Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 351 Verification

"Thank goodness, we don't have to be as miserable as last time... Last time was truly - we were surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind, we were incredibly unlucky!"

"Last time?"

Thea's curiosity was piqued by Ron's comments, and Hermione kindly explained it to her.

"Ron was referring to the time we broke into Gringotts and escaped into the forest with the pendant."

“The situation was really bad at that time. Ron was injured, we lacked medicine and food, and there were Death Eaters chasing us from behind at any moment…”

As Hermione recounts her story, Thea slowly unearths this memory from a series of Death Eater action reports.

"You've really worked hard."

Thea's sincere tone earned her a hearty wave of Hermione's hand, "What's that? It's all in the past!"

Thea was amused by Hermione's tone, but when she opened her mouth, it turned into a series of coughs.

After she finished coughing, a thermos was handed to her.

"We'll continue walking in two minutes."

Thea didn't make a fuss; as she drank the hot water, her itchy throat felt much better.

After this little incident, Ron and Hermione fell silent, afraid that Thea would be triggered to cough again.

The group walked forward with their heads covered, and as they walked, Harry noticed the unusual sight of a flock of birds taking flight.

With a hand signal, the group found cover in unison. A few dozen seconds later, Harry stepped forward, but found nothing.

"Be careful, things might be dangerous ahead."

Harry, who had warned his companions, glanced at Thea seemingly casually, but Thea was busy tying her shoelaces and didn't notice Harry's gaze.

We walked a few hundred meters further.

The forest remained quiet, but for some unknown reason, Thea's heart skipped a beat.

She glanced up at Harry, who was walking at the front, then silently continued walking forward with her head down.

The wind whistled, making the last remaining leaves on the branches rustle.

Little Barty stood on a small hill, and despite the many branches separating them, he immediately spotted the one in the middle of the four—

He couldn't help but touch the side of his cheek—the spot where Thea had punched him.

"traitor--"

The murmurs faded into the wind, and Little Barty lowered himself again, like a wild beast waiting to strike.

On the other side, Harry's ominous premonition grew stronger as they ventured deeper into the forest, and even his steps became so heavy that Hermione couldn't help but cast a questioning glance at him.

"what--"

A piercing sound, like tearing silk, shattered the tranquility of the forest.

Hermione looked up in astonishment at the sound and saw Harry already half-lying down beside Thea, and to their right was a large patch of land scorched by a curse.

"Young Master, how have you been?"

Barty, who had been hiding on the hill, finally stood up straight. Looking at Thea, who had almost fallen after being pushed away by Harry, he subconsciously licked his lips.

"As expected of the young master, he always has protectors wherever he goes—"

The flippancy and malice in those words almost pierced through the screen, easily causing Ron and Hermione to clench their fists.

Thea then shifted her gaze from Harry in front of her and turned to Barty, who was having another episode.

"You have such a foul mouth, haven't you had enough of my beating last time?"

Mentioning the last time, the faint smile on Little Barty's face vanished instantly, and even his tone became much more somber:

"You're courting death—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a beam of green light shot straight toward Thea.

Thea had anticipated this move and immediately rolled away to avoid the attack.

The war thus began.

The Death Eaters charging straight down instantly clashed with Thea and her three companions.

The enemy outnumbered them and, seeing the situation was not good, Harry and his friends retreated while fighting.

Thea caught a glimpse of their movements out of the corner of her eye, dodged Hermione's attempt to grab her hand, and went to meet Harry.

In the instant the two brushed past each other, no one noticed the magic wand that had appeared in Thea's hand.

Soon, Thea turned around and ran in another direction.

"Little Barty, did you hear that? Your dad's calling you home for dinner!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a father!"

"Hey, you don't seem to have a mother, do you?"

"Look at my memory!"

Even dragons have their Achilles' heel, let alone Thea, who was clearly targeting Little Barty's Achilles' heel.

Little Barty's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he stared at Thea relentlessly, raining down spell arrows at her!

Seeing that the main attack had shifted to a different point, the remaining Death Eaters followed suit and rushed in that direction.

Hermione, sensing something was wrong, tried to rush over there, but Harry grabbed her arm tightly.

The disbelief in his eyes seemed about to burst out of their sockets, and the iron grip on his arm proclaimed the reality of it all.

In that instant, Hermione had many questions she wanted to ask.

"Don't you like her?"

"Weren't you having a pleasant chat with her this morning?"

"You just risked your life to save her!"

A stiff body, a loss of reason, a wildly beating heart, and dizziness from the reversed flow of blood—

Are all of these fake?

In those few seconds of stunned silence, Ron had blocked countless attacks for them.

Harry frowned, then shoved Hermione into Ron's arms and said, "Meet at the exit."

He rushed off towards Thea and Little Barty without looking back.

He's going to take a look.

He has to go and see.

In the vast forest, Little Barty, blinded by anger, finally came to his senses amidst his dwindling companions.

"mean--"

Thea paused for two seconds before bursting into laughter without any restraint.

"You? You still have the nerve to call me despicable? Hahaha!"

Thea laughed heartily, while Little Barty's face grew increasingly gloomy.

"Little Barty! Now even your dad doesn't want you anymore!"

"You only have one Voldemort! But Voldemort treats you like a dog!"

Thea screamed until she was hoarse:

"He treated me like a dog too!"

"But he didn't know that dogs can bite!"

"I'm going to bite off chunks of flesh from him, bite him to death!"

At this moment, Thea's expression was ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"You're a madman!"

"How dare you call me crazy..."

As she spoke, Thea raised her wand and blocked Barty's attack again.

"Don't you know how I went mad?"

"Household confinement, blood sampling, experiments, treating me as a prize..."

"If it were you, wouldn't you go crazy?"

Thea's tone was sarcastic, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was even more glaring.

"Even a cornered beast will fight back—"

Despite Thea's ferocity, Little Barty remained unmoved, and the frequency of the spells in his hands increased once again.

Harry, hidden in the shadows, once again redefined his understanding of Thea's fighting prowess.

He wasn't blind; he could tell that Little Barty had gone all out. But Thea was different; she had managed to hold out against Little Barty by trading blows for injuries.

Who will win between the two of them?

Looking at the bloody wounds on his palms from being pinched, Harry forced himself to walk outside.

I hope you're the last one to come out, Thea.