Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 183 Duel

Harry's pupils dilated in shock at Voldemort's action. He felt as if he had forgotten where he was, and even his hatred for Voldemort was momentarily stunned by the scene before him.

Thea fell like a flower trapped in mud...

Apart from her constantly trembling body, she hardly looked like a living person...

why?

Isn't she Voldemort's daughter?

Wasn't Voldemort just quite pleased with her?

Harry's question was also the Death Eaters' question: Should they continue their half-finished congratulatory speech?

"Thea, why are you here today? Why are you taking the compound decoction?"

“Dumbledore…Dumbledore is very strict…I can only use this method…” Thea bit her tongue hard to keep herself from crying out in pain.

"Then why didn't you come with Little Barty? He has the key to the house..."

“I…I need to make sure…Potter gets the trophy…and gets here smoothly…”

Thea tried her best not to be affected by Harry's furious expression.

After hearing Thea's explanation, Voldemort raised his wand.

Little Barty also helped Thea up at the right time.

Thea was completely exhausted. The blood loss, coupled with the recent Cruciatus Curse, left her both physically and mentally drained, making her feel like collapsing at any moment.

Fortunately, Voldemort has now shifted his target, and Thea is taking the opportunity to recover her strength.

"You've studied dueling, haven't you, Harry Potter?"

"Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness."

Upon hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look at Thea, who had her eyes half-closed. He instantly recalled that just a few days ago, he had been practicing his magic spells in the dueling training ground organized by Thea!

“Let’s bow to each other, Harry,” Voldemort said, bowing slightly, his snake-like face still fixed on Harry. “Come on, etiquette must be observed… Dumbledore would certainly expect you to behave with grace… Bow to Death, Harry…”

The Death Eaters roared with laughter. Harry didn't bend down; he wouldn't let Voldemort toy with him before killing him… he wouldn't let him succeed…

“I said, bow,” Voldemort raised his wand, and Harry felt his spine bend as if an invisible hand was mercilessly pressing his back forward. The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

The gap between the two is like that between a mayfly and a towering tree, but without a miracle, Harry wouldn't be the protagonist...

Above Harry and Voldemort, thousands of arcs of light appeared, intertwining around them and eventually forming a golden dome, a cage made of light.

Thea forced herself to stay awake, clutching her wand tightly in her hand, while Barty and the other loyal Death Eaters screamed frantically, begging Voldemort for instructions.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine!" Voldemort screamed.

In a flash, Harry remembered what Cedric had said to him before picking up the trophy: "Run faster in a bit?"

run?

Where to run?

Harry had never imagined his brain could work so fast...

"The trophy is coming!" Ha exclaimed, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Trophy.

The trophy flew through the air towards him, and Harry grabbed the handle. He heard Voldemort roaring furiously, and at the same time felt a tug below his navel—the Portkey had worked.

"He's escaped!" Voldemort roared in fury. "You bunch of useless trash!"

The Death Eaters trembled, shaking with fear, too afraid to look up at Voldemort's furious face, lest his rage be unleashed upon them.

"McNeil! If you can help the Ministry of Magic eliminate dangerous beasts, why don't you dare cast a spell to stop Potter?"

Voldemort's sharp gaze pierced the Death Eater closest to him.

McNeil crawled on his knees, trembling, and kissed Voldemort's robes, repeatedly saying, "Master... I didn't react in time... He was so fast..."

He was still somewhat rational and didn't blame Voldemort, after all, it was he who ordered the Death Eaters not to attack.

But just because McNeil was rational didn't mean that Voldemort was rational in his rage. He kicked McNeil away and then mercilessly fired the Crucifixion at everyone.

He seemed to use this method as a way to vent his anger, and each Death Eater suffered five or six Cruciatus Curses to varying degrees.

When Voldemort's gaze fell upon the weakened Thea, his reason returned somewhat, but Thea still endured three Cruciatus Curses.

"Go back!"

Voldemort spoke mercifully to Thea, but disbelief flashed in the eyes of the other Death Eaters.

The master actually made the young master return to Hogwarts after his identity was exposed!

Isn't he afraid that his young master will be torn to pieces by Dumbledore on the spot?

“Yes.” Thea agreed without hesitation. She knew this was Voldemort’s next task for her.

"You came back alive," Little Barty whispered. Just as Thea was surprised, Little Barty added, "Your master values ​​you highly."

"Oh!" Thea immediately felt relieved. She knew it! How could Little Barty care about her for no reason?

After all that, it really comes down to his master!

How to survive at Hogwarts after one's identity is revealed is the question.

As Thea held the key in Little Barty's hand, she kept thinking about this question.

After a period of darkness, Thea appeared inside the maze.

Thea didn't go out immediately. Instead, she first bent down and wiped all the dirt off her body. Then she took out the cosmetics from her bag—thank you for Daphne's gift!

With that magic, a mirror appeared, and Thea quickly made her complexion rosy.

Finally, Thea chug down several more bottles of potions—thanks to Theodore's stock!

After everything was done, Thea groped her way out of the maze.

Perhaps the news Harry had just brought was too shocking, because there was no one outside the maze anymore. Thea secretly marveled at her good luck.

But the road ahead is the most difficult. The potion can only restore Thea's strength, but it cannot alleviate the damage from the Cruciatus Curse. Thea slowly raised her head, and there were two moons in the sky!

Thea closed her eyes. She could clearly feel her stomach convulsing and her throat filled with the taste of blood—her tongue must have been bitten, Thea thought silently.

The center of the maze was quite a distance from the exit, and Thea had already expended most of her energy just to reach it...

She checked her pockets—great! She still had two potions left…

Thea tried not to think about whether the two potions would be enough for her to reach the castle; she just mechanically stumbled and staggered toward the castle.

She dared not contact Draco and the others because she couldn't be sure if they were being monitored by Dumbledore...