Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Dispute

The final exams arrived as scheduled.

Thea once again defended her number one position amidst the horrified gazes of the young wizards.

When Thea perfectly controlled the potion in the cauldron to a bright blue color that was neither too dark nor too light, even the most unwilling little wizard lowered his head.

Look at other people's achievements, and then look at your own.

The difference in color between the two crucibles made everyone feel as if they could see the insurmountable chasm between themselves and the summit.

She had completely left her peers, and even the entire school's young wizards, far behind, running alone on the path called magic, while they couldn't even see her footprints clearly.

"Clap clap clap!"

Inside the examination hall, the scattered applause gradually coalesced into a sea of ​​sound.

Even though I cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with her, I am still happy that she once came.

Thea turned to look at those familiar faces, then slowly bowed and solemnly greeted everyone.

If you treat me with sincerity, I will do my best!

Even if I am shattered to pieces?

Yes! Even if it means being shattered to pieces!

As soon as she stepped out of the exam room, Thea raised her wand as if sensing something.

A strange emotion made Thea's heart swell with emotion...

"Take the God's Protection!"

Thea chanted the spell she had practiced hundreds and thousands of times, and the white light she had longed for gradually coalesced into the shape of an animal...

Draco and the others covered their mouths in surprise, their eyes filled with a mixture of joy and excitement.

"It's a falcon!"

"Gella exclaimed."

No one has ever recorded Miss Black's guardian spirit since then.

This led many people to believe that the other party had no ability to cast the Guardian Angel spell. Now that Gella had witnessed it with her own eyes, how could she not be excited?

Congratulations, Thea!

Draco and his companions came up in twos and threes to offer their congratulations.

Zabini, with his sharp eyes, spotted two furtive figures.

"Ignore them."

Thea lowered her eyelashes and said calmly.

Zabini and the others understood Thea's meaning and remained silent.

"idiot!"

Before leaving, Draco couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

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.

Harry and Ron had only followed Thea and her friends after they saw them heading towards a secluded spot, but they never expected to witness Thea unleashing her Patronus for the first time.

Then, quite unfortunately, they were spotted by Zabini, and the two had no choice but to leave in a hurry.

"How is that possible? How could a dark wizard possibly possess a Patronus Charm?"

Ron's impeccably patriotic worldview was once again shattered by Thea.

"How about we go ask Hermione?"

Harry was also puzzled and hesitantly voiced the idea he had been debating.

"No!" Ron immediately objected. "I don't want this! It's clearly her fault! Why should we have to give in first!"

"Boom!"

The familiar footsteps, tinged with undisguised anger, made the two boys instinctively turn around.

Hermione only left them with an angry back view.

"...Who cares? Anyone would get angry."

Ron stubbornly refused to admit that he was afraid, trying to save face.

Harry gave the other person a speechless look.

Before Harry and Ron could come up with any answers, the Weasley twins brought Harry some good news: "Dumbledore is back!"

Upon hearing this, Harry couldn't sit still any longer. Without thinking twice, he rushed to the eighth floor and, using the cheating method of reciting the names of dishes, successfully opened the door to the headmaster's office.

"...In my opinion, you are all determined to create a sense of panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built over the past thirteen years!"

Harry heard the voice before he saw the person, and he recognized it as Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

Realizing that he hadn't entered in a perfectly respectable way, Harry wanted to sneak out and come back in later, but Dumbledore's words made him stop in his tracks.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said calmly, under Fudge's horrified gaze.

“Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to turn the situation around. The most important first step is to free the Azka gang from the Dementors' control—”

"Enough!" Fudge yelled in despair, his obese body trembling slightly. "I don't understand why you're always so anxious!"

"That's just his side of the story; there's no evidence that he's back! Are you suggesting I make a huge fuss over a boy's words?"

Fudge tried desperately to persuade Dumbledore with unwavering courage, but Dumbledore's indifferent attitude made Fudge feel like a ridiculous clown on a stage.

Harry didn't hear Dumbledore's voice until some time had passed.

“Cornell, you are too obsessed with your official position, which has caused you to lose your proper judgment,” Dumbledore said, his voice gradually rising.

"You place too much importance on the so-called purity of bloodline. You haven't realized that a person's birth is not important; what matters is the kind of person they grow up to be!"

"I'm telling you now, if you follow my advice and take certain measures, then whether you're in office or not, people will see you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic in history!"

"If you do nothing, history will remember that it was because of your inaction that Voldemort had a second chance to destroy the world we have worked so hard to rebuild!"

“He’s gone mad…” Fudge muttered, taking a step back.

“If you continue to be stubborn and insist on going your own way, Connelly, we will have no choice but to part ways.”

Dumbledore's words seemed to have touched a nerve, making Fudge like a powder keg about to explode.

"Part ways? Ha! Dumbledore, do you think I don't know? Haven't you been thinking about this all along? Trying to oust me?"

Even when faced with Fudge's seemingly insane behavior, Dumbledore remained calm and composed.

"You're always the same, always so high and mighty. I'm the Minister of Magic, I am!"

Fudge shouted out the words he had kept buried for so long, and finally turned around as if exhausted to go out, just as he bumped into Harry, who was standing frozen at the door.

“Your prize money!” Fudge said curtly, pulling a large bag of gold coins from his pocket and handing it to Harry. “1000 Galleons! Please give 500 of them to Diggory for me.”

Harry took the bag blankly, watching helplessly as the other person pushed open the door and left.

"Harry?"

Dumbledore's voice came from inside the room, and Harry quickly snapped out of his daze and ran inside.

"I'm sorry... Professor, I..."

Harry stammered.

“It’s alright, Harry,” Dumbledore said kindly. “I should be the one apologizing first! You probably saw it yourself, to be honest… they’re really having a hard time accepting this…”

Dumbledore shrugged.

"Has the professor been busy with this all this time?" Harry asked, his voice full of guilt.

"It's alright. By the way, Harry, what brings you here?"

"……No."

Having witnessed firsthand the Ministry of Magic's resistance to the matter, Harry was speechless.

"Oh," Dumbledore said nonchalantly, grabbing a handful of candy from the drawer and handing it to Harry with great interest. "Hurry up and pack it! Don't let Minerva see it; she's started monitoring how much candy I eat again!"

Harry chuckled and obediently put the candy into his pocket.