Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 359 Thoughts

Harry felt like he was in a beautiful dream.

The dream began with a fantastical invitation, but ended with a chilling sense of falling.

I thought that after that heart-pounding feeling of falling, there would be endless darkness, or perhaps I would meet the legendary Merlin, or, if I was lucky, I would see my parents, whose memories had long since faded into the depths of my mind…

But none of these are true.

Harry knew clearly that he had been pushed off the dragon, but his only memory of what followed was Hermione and Ron's desperate cries. Before that, he had never imagined that his two friends would make such a heart-wrenching cry.

Am I dead?

Flashes of his past flashed before his eyes, but the howling wind and his friend's weeping prevented him from fully immersing himself in this reflection on his life.

wait wait wait!

Wasn't he dead?

Could it be that the Killing Curse has struck him again, just like it did when he was one year old?

As soon as the guess came out, Harry broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but think about another person involved in the murder.

He seems to be alive, but what about her?

Will she be the second person to suffer the backlash of the Killing Curse?

Then she will come back 10 years later, and he will be forced to repeat everything he is experiencing now.

This is simply... a fucked-up life!

Harry, too enraged to notice, saw the whistling wind in his ears gradually subside, and even the sobbing stopped.

"Hermione—"

Ron, trembling as he stepped off the rocket crossbow, his mouth agape in utter shock, was seen by Hermione through her tearful eyes.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say!"

Hermione's voice was heavy with nasal consonant, but tears welled up in her eyes before she could speak.

"Something's not right... Hermione, he... he still has body temperature!"

Ron, emboldened by who-knows-where, pointed at Harry's body that had been knocked down and shouted.

Hermione: "!!!"

Ignoring her aching legs, Hermione rushed to Harry's side. Her hands, almost frozen, felt no warmth, but Harry's breath brought the two conscious individuals together to tears.

"He's not dead... I knew it... How could the savior fall so easily—"

Hermione and Ron were excited for a while, then gave Harry a full check-up, bandaging, and cleaning.

Throughout the process, no matter how she tried to manipulate the other party, they remained completely unmoved. To be honest, if they were still breathing, Hermione would have been so exhausted that she would have wanted to give up.

Harry is unaware of his friend's plans. Due to severe sleep deprivation and prolonged mental stress, Harry has been in a deep sleep.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, his sense of responsibility as a savior regained control of his consciousness, and so, Harry drifted back into Voldemort's thoughts.

Unlike his previous powerful attacks, this time, as soon as Harry entered the other's mind, a tangible weakness instantly made even his vision much clearer.

It was still that spacious laboratory. Harry immediately spotted the girl on the operating table, her breathing barely perceptible. Her long hair was spread out on the bed, making her skin appear even paler.

"...You are my most perfect creation—"

"My daughter...my...stepping stone!"

The scene suddenly changed.

This time, Thea was kneeling in front of him.

Harry clearly felt the barrage of questions and interrogations coming his way:

"Why was there not a single message sent out during the mission?"

“They kept a close watch on me; I was basically surrounded by people every moment of the day, 24 hours a day.”

Thea remained calm and composed.

Harry had an answer in his mind: it seemed that this was how Thea trained to remain calm and composed even when faced with a major crisis during interrogation.

"Why didn't you make your move the moment they entered Gringotts? Do you even know how much damage you've caused me this time?!"

"........."

Thea remained silent for a rather long time this time, but Harry felt that she was probably speechless at Voldemort's question.

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. Apart from that opportunity, I couldn't find any other time to make Potter lower his guard."

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head; Harry suddenly sobered up.

That's true; the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

She never does anything she's not sure about.

The questioning is still ongoing.

"What's your explanation for those two flying brooms?"

"My abilities are insufficient to allow me to control the direction while holding the iron chain in my hand, and to take down all three of them within three seconds."

Once the reason was given, the silent man became Voldemort.

A moment later, Harry felt like he was about to say something, but his consciousness was fading again. Before he left, he only saw the girl expressionlessly stab his scarred wrist again.

The glaring color of blood was something Harry would never forget, and what followed gave him a headache.

Before his eyes flashed a series of images: Harry strained to open his eyes and recognized the era by the vintage buildings and furnishings in the images.

Voldemort's childhood and youth.

He saw the notebook as it was, now damaged.

I saw the legendary Hufflepuff Cup;

I saw the pendant that Ron had destroyed;

I saw that dazzling resurrection stone;

They also saw Ravenclaw's crown and the snake that always followed Voldemort.

Harry thought: He has found his next goal.