Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 300 Nemesis

blood.

Even before he opened his eyes, the metallic smell at the tip of his nose made Harry feel nauseous.

Even with a suspicion, Harry, who was struggling to open his eyes, was still momentarily startled by the horror movie scene before him:

Although it wasn't a scene of overwhelming blood, that white-clad, black-haired horror movie character was just as formidable!

"...What are you doing, playing tricks on me again?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, even Harry was surprised by the hostility in his words, while the person who was being scolded seemed to accept it well.

She not only accepts it well, but she can even turn a deaf ear to it!

It was as if this malice was so low-level that it didn't even warrant her attention.

Harry, who hadn't received a response for a while, was speechless.

I have a certain urge to curse.

“Black!” Harry tried to hold back, but couldn’t. “You’re despicable!! How dare you knock me out?”

Harry's naive question finally received a response from Thea. She tilted her head, her face expressionless, but Harry could sense her indifference.

She's looking at you, but you're not in her eyes.

Or rather, the way she looked at me was no different from how she looked at the grass by the roadside.

Harry, realizing this, was speechless.

Faced with that look, Harry instinctively avoided the other person's gaze, which allowed him to see clearly what the other person was holding—a cigarette, a woman's cigarette that was already half-burnt.

The slender, pale hands, coupled with an equally slender cigarette, created an indescribable elegance.

Seeing Harry staring intently at the cigarette between her fingers, Thea showed no remorse for setting a bad example for the child; she even took a slow puff in front of Harry.

A few seconds later, wisps of smoke obscured her face, and a faint sigh reached Harry's ears.

Porter,

This was Thea's first response to Harry after they arrived at the church.

Compared to that light sigh just now, the next sentence was deafening to Harry.

"Is this what you're looking for with your hand hidden behind your back?"

As she spoke, Thea slightly curved her lips, casually extinguishing the cigarette at her lips, and her free hand held something that Harry was extremely familiar with—his wand.

Watching Thea's effortless movements, Harry strangely calmed down, and he stopped trying to break free of the rope binding his wrists.

"What a pity, you saw through me again."

Harry smiled slightly, a smile full of regret, as if he had just made a wrong move.

But Thea didn't want to indulge him.

"It wasn't a miscalculation,"

"From the moment you agreed to the deal, you were destined to lose."

"Potter, you've suffered so many losses at my hands, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

Perhaps influenced by Dumbledore over the years, Thea now speaks with a certain didactic tone, coupled with her unique villainous sarcastic tone, making her extremely provocative.

Harry also sensed the lecturing tone in Thea's words. Although he had already decided to back down for the time being, the image of the old man's white grave made it impossible for him to suppress his anger.

"...What gives you the right to feel no remorse?"

“a——”

Thea was taken aback by Harry's question, but before she could utter a single syllable, Harry burst out and stopped her.

"He used to value you so much!"

Hearing this, Thea understood what Harry was talking about.

Meeting Harry's venomous, "you deserve to go to hell" gaze, she gave a sarcastic smile.

"value?"

"If you value those so-called 'after-school teaching' activities, then I have nothing to say."

"Potter, the lessons we took with Dumbledore were different."

"Your course content is the Savior Growth Plan."

"And the content of my course is: how to abandon darkness and embrace the light—"

How to betray relatives and friends—

How did he kill his own father...?

"If you could experience what I'm going through, I swear to Merlin you wouldn't last a single day."

Even when venting her emotions, Thea's tone remained calm throughout, and it was precisely this calm tone that inexplicably gave people a sense of the authenticity of her narration.

Throughout the entire event, only the newly bandaged wound on her arm betrayed her resentment—it was already showing signs of reopening.

"Your father killed my parents."

After an unknown amount of time, a single sentence once again stirred up a huge uproar in this small space.

Ignoring the emotions slowly building in Thea's eyes, which eventually coalesced into a pool of black ink, Harry continued speaking.

"Not only me, but he also killed many more people's parents, children, teachers, and friends..."

"What exactly are you trying to say?!"

Thea interrupted Harry, a rare occurrence for her, her tone revealing a hint of impatience stemming from pain.

"Do you want me to pay for those people's lives?"

"Come!"

"Didn't you want to calculate it?"

"Do you want me to trade my life for yours? Or do you want me to separate my limbs, torso, and head, and see how many lives that would be worth?"

When the negative emotions accumulated to a certain point, Thea's face was no longer calm, but a twisted expression of immense madness and hatred. No one could tell that the madwoman in front of them was the once gentle Miss Blake.

Her wound had reopened, and the smell of blood made the space seem even more tense.

"No,"

Facing Thea, who resembled a demon, Harry's expression and tone were strangely calm; their roles seemed to have been completely reversed. "I'm just reminding you, lay down your weapons, or else—"

"Otherwise what?"

"You'll kill me?"

The statement seemed ridiculous enough that even the speaker couldn't help but laugh.

Only after she had finished laughing did Thea continue:

Do you have that ability?

“It will happen,” Harry said with the stubbornness of a naive young man. “One year isn’t enough, then two, three, you’ll die eventually.”

You'll die by my hand sooner or later.

Harry conveyed this meaning to Thea through both his expression and tone of voice.

Either you kill me today, or as long as I live and as long as you don't lay down your knife, I will continue to strive to kill you.

"Then I wish you all your dreams come true soon."

In the silence, Thea heard her own voice.

"I've really had enough of this world."

When Harry heard Thea's nonchalant acceptance, he thought for a moment that he had said something wrong. But wasn't he just making a declaration of a fight to the death, or was he just inviting her to a picnic?

How could she be so indifferent?

How could she underestimate him like that?!

After much thought, Harry could only come up with this one reason to explain it.

Recalling that meticulously planned scheme, Thea's rationality slowly returned, and she sighed inwardly.

If everyone can stay on that path smoothly, then Porter's challenge will be impossible to achieve; but if someone goes off track and causes the plan to deviate too much, then Porter's challenge... will be even more impossible to achieve.

After repeatedly assessing the feasibility and deviation of the plan, Thea gave Harry a pitying look.

The probability of her dying at his hands is about the same as an alien invasion of Earth.

However, if all they want is for her to die, then the chances are much higher.