became hesitant and flustered.

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With a blank expression, Thea walked past the Death Eaters, whose faces were filled with complex emotions but who avoided her at all costs, and arrived at her office without any hindrance.

She was initially puzzled as to why Voldemort hadn't come to "punish" her yet, until Gella told her that he was still in the lab, and then Thea suddenly understood.

What could be more important than his "immortality"?

No more.

Thea stared at her wrist for two seconds, then a smile slowly crept onto her lips, an air of undisguised... confidence.

"...Make sure everyone in the dungeon is settled. Don't wait until you need them to find they're gone..."

"...Send someone to check on Gadley and his team's progress. It's only about half the size of London, how come they've been searching for so long without any results?"

"...In addition, I would like to inform you of the benefits: I need to receive two complete engagement banquet program plans within a week."

"And the person we're liaising with at the Ministry of Magic—"

In the main seat, Thea flipped through the reports that had piled up over the past few days, while continuously giving instructions on all the important matters.

Whether they were called out or not, without exception, no one stopped writing.

Bella barged in at that moment.

She's never been good at reading people's expressions, or maybe she's just furious this time.

She barged in so roughly that the poor door wobbled precariously under her weight, making a creaking sound as it broke down.

"mother--"

"Snapped!"

Before everyone could escape, a familiar slap sound rang in their ears once again.

Everyone: "..."

Heaven is going to destroy me.

Clearly, Thea couldn't hear the cries of despair from the crowd.

She stood still, like a withered and decaying tree.

It wasn't until the stinging pain on half her face snapped her out of her daze that she belatedly waved everyone away.

As everyone felt a sense of relief and were leaving through the door, they all heard Bella's cold statement at the last moment.

"You failed to complete the task assigned by your master."

This is the first sentence.

"If I had known you were such a useless piece of trash, I should have strangled you back then!"

This is the second sentence.

[Is it embarrassing?]

[Being exposed by her own "mother" in front of so many people...]

She didn't consider at all the embarrassing situation her slap would put you in...

[If you don't handle this well, starting tomorrow, everyone will dare to ridicule you behind your back...]

[Hopefully, this slap won't be the beginning of your loss of authority.]

For the first time, Thea neither responded nor refuted the voice.

She slowly raised her head.

Before her eyes was a wisp of hair that had been knocked out and scattered, but that didn't prevent Thea from seeing the person in front of her—her "mother".

She was so angry that she spoke without thinking.

If she calms down, she'll regret it, right?

She might regret that her words were too rude, but she didn't regret saying them; she was simply expressing what was on her mind without any pretense.

She must have wanted to say this for a long time.

Thea's mind raced with many thoughts, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence:

"Have you had enough fun?"

"I have other things to do, so I won't stay."

Thea slowly moved back to her original position, flipping through the documents in her hands, but her mind was a mess.

Until the sound of that door completely breaking down.

Through the collapsed door, Thea clearly saw the other person's angry departing figure seem to pause for a moment, but soon she walked away without looking back.

Just a moment ago it was noisy and bustling, but in an instant it became as quiet as if someone had died.

In the dead silence, Thea's hands trembled as she groped for a pack of cigarettes in a drawer. Perhaps she was too distracted, because she burned her fingers with the flame when she lit the cigarette.

She smoked one cigarette after another, the thick smoke making her cough incessantly, but she kept going.

When the small ashtray could no longer hold the contents, someone poked their head in to deliver a message.

"The master wants you to go to the laboratory."

"……understood."

Thea realized her voice was off, so she picked up the glass on the table and gulped down a big mouthful of mint water before stopping.

After walking down a long corridor, turning two corners, and going down two flights of stairs, you'll reach the laboratory.

As always, Thea expertly cut her wrists and bled, her movements incredibly practiced.

It wasn't until the bottom of the glass was gradually covered in red, and Thea began to feel dizzy, that Voldemort, who was not far away, finally spoke.

"I heard Dumbledore isn't dead?"

That's just an unrealistic guess.

Under the cold white light, Voldemort's tone was calm, yet it concealed a murderous intent.

"But it seems I've heard a lot of so-called 'evidence'?"

"Thea, do you have any explanation?"

Thea only looked up after the last sentence was uttered.

Their eyes met, and Thea slowly uttered a question:

Why must Dumbledore die?

"He was so old, and he was still murdered. How pitiful..."

By the end, Thea's voice was very soft, and her eyes were almost closed—she was very dizzy.

"is it?"

Voldemort's tone was icy, and Thea was certain that he was considering the possibility of locking her up here and turning her into a blood bag.

"What's the difference between him not coming out and being dead?"

Thea's change of tone surprised Voldemort.

Thea continued speaking.

"It's been so long since he fell from the tower, why hasn't he shown up if he's still alive?"

"There are two possibilities now."

"First, if he dies, everyone will be happy. The rumors we're talking about now are just something those petty people use to fool people."

"Secondly, he didn't die, but he hasn't shown up..."

At this point, Thea slowly smiled.

"He might be injured and unable to come out, or his injury might be too severe for him to come out and be of no use at all."

"So what do we have to worry about?"