Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 240 Mother and Daughter

"Da, da, da!"

Footsteps echoed rapidly on the stairs, and the elegant yet understated robes billowed gracefully in the air. But Thea had no time for any of that; she was focused solely on rushing to the potions office.

"boom!"

The sound of the door opening made Snape pause in his book-turning motion—though he hadn't turned to the next page in a long time.

"professor!"

Snape didn't speak, but silently pointed to the fireplace in the corner.

"Thank you, Professor. Goodbye!"

Without saying much, Thea hurriedly jumped into the fireplace.

goodbye?

Snape gave a mocking smile. "Are you sure we'll see each other again?"

Only after the green flames had completely disappeared did Snape put down his book and leave his office—he had to clean up after that troublesome student.

In a secluded grove in the suburbs, a group of wizards, their bodies shrouded in black robes, stood quietly, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Mother!"

A cheerful voice, so out of place with the atmosphere, suddenly rang out in the open space, but no one dared to peek out; instead, they instinctively shuddered.

Bella didn't immediately realize that the word "mother" was actually being called to her until those warm arms wrapped around her.

The large hood obscured most of the person's face, but Bella still recognized them.

It's Thea.

Yes...it's her daughter.

"...Why are you so late?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Bella regretted them and wished she could take them back. She had meant to ask politely, but her tone... didn't sound like she was asking politely at all...

"Is Mother angry?" Thea carefully observed Bella's expression, then softened her voice, "I'm sorry..."

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, fulfilling almost all of Bella's dreams of having a daughter.

Bella intended to skip the topic, but the vibrant colors before her eyes made her lose her composure.

A rose in full bloom.

Thea's voice was sweet and soft, "For the sake of this flower, Mother, please forgive Thea, okay?"

Listening to Thea's coquettish pleading, the Death Eaters wished they could shrink to the ground. In their minds, Bella definitely wouldn't like something so obviously magical; she definitely...

“…Thank you,” Bella’s smile was slightly stiff. She seemed to realize this and quickly added, “I like it very much.”

"That's good."

Thea smiled gently, "Are we about to set off?"

"...It's almost time!"

These words were not spoken by Bella, but by Lucius. Fortunately, Bella realized that it was getting late.

Reminiscing can wait, but Lord's mission absolutely cannot go wrong. Lucius silently regarded Voldemort as his magic weapon to ward off Bella's wrath.

The mother and daughter smiled at each other, and the estrangement that had existed for many years seemed to have disappeared.

The Death Eaters were still in a daze when they set off for the Ministry of Magic.

Was that girl with the soft, sweet smile just now the same little devil who showed no mercy the moment she made a move?

Is that woman with the kind face and gentle voice really the cold and ruthless Lord Blake?

"Get ready!"

At Bella's command, the Death Eaters finally snapped out of their daze.

Thankfully, Lord Black wasn't switched!

It's unclear what preparations the Death Eaters made beforehand, but they arrived at the Department of Mysteries with virtually no obstacles.

Looking at the neatly arranged shelves filled with prophecy orbs that were almost as tall as the ceiling not far away, Thea suddenly became extremely interested in this mysterious object.

Did the prophecy orbs in the prophecy hall appear out of thin air, or were they placed there by someone?

How did they determine whether the prophecy was true or false?

Have the prophecies ever come true?

I've heard that there's a Silent One among the Death Eaters who comes from the Department of Mysteries. Could he give her an answer?

Thea became increasingly lost in thought until Bella began assigning everyone their positions and responsibilities, which snapped her out of her reverie.

Perhaps Bella had never witnessed Thea's destructive power firsthand, and her only understanding came from other people's accounts.

Can……

Learn Occlumency in a month, always be number one in every subject, master dark magic and all kinds of potions...

Is this really how you would describe the girl who was just clinging to her and acting all cute?

Bella dared not believe it completely, nor dared she disbelieve it entirely, so she could only compromise by arranging Thea's position.

Ultimately, Thea was placed in a position near Bella at the front, with Lucius and the long-unseen Barty at the very front, Rodolphus next to her, and the other Death Eaters behind her.

What were you thinking about just now?

After making the arrangements, Bella lowered her voice and asked Thea.

"I'm thinking about how to get those Time-Turners from next door!" Thea blurted out without hesitation. "Dumbledore was too stingy last time; 20 aren't enough for me!"

Thea's tone was resentful, but the next second, Bella ruffled her hair vigorously and said firmly, "Don't worry, I'll remember."

Seeing Bella's unusually tall figure, Thea smiled sweetly again, but in her heart she began to plan how to arrange these time converters.

Just as Thea was playing the role of a good daughter in front of Bella, an argument broke out at Hogwarts.

“That’s my godfather!” Harry’s voice was loud, but he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice. “He’s my only family…”

After saying this, Harry suddenly bent over, his worry for his godfather and his anxiety seemingly draining all his strength.

“Harry…” Hermione’s voice was timid. She had just been emotional and said a few words about “conspiracy” to Harry, but now, seeing Harry’s expression, she seemed to understand:

Even if this was indeed a trap, Harry couldn't avoid it.

Because he can't afford to gamble.

Because Sirius was his only family member.

“Harry…”

Ron racked his brains to come up with a perfect solution, but the next second, Hermione's sigh of relief made him look up.

“Speak,” Hermione said, her voice high-spirited and passionate, “Harry, how do we get to the Ministry of Magic now?”

Before the two boys could even process Hermione's change of mind, she had already rattled off a string of words, "The fireplace at Black's old house is sealed off, we can't contact him... Dumbledore isn't here either..."

"Anyway, we've already sent Umbridge to the Forbidden Forest..."

"We're already in debt, so what's a few more school rules we might break?"

"That's right!"

The applause grew louder as it approached, and several figures quickly drew nearer to the three.

"Harry, we want to go to the Ministry of Magic too!" It was Neville.

“We can’t let you, our savior, steal the spotlight every semester!” That’s Ginny saying.

“If my mother were here, she would definitely let me participate.” This is Luna’s statement.

"You...you all..."

Harry stammered, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

"Enough talk, we should get going!"

"Ok!"

Harry wiped away his tears and nodded emphatically.