Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 356 The Vault and the Knife Wound

After passing the waterfall, the noise outside subsided considerably.

“We have about half an hour, but if there is an emergency, the people outside can at least buy us another 10 minutes.”

"enough."

Thea looked certain.

This certainty wavered slightly when the group collided head-on with the giant dragon.

It seemed that the noise outside had made the dragon, which had been trapped for a long time, become agitated.

So the group was facing a fire dragon that was about to enter berserk mode.

Are you confident?

"Of course!" x3.

Although they were prepared, the four of them still couldn't help but panic when they actually encountered the dragon.

"Same as always, you and Ron will split up and attack, while Hermione and I will coordinate for you!"

"OK!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he leaped into the air and landed steadily on a protrusion in the stone wall beside him, striking the dragon's eye!

Hey! Big oaf! I'm here!

The timing was good, but unfortunately the shot went astray.

Thea felt a pang of regret, but her hands deftly pulled out all sorts of strange and unusual trinkets from her pocket.

Harry missed hitting the dragon goblin, but the spell that struck it on the head still caused it pain, and its anger surged.

"Roar!"

A massive wave of flames swept towards Thea and Hermione, but just as they were about to reach them, a curtain of water blocked them all.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and the thing in Thea's hand had already taken shape—a string of copper plates.

"Honestly, if I weren't in a rush, I really wanted to say hello properly to you—"

Thea shook her head in regret, while Harry and Ron in front of her already looked dejected.

It's a fire dragon after all—

"Ding-a-ling—"

The sharp, metallic sound became even more piercing after bouncing off the stone wall, and the moment it reached the fire dragon's ears, the dragon's movements truly paused.

Harry and Ron were overjoyed to see this, and Ron even gave Thea a thumbs up, even though he was almost hit by the dragon's wing shortly afterward.

"Watch out, buddy, we're fighting!"

Harry tugged at the fabric of Ron's shirt by the back of his neck, his tone helpless.

Thanks!

Ron, nonchalant as ever, waved his hand, then deftly slipped through Harry's fingers, and the piece of cloth slipped from Harry's palm.

"Ding-ling-ling—"

"Ding-ling-ling—"

Thea shook the copper plate repeatedly until the fire dragon, unable to bear it any longer, retreated, revealing the passage behind it.

"Is it locked?"

Harry, who had stopped, then noticed the heavy shackles on the dragon's hind legs.

"No wonder it didn't fly up to attack us—"

Harry seemed to realize something, but his wand was itching to be used, only to be stopped by Thea's raised hand.

What do you want to do?

"Of course we should let it out!"

Looking at the clear innocence in Harry's eyes, Thea sighed inwardly and said helplessly:

"Have you thought about where we're going to get out of here?"

Harry understood immediately.

"Ride...a dragon?"

Even as they hurried through the passageway, Harry, Harry, and his friends remained immersed in the excitement of riding dragons.

"Calm down, brothers—"

"Compared to making history today, riding a dragon is nothing, okay?"

"Don't act like you're worthless!"

Thea's disdain did nothing to awaken the boy who had suddenly entered his chuunibyou phase; Hermione, however, also cast a disdainful glance at the two of them.

"701--"

"703--"

"705--"

With the vault door right in front of them, Harry and Ron also put away their unsteady demeanor.

"Shh!"

A swift, unexpected sound of a dagger slicing through skin rang out, followed immediately by Thea's blood-stained hand slamming against the heavy bronze door.

"this………"

"Thea—"

Without Thea's explanation, the group realized that they were opening a vault.

Despite the amount of blood, she didn't even blink before cutting herself.

In a daze, Harry felt as if he were back in that gloomy graveyard, with the image of Thea expressionlessly slashing her own hand and letting the blood flow into the cauldron before his eyes.

"Harry?"

"Snap out of it!"

Thea didn't expect Harry to be distracted at this point, so she walked over and patted him on the shoulder with her uninjured hand.

But as soon as he slapped the other person down, they were startled.

Thea: "???"

Ignoring Thea's question, Harry looked directly at her still-bleeding hand.

Noticing the other person's fixed gaze, Thea instinctively hid her bleeding hand behind her back and changed the subject:

"If you don't go in and check first, what if they can't find it for a long time..."

"It won't make a difference how much time it takes to bandage it."

Harry was unusually firm, so Thea had no choice but to helplessly spread out her hands.

"Actually, I knew what I was doing. The wound wasn't deep, it's just that the blood looked a bit scary..."

People tend to talk more when they're embarrassed or nervous, and seeing Thea talking more and more, Harry's already annoyed mood intensified.

"Shut up!"

Even a normally kind person can be quite intimidating when they get angry, so Thea suppressed her urge to argue and obediently stood there, letting Harry bandage her up as if she were a gas cylinder about to explode.

Harry stood in front of Thea with his head down, his fingertips conveying her burning body heat. His hair, which was just long enough to cover his eyebrows, now covered her eyes, giving her an inexplicably docile appearance.

For some reason, Thea suddenly felt a little guilty.

The vault, which he had gone through so much trouble to open, was just a step away from him, but all he saw was the knife wound on her palm.