Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 The Return of the Ministry of Magic

Seeing Voldemort's rather "pleasant" expression, Thea slowly relaxed as well. As she relaxed, her physical fatigue became particularly noticeable.

"Go and rest!" Voldemort seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today, but if you looked closely, you could also see his arrogance.

Is there some big operation going on?

Her brain, which had been exposed to the wind all night, was a bit sluggish, like a machine that hadn't been lubricated in a long time. Thea decided to put the problem aside for now and focused on walking to her room.

As Thea stepped onto the long corridor on the third floor, she could clearly see the scene in a certain room through the open door: people dressed in uniform black robes were scattered in various corners of the room, one holding a wand and the other a quill pen, with parchment under their arms. Snow-white documents fluttered above their heads like snowflakes, finally landing lightly on someone's desk...

The noisy sounds contrasted sharply with the calm and peaceful scene outside the window.

They can actually write?

Thea was somewhat incredulous, but quickly became serious. They seemed to be preparing for something. Was it because of that big event that was about to begin?

Thea remained silent, watching quietly for a while before moving towards the room.

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Unexpectedly, Thea had a wonderful sleep.

When she lay down, it was still a bright sunny day, but when she woke up, the afterglow of the setting sun had already shone into the bedroom.

Like a hangover, a headache instantly swept over Thea's brain, coupled with stomach cramps caused by hunger, making it take Thea a while to recover in bed before she could barely muster her energy.

"Oh!"

A familiar, phantom-shifting sound suddenly rang out.

"Kari?"

"Greetings, little master!"

Compared to other house-elves who are often overly excited, this elf is noticeably much quieter.

"Master instructed Kari to prepare food for you. Does the young master intend to eat in his room?"

"No, I'll eat at the restaurant."

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When Thea arrived at the restaurant after getting ready, she found that dinner was already laid out on the table.

Before she could even take two bites, Voldemort walked in.

Seeing that Voldemort was gesturing for her to continue eating, Thea continued to focus on cutting the lamb chops on her plate.

"Remember to attend the meeting on the second floor tomorrow afternoon," Voldemort said, swallowing the bread in his mouth.

This is the second time he has mentioned the meeting tomorrow afternoon.

Thea agreed without changing her expression.

Is there some kind of event?

"You'll find out tomorrow." Voldemort's tone rose slightly, showing that he had high hopes for this event.

"By the way, I recently acquired some interesting books. Nagini will take you to pick them up in a bit."

Thea was startled. She looked under the table and, sure enough, Nagini had crawled in at some point.

[Nagini?]

【…Hello, little master!】

Seeing that his young master had discovered him, Nagini stopped hiding and simply wrapped himself slowly around Voldemort's leg.

【are you hungry?】

I'm not hungry, it's not my dinner time yet!

Thea paused, realizing that it was indeed only about 4 p.m., neither Nagini's dinner time nor Voldemort's...

"What are you standing there for?" Voldemort asked in Parsley. "After you finish eating, you can go to the back and say hello to them. After all, you'll be working with them tomorrow."

Thea wanted to find out what the operation was, but Voldemort had already put down his knife and fork, so she had no choice but to shut up and focus on eating.

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The meeting the following afternoon informed Thea of ​​the specific details of the operation.

They need to find something.

That item is in the Ministry of Magic.

In other words, they want to rob the Ministry of Magic!

Thea: "…………"

It wasn't really that surprising.

Thea assumed that the action plan would be proposed by Voldemort, and then the rest of the people would simply raise their hands to vote, but that was not the case.

The action plan was described by Lucius, and the remaining Death Eaters volunteered to carry it out, with Voldemort ultimately deciding on the final selection.

“Lucius, you’re in charge…”

"Nott, you're in charge..."

After a series of personnel arrangements were made, including those for the vanguard, lookouts, combatants, and retreat cover, Voldemort turned his gaze to Thea beside him.

"Thea, you'll be working alongside Lucius tomorrow."

"Yes," Thea agreed without hesitation.

"Remember to stay close to me tomorrow." After the meeting, Lucius approached Thea and said earnestly.

"More than the prophecy ball, the master hopes to see you grow."

Thea raised an eyebrow. "So, my main task tomorrow is... to broaden my horizons?"

Lucius's face kept changing color from green to white after hearing this.

What parent would send their child to the Ministry of Magic to broaden their horizons?

Seeing the smile on Thea's lips, Lucius felt a pang in his heart, and decided to just give up and say, "...more or less."

Thea was genuinely surprised. "Are you serious?"

The words gleaming in Thea's eyes sent another jolt through Lucius: This isn't a question of whether I'm serious or not!

Seeing Lucius grow increasingly silent, Thea changed the subject, "How is Aunt Narcissa doing lately?"

When his wife was mentioned, Lucius's smile broadened considerably. "Thankfully, Draco came back yesterday, and she was very happy."

"That's good," a genuine smile appeared on Thea's face. "Give her my regards."

“I will,” Lucius nodded in agreement.

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On a dark and windy night, people are killing people and setting fires.

A group of men in black robes infiltrated the Ministry of Magic in several batches. Thea was in the third batch. All the spies from the entrance of the Ministry of Magic to the Department of Mysteries had been removed.

"Are there still people in the Department of Mysteries?" Thea asked Lucius in a low voice.

"Not sure. Nott and the others need to keep watch outside to make sure those idiots haven't spotted us."

"Oh." Thea understood; their group was the vanguard that had broken into the Department of Mysteries.

Thea thought for a moment and decided to send Nagini ahead. Snakes have much more sensitive senses than humans, and Thea could also communicate with it using her Parseltongue.

With someone taking the lead, Lucius naturally agreed.

[Nagini, go in and see if anyone's there. If they are, don't bite them yet; be careful to hide yourself.]

【Okay!】

Nagini flicked the tip of its tail, and its tongue flicked dangerously, seemingly displeased with Thea's instructions.

【obedient!】

Thea couldn't help but emphasize again that Nagini's response was to flick the tip of his tail once more.

As Nagini marched into the house, Thea tiptoed in after her, while Lucius and the others waited quietly outside for Thea to deliver a message.