Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 278 Mysterious Fury

As Moody approached his destination, Thea gradually relaxed.

Anyway, she did her part, so it's not entirely her fault that she didn't kill Moody.

According to Voldemort's usual practice, he would at most give her a few Cruciatus Curses and that would be the end of it.

As for Dumbledore, she also gave him instructions; in any case, she showed mercy.

Thinking this, Thea didn't realize in time that a Death Eater was so eager to make a name for himself that he actually broke away from the team and planned to take Moody's credit all by himself!

And Moody was ruthless enough to risk injury to kill Thea!

"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"

It must be said that anything produced by a professor is bound to be of high quality.

Not just potions, but spells too.

Before Thea could react, the curse struck her directly through the gap in the Death Eaters' absence.

"Shh!"

Even though Thea tried her best to avoid it, the sharp, knife-like curse still pierced through Thea's left shoulder, and a wisp of hair fell from her ear.

The moment the curse pierced through, blood gushed out.

Thea reflexively countered with a powerful backhand strike, delivering a devastating counter-spell.

When Thea looked up again, her eyes were filled with anger.

She wasn't planning to make a move tonight.

But she has always been petty and believes in revenge.

"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"

With a flick of her wand, Thea unleashed a spell accompanied by a blinding flash of light towards Moody, as dazzling and dangerous as lightning.

"No!"

The shrill voice fell along with a streak of light.

In the bright light, no one could see what was on the other side, only guessing that the two people on the flying broom had fallen down together. Unexpectedly, when the bright light dissipated, everyone looked closely.

The two people on the flying broomstick are indeed gone, but are they dead?

No.

The Death Eaters' faces darkened as they looked at the transparent, soap-bubble-like protective shield below.

Unbeknownst to them, Moody and his men actually managed to escape to their destination!

waste!

Thea had a million curses running through her mind, and she was just a hair's breadth away from it! If she hadn't dodged the general direction of that curse in time, it would have pierced her heart!

The dizziness from blood loss made Thea feel unwell. Before she could say anything, the group headed back home at Alex's repeated urging.

It's no wonder Alex was nervous. He was fine when he went out, but he almost lost an arm or a leg when he came back. No parent could stay calm in that situation, let alone a parent who was a dark wizard who could stop a child from crying!

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When Thea forced herself to walk into the conference room with Alex, the atmosphere inside was so heavy that it seemed as if the second-generation Demon King was about to ascend to the throne before his spirit, but unfortunately, it wasn't.

The person in the main seat was already furious, his eyes bloodshot. The teacup beside him had long been smashed on the heads of a few lucky ones. What was originally an empty space in the room was now densely packed with black-robed men kneeling on the ground.

"came back?"

Voldemort lazily raised his head, his scarlet eyes still retaining a hint of ferocity, which exploded the moment his gaze fell upon the bloodstains on Thea's robe and her unnatural left arm.

"How were you injured? Who was it? What happened?"

Voldemort's series of questions surprised Thea, who dared not delay and immediately replied, "At the time, spells were flying around, and I was hit by Moody without noticing. But he didn't fare well either; he lost at least one of his arms and legs. If he hadn't been treated in time, he might have lost his life."

After speaking, Thea felt that her words were flawless. She had explained the reasons and emphasized that she had not suffered any loss. Therefore, whether as the master or the father, she should be able to find fault.

Unfortunately it backfired.

Voldemort's expression did not improve after hearing Thea's words.

On the contrary, the longer Voldemort stared at Thea's wound, the more bizarre the color in his eyes became.

In the end, he even curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, as if he had solved a problem that had troubled him for a long time.

"okay, I get it."

Voldemort's tone was calm and composed, as if he no longer cared about Thea's injuries, and his earlier loss of composure seemed to be just everyone's illusion.

"Severus, heal Thea's injuries within a week. I don't want to see any aftereffects."

Okay, my earlier loss of composure wasn't an illusion.

People habitually try to sort out their fragmented worldview.

Snape looked up at Thea, wondering what might have caused her injury and how he should treat it.

As for Thea, she was already confused when Voldemort appointed Snape as his personal physician.

Are Death Eaters poor?

Or is it that her status as the heir is really that important?

How could a potion master condescend to treat her injuries?

Or perhaps Voldemort had already seen through her wounds and realized they were Snape's masterpiece, the inventor of the spell, which is why he gave the order.

Thea was completely baffled. Before she knew it, she looked up and met the professor's dark gaze. He seemed to be mentally preparing a thousand curses to unleash on Voldemort…

Hi.

Thea forced a sweet smile, but Snape looked away with disgust the next second.

Thea: "…………"

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Despite Thea's exasperation, she eventually followed Snape to his potions room at Riddle's old mansion.

As soon as the door opened, Thea was dazzled by the dazzling array of potion bottles and magical ingredients inside.

How can one describe the value of this potions room?

Thea compared it and estimated that it was about a third of the Malfoy family's wealth!

It seems the Death Eaters have had a very successful period.

Thea sighed inwardly, her eyes darting around restlessly. Maybe this place would be the inheritance she would receive someday, so why not take a look beforehand?

In contrast to Thea's ease and composure, Snape became increasingly taciturn, especially after he realized that the mastermind behind that masterpiece was none other than the Shadowless Swordsman.

"Moody's did it?"

"Ah."

Is he dead?

"uncertain."

After asking a few simple questions, Snape went to the potions shelf to select ingredients.

The wound ran through Thea's entire left shoulder, and it would require the aid of a magical potion to heal within a week.

"I heard that when you launched your final Divine Strike Without a Shadow, a bright light followed immediately?"

In the dim light, Snape's expression was inscrutable.

"Yes."

Thea looked completely at ease, seemingly not understanding why Snape would ask such a question.

"Maybe it was because I was in too much pain at the time, and I didn't pronounce a certain letter correctly!"

Thea didn't care at all. After all, even if a floating object mispronounced a letter, a cow would appear out of thin air. What happened to her was just a bright light. It was really—the most normal thing.

is it?

Snape's face was hidden in the shadows, so Thea couldn't see his expression, let alone hear his thoughts.