Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 296 The Little Madman

The dawn is just an illusion; work is the reality.

Young Master Nott interned at the Riddle Company for nearly two weeks, memorizing almost a hundred potion recipes. After continuously brewing potions and causing four or five cauldrons to explode in succession... he finally woke up!

Thea's claim of reading the documents was ultimately a lie; his role here was clearly that of a pharmacist!

Theodore, feeling he had seen through the harsh realities of life, felt wronged. He had hoped to use this frustration to his advantage and perhaps win a few hours of time with Thea, but this beautiful plan was ultimately shattered.

"What?" Theodore blurted out after a moment of stunned silence.

He slowly lowered his head, his half-closed eyes concealing all the emotions in them. His fingers unconsciously tightened their grip until the glass bottle in his hand made a sound of breaking under the weight, at which point he realized what was happening.

"This is a potion for Thea."

Theodore spoke coldly, but his movements as he handed over the potion were careful.

Gella: "..."

"You're just leaving like this? Aren't you going to ask me anything else?"

Gella hurriedly called out to Theodore, who was turning to leave, her curiosity overriding her fear at that moment.

"if not?"

Theodore slowly turned around, his coldness in his eyes undisguised.

Don't try to guess anyone's intentions.

In the dim light, the boy's delicate features suddenly took on a more sinister air.

“Besides,” Theodore said, stroking his wand in his pocket, “with such a loose tongue, are you planning to give up?”

After uttering this threatening remark, Theodore left without lingering, leaving Gella stunned in place.

After a while, Gella stamped his numb feet, muttered something like, "I knew this guy was no ordinary person!", and slowly went back.

On the way back, Gella put the threat out of her mind and secretly worried: Thea had just had her blood drawn the day before yesterday and had barely escaped yesterday, which made her secretly happy. But she didn't expect Thea to be sent out today!

Damn Voldemort!

Can't you see how skinny my little Xaya is? If I hadn't been feeding her all sorts of good food these past few days, with the frequency of your blood draws, I wouldn't be surprised if Xaya suddenly died one day!

Thinking of Thea's health, Gella pursed her lips with heartache and gripped the potion bottle tightly in her hand.

Gella didn't doubt Theodore's potion-making skills; after all, he was the kind of guy who would one day have his name in potions textbooks.

Gella quickened her pace. Although she had many things to do, the most important thing right now was undoubtedly to hand the bottle in her hand to Thea.

Who should I contact?

Gella scrolled through the list in her mind, slowly making calculations.

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It wasn't until she stepped onto solid ground that Thea could see her destination on this business trip.

—Godrick Valley.

A magical valley, the hometown of many famous people mentioned in textbooks, such as Dumbledore, and... Potter.

Thinking of that stubborn little boy with green eyes, a strange feeling rose in Thea's heart.

In retrospect, she and Potter could be considered "arch-rivals".

They are the same age, separated by countless people, including the blood feud of their own family, both carrying the hopes and interests of countless others, and both destined to be each other's enemies since infancy. Their similarities are unbelievably high.

Of course, besides gender, there is an even bigger difference between them—their opposing black and white camps.

Thinking of this, Thea suddenly smiled and casually touched Nagini, who was swimming alongside her.

"Nagini, I'm a natural-born villain! Aren't you happy?!"

It possesses a calm yet slightly manic quality, along with a touch of nonsensical comedy, making it exceptionally effective on this deserted street.

At least out of the corner of her eye, Thea saw at least four or five Death Eaters back behind her.

Thea found it amusing and immediately threw an explosive spell at them.

Amid the aftershocks of the air explosion, Thea ignored the dust and smoke covering the area and said calmly, "Your actions are disturbing me."

After Thea uttered this absurd statement, she was greeted by a group of Death Eaters kneeling on the ground.

They knelt down, oblivious to the scorching ground and the still-smoldering embers, kneeling motionless like a group of lifeless statues.

Across from them, Thea casually stroked Nagini's snake head. The rough scales scratched her palms, leaving them red and swollen, but she didn't care. A strange light flickered in her lowered eyes.

Why was I the one who died?

Why is it that I'm about to die, but these useless people in front of me are still alive and well?

Why, why, why?!

It felt like a giant hammer was pounding violently inside Thea's head.

I really want to take them all down with me...

So many talented people, it's such a pity they didn't accompany her, this "young master," in death...

"Pat-a-tat,"

A barely audible sound made Thea look up slightly, and a snowflake landed gently on her cheek, incredibly soft.

"It's snowing..."

Thea's eerie voice rang in their ears, but the kneeling crowd didn't even dare to raise their heads. They were absolutely certain that if they dared to raise their hands, this little madwoman would send them home with a deadly curse.

The Death Eaters had gotten used to Thea's madness—after all, anyone would get used to being "taught a lesson" by this little madwoman for weeks on end with some unreasonable reasons, and having nowhere else to turn for help.

Just bear with it, maybe the little madman will be in a better mood tomorrow?

Death Eaters, who have always taken self-preservation to the extreme, would never engage in direct confrontation, which is why they have developed such a high level of awareness!