Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 331 Destruction

"A lot of people attended this engagement party?"

The shell hut was filled with people who had rushed from all directions to gather, and the one who was speaking was Harry, who was naturally surrounded by people in the head seat.

"Not many, but what is certain is that those invited are definitely high-ranking members of the Death Eaters."

Lupin provided an answer.

Arthur added, "Now it's all over the newspapers and radio every day, and you can see that gold-embossed invitation everywhere in the shops. It's quite a big deal."

"An invitation?"

Harry frowned, which made Hermione, who was standing next to him, tremble with fear. She hadn't slept a wink all night since she had extracted that earth-shattering secret from Harry last night!

Harry doesn't still like her, does he?

It probably won't happen, right? It's been so long.

But what if?!

Harry has always been nostalgic…

But...Dumbledore and those lives...

Merlin's tap dance, what a tangled mess this is!

Hermione had such a headache that she nearly stood up in surprise when she heard Harry's final suggestion.

"I want to carry out an assassination right here at the engagement party."

"!!!"

The room fell silent, followed by a chorus of questions that nearly shook the house to its core.

"This is far too risky!"

"To put it another way, this is called burning your bridges. Besides, aren't we taking a risk right now? It's just to a different degree."

Harry calmly refuted each point.

"It would be very difficult to carry out; the Riddle Manor would be under heavy security that day."

"So what?" Harry raised his eyes slightly. "Polyhydral Soup, flying broomsticks, sneaking in quickly or slowly, and throwing a few Explosive Charms when the time is right—you know better than I how destructive they are when there are crowds."

"But... the danger..."

"Danger is proportional to reward. There is no free lunch in this world. We want to defeat them, and they want to kill us."

"Are we just going to let this opportunity slip by and watch them hold wands to our necks?!"

Harry spoke those last words so quickly and urgently that everyone was taken aback by his stern tone.

Harry didn't waste any time and continued to press forward.

"The Ministry of Magic is now only guarded by old Barty, who is holding onto his little corner, but it won't be long before it falls completely. I advise you not to count on him; he can barely protect himself."

"And then there's Umbridge, where they persecute MAR, amend laws, and enforce the law arbitrarily. We never know when the butcher's knife will fall on our family and friends."

"Aren't we going to resist?"

Seeing that everyone's attitude was softening, Harry pressed on.

“Dumbledore entrusted Phoenix Social to me, and I don’t want to betray his trust, and I believe you do too.”

"We gather here today for no other reason than because we share the same goal: we are the last spark of hope in the wizarding world, and the last hope for the ordinary people ravaged by war!"

"So, gentlemen, don't you really want to consider my proposal?"

After Harry finished speaking, he stood up from his chair without her noticing. He wasn't particularly strong in the crowd, and he even had stubble on his chin that had just sprouted that morning. But when he said those words, Hermione knew that he was different from before.

He has grown into a leader.

Speeches, incitement, weighing options.

He may not have known the role these things played in power struggles, but he still found a way out with his animalistic intuition, a reason that could convince everyone.

However, she led a group of people to disrupt Blake's engagement party...

Did Harry really not have a vengeful mentality?

Hermione's question had barely formed when she turned and met Harry's gaze, which was as impeccable as ever.

"what happened?"

Harry was a little confused.

"It's nothing, just a trivial matter."

It really is a trivial matter.

Hermione smiled; she had figured it out.

So what if Harry still likes Black?

It's impossible for them.

From birth.

Harry was too upright to allow his own selfishness to prevail over the hatred of his parents and teachers.

So what if he has the desire for revenge?

That's perfect, their current enemies are the Death Eaters.

As for Blake?

Would such a proud and outstanding girl really be so fixated on someone with whom there is no possibility of anything?

will not.

Therefore, it's impossible for the two of them to be together.

Why should she dwell on whether she likes it or not?

Having figured everything out, Hermione walked with an unusual lightness in her step, so much so that Harry and Ron couldn't help but look at her.

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!"

Hermione put her hands on her hips and yelled, and the two of them immediately went to work obediently.

The world is still a beautiful place. Hermione sighed inwardly, looking at the still-developing plans before her, if she didn't have a job.

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"Except for a three-year-old child, probably no one outside knows that you are getting engaged."

With nothing to do, Gella sat by Thea's bedside peeling an apple for her and made some teasing remarks about Thea.

"Isn't this normal?"

"It's the engagement party of the Dark Lord's daughter, after all. It would be strange if it went unnoticed."

"Too,"

Gella listened intently and casually popped the peeled apple into her mouth.

When she met Thea's speechless gaze, Gella gave an awkward smile, "Or—you could eat from here?"

"Need not."

Thea refused without hesitation, so Gella had no choice but to take out another apple and start peeling it, while continuing to make small talk with Thea.

Thea agreed verbally, but what she was thinking was something else entirely.

"This is Voldemort's military parade, how could it not be grand?"