Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 263 Role-Playing Task

Old Nott met Thea in Hogsmeade.

At that moment, Thea was comfortably reclining in a thick, warm-looking, large sofa, her eyes slightly closed, gently swirling the crimson liquid in her wine glass, leaving beautiful, ever-deep streaks of crimson liquid on the glass.

To be honest, if we weren't in Hogsmeade and under the weight of my master's orders, old Nott would also like a drink.

"……Miss?"

After dismissing those inappropriate thoughts, old Nott stepped forward slowly, bowed slightly, and awaited Thea's next command.

"Ok?"

Thea seemed to realize someone was there at that moment. She opened her eyes groggily, and a smile immediately welled up in them.

"Hello, Uncle Nott,"

Thea's politeness was clearly unacceptable to old Nott, who subconsciously bowed even lower.

“Don’t be so polite,” Thea said with a smile, but her words sent a chill down Old Nott’s spine. “Although you are ten minutes and twenty-six seconds late, I’m not actually upset.”

"After all, what you disobeyed... wasn't my order."

Instead... it belongs to the master.

After figuring out Thea's unspoken meaning, old Nott couldn't help but curse Thea in his heart for being a bully, but there was nothing he could do. He could only accept the anger from his master and hope that Thea wouldn't be too good at adding fuel to the fire.

After successfully witnessing Old Nott's suppressed anger, Thea's frustration at being "kicked out" of Hogwarts in the middle of the night finally dissipated.

“Let’s go,” Thea finally stood up, her gaze fixed on old Nott.

"This way, miss."

After what had just happened, old Nott dared not be negligent and immediately walked ahead to lead the way for Thea.

Only after sitting in the specially made carriage did Thea close her eyes to rest.

Until she receives Voldemort's orders, she must always be prepared for the worst.

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.

"Let's go to the Ministry of Magic!"

Thea's anxiety didn't last long. Within five minutes of reuniting with Voldemort, he readily told her the location of her next mission.

"Go find Little Barty after daybreak, and he will tell you what to do next."

Voldemort's mind and eyes were completely focused on the cauldron in front of him. His fanaticism made Thea wonder if he was about to change his goal and apply for a position as a Potions professor at Hogwarts.

Seemingly realizing his own perfunctory attitude, Voldemort spent two seconds thinking about the question before concluding that Thea was smart enough that he didn't need to give her any more pointers.

Having reached a conclusion, he waved to Thea, signaling her to leave the potion room.

Thea didn't want to stay any longer. The smell of that potion was particularly strange to her. It was a pungent, bloody smell that she had no recollection of, yet it also gave off a strangely familiar feeling.

After recalling her past knowledge of potions, Thea was even more surprised. Among the pile of processed potion ingredients next to the cauldron, she could only identify a few kinds. Moreover, based on their properties, it was impossible for these kinds of ingredients to appear in the same pot of potions!

What is Voldemort planning to do?

Thea's keen sense of danger led her to write down everything she had just witnessed without hesitation. Looking at the names of the potions in her notebook, Thea felt a pang of regret; if she hadn't been going to the Ministry of Magic soon, she would have studied them more carefully.

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.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Thea arrived at the door of Barty's temporary room in the Riddle mansion.

Thea was still calming down from her surprise. She had thought she was going to look for Little Barty elsewhere, but she was told that Little Barty was at the Riddle House!

He actually has a temporary room in the Riddle mansion!

Although it's temporary... it didn't specify how long this "time" would last!

What level of trust is this?

This is practically no different from having a pair of his slippers on the shoe rack at home!

"Knock down."

After calming down, Thea raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The next second, a familiar voice rang out not far behind her.

"Thea?" Little Barty seemed a little surprised. "Why are you here so early?"

"My father said he was coming to see you today."

Thea spoke concisely, but her gaze turned questioningly to the file bag that Little Barty was holding, which was overflowing with documents.

"Do you need any help?"

Given Barty's "special status" at the Riddle mansion, Thea decided to "condescend" to lend a helping hand.

To Kexia's surprise, Little Barty's eyes were very strange, as if he was gloating, or as if he was suppressing laughter.

Before Thea could figure anything out, a pile of file folders floated down from the sky and landed lightly in her hands.

"Ahem!" Little Barty coughed lightly, barely suppressing his laughter before saying, "I forgot to mention earlier that this pile of file folders is what the master asked me to give to you."

"Within three days, you must completely memorize this material and successfully play your role."

"Playing a role?" Thea asked, puzzled.

“That’s right. After all, you can’t just enter the Ministry of Magic using your current identity; the role you’ll be playing is—”

"is her."

Little Barty magically produced a photograph and held it up to Thea. In just two seconds, Thea recognized the haggard-looking person in the photo.

— Bertha Jorkins

"She's still alive?"

Thea's tone betrayed her surprise; she knew the dungeon's methods, and Bertha's survival until now was beyond her imagination.

"The master's order."

Little Barty's words were concise, but Thea understood what he meant.

Indeed, Batistuta's current status is not due to luck.

Perhaps because of their "colleague" experience at Hogwarts, Barty Jr. was quite friendly to Thea and readily agreed to Thea's request to see Bertha.

After having the house-elf take the file bag back to its room, Thea and Barty headed towards the dungeon.

The dungeon was located in the northwest of the old house. After passing through most of the old house, and then walking through a winding corridor and an uneven staircase, the two finally arrived at the dungeon.

Looking at the figure huddled in the corner of the cell, Thea issued her first order of the day, "Bring her out, clean her up, and also, I need a Pensieve and a clean room."

Barty wasn't surprised by Thea's order. Thinking about how he had personally given old Nott ten minutes of Cruciatus Curse last night, he raised an eyebrow and then walked out.

A moment later, Thea heard Barty instructing the house-elves and someone coming down to unlock the door.

It seems that being Voldemort's successor is still somewhat useful.