Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 277 Aerial Chase

"You are a good boy."

In her hazy and bizarre dream, Thea clearly captured the pity, regret, and helplessness in those words.

If it weren't for the inconvenient location, Thea would have almost burst out laughing. Even in her dreams, she could imagine the expression on the speaker's face.

Compassionate yet ruthless.

"Wake up."

The deliberately lowered voice made Thea, who was leaning against the tree branch, open her eyes easily. Her eyes were clear, as if the brief dream she had just had was just an illusion.

"Bella and the others sent word that there's some commotion in the yard."

As Alex spoke, he remained vigilant about his surroundings, fearing that Potter might suddenly appear out of nowhere and escape right in front of them.

"it is good."

Thea gave a brief reply and took off her large hat in response.

Static electricity lifted a few stray hairs from Thea's hair, and Alex inadvertently caught a glimpse of this rather adorable scene, but he quickly looked down.

He hadn't forgotten Thea's glorious deeds from a few days ago.

She led a few meddlesome Ministry of Magic sprees through Liechtenstein, and in just one week, the corpses of mountain trolls had piled up into a 100-inch-high hill.

So terrifying.

"Notice!"

Thea's reminder snapped Alex back to his senses. He instinctively gripped his wand tighter, and the seven Death Eaters behind him also became alert. They began to shift their positions, each looking intently in the direction Thea was pointing.

In the distance, a huge, indistinct object hurtled toward them.

The enormous object drew closer, and everyone could already see the arc of light at its tail.

"It's a flying broom."

Thea spoke softly, but her hand gripped her wand tightly.

This wand is an old friend of hers; it's made of ebony, has the heartstrings of a dragon, and was a spare wand that Lucius gave her when she was in her second year.

Although I'm a little unfamiliar with it, it shouldn't be a big deal.

She was content as long as she survived; she had no grand ambitions.

The air whistled deafeningly due to intense friction, and before Thea could issue further orders, the Death Eaters swarmed them.

The number of flying brooms in the air suddenly surged.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

As the Death Eaters swarmed him, Moody cursed under his breath while unleashing a powerful spell at them.

"Whoosh!"

With a straight downward arc, Moody successfully solved one.

Thea, who was flying behind, clearly saw the whole process. The unlucky guy wasn't actually hit by the curse, but unfortunately, the curse struck the tail of the flying broom. The flying broom, which suddenly lost its balance, was naturally ruined, and so was the unlucky guy.

The appearance of the unlucky guy did not slow down either side for even a second; on the contrary, it became a sign of the escalation of the battlefield.

In an instant, green light flew everywhere.

With their numerical advantage, the Death Eaters easily overwhelmed Moody and his group, forcing them to temporarily preserve their strength by dodging.

As for Thea, she has an even more important task: to find Harry Potter.

Looking at the "Harry" on the flying broomstick, who was tightly covering his mouth and whose face was contorted with fear, Thea was speechless for a moment.

Is the entry barrier to the Order of the Phoenix really that low?

How come there are all sorts of monsters and demons here?

"That Potter is a fake!"

Ignoring Moody's glare that seemed to want to tear her to pieces, Thea's shocking remark startled both sides.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Upon hearing this, the Death Eaters felt more confident.

They were just worried about accidentally killing Harry, whom their master had specifically requested. Now that it's confirmed to be fake, they naturally don't need to worry anymore.

Besides, if they could also take the lives of a few members of the Order of the Phoenix, maybe they could avoid suffering a few more Cruciatus Curses next time.

Thinking of the Cruciatus Curse, the Death Eaters silently increased the intensity of their attacks.

Fortunately, Moody's years as an Auror had not been in vain; he managed to survive the onslaught of enemies even with a burden in tow.

Seeing that the battle was relatively stable, Thea decided to slack off and steadfastly followed behind Moody and the others, occasionally rushing out to unleash a few spells to prove that she was also contributing.

With that reminder just now, she should be able to get through tonight, right?

Thea slowly made up her mind.

The battle gradually reached a stalemate.

Compared to the stalemate between Moody and Thea, Harry's situation was a true life-or-death struggle.

After two Death Eaters recognized the real Harry with their signature "Expelliarmus" weapon and shouted it out, Harry realized that what he thought was a brush with death was just an appetizer.

he came.

He flew like a wisp of smoke, his flowing black robes billowing in the wind, the black mist slowly enveloping Harry like a nightmare.

Avada Kedavra!

Two deadly curses in succession signaled the escalation of the battle.

Inside the violently shaking motorcycle, Harry struggled to steady himself while fiercely firing spells at the dark figure behind him.

Aside from your weapon, you collapsed unconscious, your divine blade vanished without a trace…

He unleashed almost every offensive spell he knew.

No matter how hard he tried, the dark figure remained close to him, and he kept casting deadly spells, seemingly enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

"Potter! You will eventually die by my hand!"

Harry's heart was pounding, but he didn't miss Hagrid's slight tremor.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, we will—"

Before he could finish speaking, another green beam shot towards Harry.

Having narrowly escaped another Killing Curse, Harry's anger flared even more.

"Hagrid, drive the motorcycle more carefully!"

"it is good!"

The half-giant's voice was deep and powerful, and Harry's resolve was strengthened once again.

"Except your weapons!"

Avada Kedavra!

"boom!"

The clash of spells produced a sound like muffled thunder, which spread rapidly through the air within half a second, and the invisible ripples of the spells also rebounded.

Feeling the metallic taste in his mouth and the dull pain in his chest, Harry didn't have time to spit out the blood. He hurriedly said, "Quick, let's go! Before he can react!"

Voldemort was genuinely caught off guard; his cat-and-mouse spell had actually been blocked by Harry?!

Even if he didn't use his full strength, but...

Voldemort's thoughts were racing, but his body betrayed him, pushing the flight spell to its limit.

Porter must not be allowed to stay, no matter what!

Perhaps Merlin didn't want the novel to end either, like all good novels, where Voldemort was just one step away from catching up with and killing Potter.

Unfortunately, it was just one step away.