Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 216 Fireworks Over the Ministry of Magic

After another exhilarating Defence Against the Dark Arts practice session, Harry and his friends once again skillfully bypassed Filch's patrol route and successfully returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"This is truly delightful!"

Even though he was covered in sweat from practicing magic, it didn't dampen Ron's excitement in the slightest.

But unlike usual, Harry was noticeably distracted tonight.

Hermione keenly noticed this. "Harry, is something on your mind tonight? The Disarming Charm you just used didn't seem like your full power."

Harry looked up in a panic at his two friends, and after a moment of silence, said, "I've discovered that Black and Malfoy are missing..."

"So what?" Ron's attitude towards the two had shifted from gritted teeth to complete indifference. "Maybe they've been kicked out of Hogwarts!"

“No,” Hermione said, as expected, “Professor Flitwick said they took leave because Mrs. Malfoy was ill.”

"Are you sick?"

Harry was surprised. In all the years he had been at Hogwarts, he had hardly encountered any cases of wizards falling ill, which suggested that the medical standards in the wizarding world were quite high.

Ron quickly recovered and, seeing Harry's surprised expression, couldn't help but laugh, "Harry, wizards get sick too, and most sick wizards go to St. Mungo's Hospital. That's not surprising."

Harry looked on with amazement, as if he had learned something new.

Hermione didn't react much; she knew about this hospital.

Hermione frowned, a strange unease creeping into her heart as she thought of the two who had suddenly left the school.

After exchanging a few words, the three returned to their respective dorm rooms.

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Shiny metal fences, dark and cold stones, a dimly lit area…

The bizarre and grotesque scenes made Harry break out in a cold sweat. Then, he realized that his body was flexible and strong, and he seemed to be crawling on his stomach.

Harry frowned and began to look around. Among the colorful patches of color, a person sitting on the ground stood out!

He caught that person's scent... wanted to bite... but his little master wouldn't let him... but it smelled so good... I'm so hungry...

【………return……】

The ethereal voice seemed to come from a great distance, and it felt strangely familiar…

Harry resisted the urge to speak and decided to bypass this person and go somewhere else...

Harry thought the dream was over, but then the person suddenly woke up!

…He discovered himself…He jumped up…He drew his wand and aimed it at it…

An inexplicable ferocity swept over him in an instant!

He straightened up and rushed towards the man!

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Thea's heart skipped a beat when she noticed the commotion coming from the other side, and she retreated as fast as she could!

"There are people inside! Dumbledore has made preparations!"

Thea spoke succinctly and stopped Lucius when he was about to retreat.

"I want to see fireworks." The girl's expression was serious, not like she was joking.

But Lucius, who was being held back by her, really wanted to curse.

My little darling!

If you're going to be willful, you don't have to do it now!

Who knows when Dumbledore might arrive!

“Dumbledore was prepared, but the Ministry of Magic was not,” Thea said calmly, but her eyes were full of eagerness.

"Since we've already been discovered, we might as well make a bigger scene!"

"Besides, if we don't do anything and go back..."

Thea hinted at it, and Lucius immediately understood what she meant.

Thinking of the Cruciatus Curse, Lucius's face twisted for a moment. The next second, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to notify the others to come and gather here.

“There’s no need for everyone to come,” Thea stopped the other person. “Have Uncle Nott go to the minister’s office and cast an explosion spell. The rest of you can choose the nearest office and take all the documents you can!”

"After we finish, everyone should gather at the original planned destination!"

Lucius's eyelids started twitching from the very first word Thea uttered. Was this the power of blood ties?

Why are fifth-graders so crazy?!

Lucius internally raged with frustration, but his body betrayed him by issuing the order.

Thea wasn't worried about the Death Eaters' ability to carry out their orders. They were a group of terrorists, and they would do it without hesitation, even if it meant blowing up the Ministry of Magic.

What about Nagini?

"It is immune to most magical attacks, and it will go back on its own after things are resolved."

“Okay,” Lucius’s heart was still pounding. He tried to hold back, but couldn’t help himself. “...So where are we going now?”

Thea smiled slyly and said, "I told you, I want to see fireworks!"

Lucius never expected that his little darling would still remember this, but he didn't dare to stop her and could only follow behind her, tears streaming down his face.

Master, it's not that we didn't try, it's just that our little master's craziness affected our performance!

Three minutes later, the staff left inside the Ministry of Magic were awakened by a series of explosions. Soon, a group of men in black robes rushed into the office, tied them up tightly, and even robbed them of a pile of documents right in front of them!

staff:"……………"

Are they out of their minds? They only steal the documents and don't kill anyone?

Death Eater: Master said, all we need are the documents!

After grabbing the documents, the Death Eaters used Apparition to return to their planned destination.

Meanwhile, Thea and Lucius arrived at the top floor of the Ministry of Magic!

Looking at the thick smoke billowing from the room and the screaming people on the street, Thea's lips curled into a twisted smile.

"Uncle Lucius, I want to see the Dark Mark hanging above the Ministry of Magic."

Thea spoke earnestly, like a junior asking an elder for candy, but Lucius, who was facing Thea in person, was internally devastated.

He had been a Death Eater for so many years and had faced countless bloody scenes, but none of his missions had ever been as thrilling as this one!

Faced with Thea's request, Lucius finally raised his wand and launched a beam of green light into the sky. Soon, a huge, green firework hung menacingly above the Ministry of Magic.

"it's beautiful………"

Before Thea could continue her exclamation, Lucius teleported her away from the Ministry of Magic.

If we waste any more time, this little devil might just blow up the Ministry of Magic!