Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 129 Hunger

In the dimly lit office, several small snakes stood trembling amidst a pile of potion ingredient specimens. Judging from the professor's expression, they felt they might soon become one of those specimens...

"Tell me, why do you always have to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office?"

Snape's voice was low and menacing, which made the little snakes tremble involuntarily.

"say!"

With Snape's sharp shout, Draco straightened up, ignoring the stares from those around him who looked at him like a "savior," and forced himself to remain calm, saying:

"...Professor, we intend to learn the Patronus Charm from Professor Lupin..."

As the professor's face grew darker and darker, Draco's voice grew softer and softer.

"Learn the Guardian Charm?"

Snape's tone was somewhat complicated, and Zabini, standing behind him, raised an eyebrow.

"Because of Dementors!"

Draco keenly sensed that the professor's tone had softened slightly, and mustered his courage to speak.

"Thea said that since the Dementors attacked us once, they are very likely to attack us again! We are not willing to gamble on the probability that the Dementors will not attack us!"

As he spoke, Draco's tone gradually became firm, and the people behind him also looked up and stared directly at the professor.

Snape looked at the several determined eyes before him and found it somewhat amusing. Children from dark wizarding families were actually going to learn the Patronus Charm?

But Snape didn't laugh in the end. He remained silent for a long time before finally saying dryly, "Go down and copy the contents of the werewolf chapter."

"Professor! You agreed to our request?" Draco exclaimed in surprise.

"Say one more word, and this assignment will be due tomorrow."

Snape threatened coldly.

Draco and the others immediately covered their mouths and rushed out of the office.

In the dimly lit office, Snape thought for a moment, then finally left the office and climbed the stairs leading to the headmaster's office.

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After Halloween, another exciting event is about to begin – Quidditch!

"Oh! Thea, if only you hadn't quit the team! I guarantee you'd continue to create miracles this year!"

As soon as Thea and her friends stepped into the Quidditch pitch, Flint, who was in the stands, spotted Thea and quickly came over to greet her.

"I'm so sorry, I really can't spare the time. My study schedule is quite full today, and I just can't find the time."

Thea said with some guilt that she still really liked the feeling of flying, but she couldn't help having to learn so much.

Flint didn't dwell on it, after all, the team now had new members, and if they continued talking about it...

"By the way, Draco, why did you leave the team too?"

Draco glanced at Thea instinctively, sticking to his answer, "Sorry, Captain..."

He used to really like Quidditch, but at some point, it started to hold less and less weight in his heart...

Seeing the gap between him and Thea widening, he really didn't want to waste any more time on the Quidditch pitch.

He did like Quidditch, but that liking wasn't enough to make him give up pursuing Thea.

Anyway, most of my previous obsession with Quidditch was because of Potter, and the rest was mostly out of curiosity. Now that I've already beaten Potter once, there's no need to waste any more time on it.

Seeing that Draco was about to bring up his learning theory, Flint immediately changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Puse is calling me, I have to go now, let's talk again next time!"

Draco watched helplessly as the other person left like the wind, his prepared words stuck in his throat, making the young master's face turn red with anger, while the people around him laughed without restraint.

Thea didn't laugh; her eyes were fixed on the sky, as if she were deep in thought.

"What are you looking at?"

Gella, who was next to Thea, nudged her arm.

"The weather isn't very good today."

Thea gave an irrelevant answer.

Upon hearing this, the group looked up at the sky. The sky was extremely gloomy, and dark clouds were gradually gathering above Hogwarts, as if rain was about to fall at any moment.

"Indeed, the weather was quite nice this morning."

Gella echoed.

"Fortunately, today's match isn't between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor."

Daphne looked relieved. The others knew that Flint had used some tricks, but they didn't care.

The word "treacherous" is not a derogatory term in Slytherin.

"We've been in school for almost two months now..."

"Yes!"

The group looked at each other, puzzled as to why Thea had brought this up.

"That means those Dementors have been starving for two months..."

Thea said softly.

The people around them were startled; they had already guessed what Thea was about to say.

They immediately looked up and saw several dark figures moving about in the thick clouds.

Draco swallowed hard, the scene from the first day of school flashing through his mind, and stammered, "They shouldn't be that rampant... after all, Dumbledore is here..."

"Maybe..."

Thea said something cryptic.

The next second, Theodore said firmly, "Don't worry, Thea, I...we will protect you!"

Thea turned her head, her face beaming with a smile, "Thank you."

Theodore's heart skipped a beat.

Finally, a whistle brought him back to his senses.

The game started.

The first thing to do was for the players from both sides to enter the field.

Harry seemed a little distracted, and to be honest, he'd been like this for a long time.

For Harry, everything that had happened in recent days was too sudden. First, Buckbeak attacked Draco, then Thea and Hagrid got into a fight, and then Thea and the others stopped talking to him...

That inter-departmental friendship seems to have come to an end.

He didn't understand why all of this had happened, why things had turned out this way.

If it weren't for that special contribution award, Harry would almost have thought that fighting side-by-side last semester was just a dream...

He tried asking Hermione, but couldn't find her. He asked Ron, but Ron couldn't say anything either...

"Hey! Harry! Snap out of it!"

Harry was patted on the shoulder by his teammates, and that's when he came to his senses.

He looked towards the audience, where a great deal of noise was taking place.

"Go for it, Harry, you're the best."

Hermione, who had been out of sight for a while, called out to Harry and cast a spell on his glasses, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly even in a storm.

Harry nodded his thanks, feeling so disappointed that he didn't want to speak.

As Harry mounted his broom, he heard countless people calling his name. In the pouring rain, he strained to look toward the Slytherin stands, where, among several familiar figures, a girl stood out with a faint expression.

Amidst the cheers, Harry never heard the cheer he was most looking forward to.