Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 292 finalized

At dawn, Thea finally finalized her plan.

She closed her sore eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Her arms were so stiff they were numb, and suddenly Thea didn't want to tidy herself up properly anymore.

She's been so considerate of everyone for so long, yet in the end she's ended up looking like a ghost, neither human nor ghost. It's kind of funny.

But as she laughed, tears flowed even more freely.

Is it wrong for me to want to live?

If I'm wrong, then why haven't I gone to hell yet?

If that's true, then why is it so difficult for me to even live?

Strange and unusual thoughts swirled in my mind for a while.

In the end, Thea dragged her nearly broken body and buried herself in the thick blankets.

I really hope the ending comes soon.

I've had enough of this awful world.

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When Gella tiptoed in, this was the scene she saw: the girl lay unconscious on the bed, the heavy down comforter looking like a mountain, which only made things worse for the girl who was already on the verge of death.

“The…thea—”

Gella kept her voice as low as possible, afraid that if she snored too loudly, she would blow away the snow-like figure on the bed.

“…Gella?”

Thea was stunned for a moment before she reacted. She tried to pull back the covers and get up, but she didn't expect her body, which had been lying down for so long, to be so uncooperative. Before she could get up, a series of muffled and long coughs came out of her throat.

Thankfully, he didn't cough up blood.

After being helped into a seat by Gella who rushed over, Thea couldn't help but feel a moment of relief as the thought popped into her head.

How could you—

Before Thea could finish speaking, she looked up and was stunned by the tears in Gella's eyes.

what's the situation?

Why do you look like the world is collapsing?

I don't remember coughing up blood just now!

Thea silently pondered the reason for Gala's tear-filled eyes.

But this silence only made Gella feel worse. She thought of the snippets of conversation she had overheard in the past few days and saw Thea looking sickly.

Gellar didn't hesitate to pin the blame on Voldemort.

“Thea,” Gella wiped away the tears in her eyes and carefully chose her words to ask, “How can I help you?”

I will do my best to help you in any way I can.

Thea looked up and met Gella's gaze, effortlessly seeing the determination and resolve in Gella's eyes.

Thea was puzzled when she thought about Gella's initial motives for approaching her.

"Do you know what? I might drag you, or even more people, to hell right now."

Can you bear the price of forcibly changing the course of history or accelerating its progress?

Thea thought Gella would remain silent for a moment, but Gella's words made her the one who remained silent.

She said, "History is written by the victors."

Whether it's hell or heaven, only she can decide.

She only wished for a peaceful and fulfilling life, not caring about the deluge after her death.

To put it in a trendy way: I don't care if you scatter my ashes after I die, but as long as I'm alive, I don't want to hear a single word that goes against my wishes.

Thea didn't know what Gella was really thinking, but she could tell from her eyes.

Thinking of the ending she had decided, Thea suddenly smiled, her eyes filled with a madness and desperation that Gella couldn't understand.

"Gella, you'll regret this."

"I won't regret it."

I knew from the moment I decided to reveal the future to you that my "Blake's Observation Notes" was already obsolete.

You were once the research topic I was determined to pursue at all costs, but now, because of you, I've decided to abandon all my previous achievements.

From the moment you smiled and reached out your hand to me, I should have understood that to me, you were no longer the Minister Black, whose positive evaluations in textbooks were numerous yet still insufficient.

You are Thea, a far cry from the thin image sketched in just a few words in the textbook. When you stand vividly in front of me and reach out your hand to me, how could I bear to refuse you?

The long-standing tacit understanding meant that Thea didn't need to elaborate further. She issued the order, and Gella executed it precisely. It was that simple.

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"Laud has lost his temper again."

This is the Death Eaters' accurate understanding of Voldemort today.

To be honest, the Death Eaters were already used to their boss's unpredictable moods, but anyone who had enjoyed the peace brought by their boss's good mood for almost a month...

Suddenly—a thunderstorm struck!

this………

Anyone would be stunned for a moment, right?

Barty Jr. is a human being, but he is also a talented individual.

After a moment of confusion, he decided to go inside and help his wife, Lauder.

But seeing the bruises on Lucius's face and his twitching arm as he came out, Barty suddenly looked up at the blue sky.

Hmm... The sky is a bit overcast, but it's still very beautiful.

"Little Barty, come in."

Lucius swore on the century-old honor of his Malfoy family: when his master summoned Barty Jr. just now, his body visibly stiffened for a moment!

It seems the master has accumulated considerable power and authority.

Lucius touched his face with lingering fear, and then... winced in pain.

Barty pushed open the door with a death wish. Beneath his calm face, no one knew that he was frantically calling for Merlin's help.

"Go blow up that sea cliff in west London, leave nothing behind."

"A...Yes!"

Barty was bewildered by this nonsensical order. The sea cliffs west of London? Which sea cliff? Blown up?

At the crucial moment, Barty's mouth moved faster than his brain, and he obeyed his master's command, thus avoiding repeating Lucius's mistake.

After Barty the Younger retreated quietly, Voldemort, who was still standing there, became increasingly agitated.

No one knows how much he wanted to kill when he saw the empty poison basin and the equally empty lake of corpses.

Where is his locket?

Where is his army of undead?

Where did they all go?!

In a fit of rage, Voldemort's magical power surged, causing the entire cave to collapse.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already in the old house.

Recalling everything he had just witnessed, Voldemort was filled with rage. He grabbed an unfortunate soul and ordered, "Go and blow up that sea cliff in west London!"

"what?"

Without a word, Voldemort, his patience exhausted, used a Cruciatus Curse.

Unlucky Lucius: "…………"

After his outburst, Voldemort remembered something that could cheer him up.

He casually called over another Death Eater.

"Notify Thea to come to the potions room to see me."

The Death Eater tremblingly agreed, while Voldemort rushed to the Potions Chamber without stopping.

Dumbledore, you wouldn't believe it, would you?

For me now, Horcruxes are no longer the only option!