Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 295 Ecstasy

Theodore moved quickly.

He decided to drop out of school at noon, and by evening he had already slipped away. Before nightfall, the kid had already dashed to... Riddle's old house.

He was also lucky; he happened to be in Voldemort's best mood at the moment when Voldemort obtained the Elder Wand.

Hearing Theodore's respectful yet obsequious declaration of allegiance, Voldemort mercifully granted his request to become a half-Death Eater.

As for why it's only half?

Voldemort arrogantly declared: This brat isn't good enough.

He has never killed anyone, and he is not ruthless enough.

The only thing that made Voldemort take notice of him was his audacity.

At least in all of Voldemort's life, he had only ever seen one such hothead who dared to rush over and volunteer himself based solely on his enthusiasm.

Love makes people foolish, and being soft-hearted is a deadly poison.

"Thea, Thea!!"

"Oh no! Guess who I just saw—"

The person arrived before the voice.

If Thea's office hadn't been some distance from where Voldemort often appeared, Gellar, with her impulsive nature, might have been killed by Voldemort's Avada Kedavra on the very first day.

But... Rao Xiya has a good temper, but even a great immortal can't stand being woken up when he's dozing off in labor pains, right?

Enraged, Thea didn't want to hear Gella's words, so she slammed the door shut. But before she could cast a soundproof spell, Gella's words left her frozen in place.

"...I saw Theodore!!!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than, less than two seconds later, Thea, wearing only a nightgown and with a hint of sleepiness still lingering in her eyes, flung open the door with a heavy expression, as if a storm was brewing.

Where is he?

The murderous question made Gella freeze. After a long while, she pointed tremblingly to the other end of the corridor.

"There..."

Swish!

Thea glanced to the side, and now the two of them were frozen in place.

"boom!"

The deafening slam of the door shattered Theodore's hopes.

Theodore, who was just talking eloquently in front of Voldemort, has now become a pitiful little thing after being battered by the storm.

He shuffled over to Gella, pleading pitifully, "Gella... do you think I can still be saved?"

Gella didn't mince words, replying, "You're hopeless, just wait to die!"

As if that wasn't enough to describe the seriousness of the situation, Gella added, "I've never seen Thea so out of control."

Theodore: "…………"

Good, my anxiety has finally died down.

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Half an hour later, when Thea, who had tidied herself up, opened the door, she saw Theodore with his head down, looking utterly hopeless.

"...Where is Gella?"

Theodore looked up abruptly, but the coldness in Thea's eyes made him lower his head again, muttering, "She said... she hasn't finished reading her documents yet—"

Gella? Looking at the documents?

Thea subconsciously recalled the direction of the sunrise that day.

The sun didn't rise in the west, did it?

How could she have heard Gellar looking at the documents?

This is even more shocking than the idea that Harry Potter is the Dark Lord!!!

During the short period that Thea's thoughts wandered, Theodore's mood became increasingly depressed, and his head drooped lower and lower.

Anyway, when Thea came to her senses and looked over, she felt that Theodore probably wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in the ground.

Forcing herself to gently rub the other person's head, which looked easy to rub, Thea tried to put on a stern face and said, "Come with me."

"……oh."

Theodore obediently agreed and followed closely behind Thea.

Only now did Theodore dare to raise his head and carefully look at the person in front of him who had his back to him.

She has lost a lot of weight. She was already thin, but now she looks like a gust of wind could blow her away.

She was injured. Theodore never doubted that his sense of smell was wrong. Thinking of the fresh bloodstains he had seen in the cracks of the steps, Theodore's eyes grew increasingly dark.

"sit down."

The obscured look in Theodore's eyes vanished the moment Thea spoke.

"……Um."

Theodore resumed his obedient demeanor, expressing his strong will to survive with a docile sitting posture with his knees together and his hands flat on his knees!

Thea looked silently at the boy in front of her.

Unlike Draco, who is reserved and deep but occasionally reveals a flamboyant temperament, or Zabini, who is a strategist who is best at hiding himself in the spotlight.

Theodore is more like a deep pool, seemingly crystal clear, yet no one can see the bottom.

When he was young, it was alright; at least the arrogance unique to scions of noble families was undisguised, and the occasional display of profundity made him seem more like a child pretending to be an adult.

But as she grew older, Thea realized that she hadn't really looked at Theodore in a long time.

Perhaps it was after Daphne jokingly mentioned Theodore's feelings for her, or perhaps it was after she caught sight of the overwhelming affection in his eyes that he couldn't hide...

Escaping became her subconscious behavior, and the increasingly busy academic work and survival crisis gave her more excuses to escape.

She had indeed not seen the boy who "liked" her for a long time.

"never mind,"

It was unclear how much time had passed before Theodore, who was feeling extremely uncomfortable under Thea's gaze, finally heard Thea speak. As soon as she finished speaking, Theodore's first reaction was fear.

He jumped up, eager to explain why he had come here, but when he opened his mouth, his usual eloquence vanished.

What could he say?

He said he couldn't bear to see Thea face all of this alone?

Or should I just vent all the feelings I've had over the years and just ask for an answer?

But is this really appropriate?

In the end, it's just a convenient excuse for their actions.

I came here because of you!

You have no right to treat me like this!

Theodore swore that the moment he uttered those words, Thea would send him straight back to Hogwarts.

That's just the kind of person she is.

If someone does her a favor, she will repay them threefold.

But if anyone dares to take credit for this favor, she will definitely return it in full, and give them an extra gift that they can't explain.

So what should he do now?

As if he were being submerged in cold water, Theodore could not see even a glimmer of light.

“Go back and rest,” Thea said, trying to be gentle. “Come see Daphne tomorrow and finish reading those documents as soon as possible.”

"It's better to hope that Hogwarts will surrender tomorrow than to rely on Daphne."

Theodore: "…………Huh?"

Theodore, who had been stunned for a while, suddenly snapped back to reality. Tomorrow? To look at the documents?

So, is this...?

Does this mean...?

Thea accepted him to stay?!

In the silence, Theodore could almost hear his own heart pounding like a drum, and ecstasy surged through his chest. In that instant, he seemed to see the dawn he had longed for for so many years.