Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 317 Twins

How many?

How much did you say?

Ten thousand Galleons?!

In the empty hall, Thea's soft voice boomed like thunder, once again jolting everyone's tormented hearts awake.

The fairy at the counter didn't have time to react; her pupils dilated, and her mouth opened and closed but she couldn't utter a single word.

It wanted to put up the Gringotts sign and tell the other party with confidence that this was a place to manage money, not to buy lives!

But... but it dared not say.

The other party is the daughter of the Dark Lord, and she just became the biggest "big shot" in Gringotts...

"...I agree!"

The words to save the fairy were equally resounding. Thea turned her head to look back, and sure enough, it was a lock.

Unlike its earlier appearance when it was so angry with Thea that it almost vomited blood and died, its eyes were now bloodshot and it was speaking in a suppressed tone. This appearance was particularly strange.

"Ten thousand Galleons. Within a month, not a single one of those dark wizards will be spared!"

Thea reiterated her requirements, while the fairy beside her began to quickly draft the contract.

With the lock's stamp on the paper, the huge transaction was officially completed in less than five minutes.

“Gella, my spokesperson,”

"You can contact her to discuss future debt issues."

Thea pushed back, and the bewildered Gella was pushed in front of the lock.

"no problem."

The arrival of 10,000 Galleons was like a panacea; the lock, which had been half-dead just moments before, quickly became lively again.

Just as it was about to get to know Gella properly, Thea grabbed her and ran off.

"I'm going to St. Mungo's. You don't need to come with me!"

Before the unique dizziness of the washing machine reached its peak, Gella heard Thea's words.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[Was he driven to despair for a beautiful woman?]

[Is this your solution?]

[Wait, you're having fairies kill wizards?]

[Dorothea, have you... made up your mind?]

Unlike the dizzy and confused Gella, Thea, who was the one who had used Apparition, could still hear the voice.

Why not do that?

[It not only solved the problem Voldemort gave me, demonstrating the deep friendship between Draco and me, but also dragged the goblins into the mess—]

Why wouldn't I do something that kills several birds with one stone, something that brings me nothing but profit?

Thea couldn't remember when the voice had appeared.

It seems to have appeared at the very beginning of the story.

It was as if another person in the world was looking at this unfamiliar wizarding world through Thea's eyes.

After becoming familiar with the rules of survival here, it began to try to communicate with Thea.

[Are you just going to keep coaxing that young master like this?]

[What else? Should we ride on his head and physically show him who's in charge?]

[…………]

The other person was speechless after being choked by Thea's words, and remained silent for a long time afterward.

The next time she spoke was when Thea first met Harry in Diagon Alley and resolved the conflict between him and Draco.

[Is this how you managed to thrive at Malfoy Manor?]

[Of course not, there's also my shamelessness.]

[You really are...]

The other person is silent again.

Thea thought it had improved a lot, saying four more words than last time!

Then came the years when Thea was studying at Hogwarts. The other person would still appear from time to time, and after making a few sarcastic remarks, Thea would shut him down with a single sentence.

Repeatedly.

Even Thea was amazed by its persistence.

As for when the other party stopped mocking her?

Was it after witnessing Dumbledore's repeated "heartfelt advice" to her?

Did she cut her own wrist without blinking when she saw Voldemort resurrected?

Or was it the day she silently accepted the fact that her relationship with her mother was strained?

Or perhaps Voldemort himself slashed her wrists, again and again…

Thea doesn't remember very clearly.

But it didn't matter; she was already used to that voice that appeared and disappeared intermittently, like a parasitic vine.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When Thea arrived at St. Mungo, she ran into Theodore, who had just landed.

Without time for catching up, after finding out which group of people were in the hospital room, the three of them rushed upstairs in unison.

In her haste, Thea didn't have time to notice the flash of light that briefly appeared in the corner.

"I'm sorry, we were too weak—"

Even though Thea had imagined countless scenarios of reuniting with them on the way, she still didn't expect this scene.

The afternoon sun blazed through the thin windows, its intense light softening as it fell on the boys' pale faces.

"We should have reacted faster."

[It's useless. No matter how capable you are, you've only been out for less than a month. How can you compare to those seasoned veterans who have been navigating the gray areas for years?]

The unfamiliar voice rang out again, but its content resonated deeply with Thea's feelings.

"Don't feel so guilty. There's no reason for a victim to feel guilty about their own weakness."

Inside the ward, Thea's words were gentle yet firm, as always.

"How are Nolan and the others?"

Draco's face darkened at the mention of this.

"They've been saved, but... they'll need a long time to recover."

"It's alright, it's good that you're alive."

Can you tell me about what happened?

Thea's calming words had a good soothing effect, and the boys present looked better.

"Those few were covering for us... That group moved very quickly... We were surrounded, and Nolan and the others suggested breaking through..."

"They figured it out, and they've gone crazy trying to keep us all here..."

"You didn't say which family you belong to, did you?"

"Of course not!"

A boy named Rowan spoke first.

"We're not that stupid. It's fine to announce ourselves before taking action, but to talk about it after we've already done it... that's just filling our own urn with soil!"

"Rowan! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

"But if I don't speak, I'll really become mute!"

"Damn it, can't you think before you speak?"

"I don't!"

As expected of a boy, despite his injuries, he could be full of energy the next second when they started arguing.

Thea didn't interrupt the boys' bickering; she just sat quietly to the side and watched. In the face of such a close call, this kind of scene is the most comforting.

"You all rest first, I'll go check on the others."

After sitting for about half an hour, Thea got up and left.

The boys were reluctant to part, but they didn't know how to ask him to stay, not even Draco.

Over the next few hours, Thea received fragmented recollections of the scene from the crowd.

"Fishing in troubled waters is indeed an art."

Thea's murmurs were carried by the wind and reached Gella's ears.

Gella's heart skipped a beat; she had a feeling that the next target of persecution had already been born.