Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 311 Humiliation

Under the man's relentless suicidal advances, Thea finally raised her head.

It's funny, even though one of them is sitting and the other is standing, the way the standing person unconsciously bends over to accommodate the other gives off a strange feeling of master and servant.

The man seemed to realize something from the strange looks he was getting, and his already unpleasant expression turned even more ashen.

He tried to straighten up slightly, but unexpectedly met Thea's gaze.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

Like a god, without sorrow or joy.

“Mr. Parker…”

The god briefly glanced at the ant, his tone indifferent.

"you're drunk."

Thea didn't want to tarnish the banquet, so after issuing a warning, she got up and found a seat where she wouldn't be disturbed.

Gella, who was not far away, also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thea had finally managed to cultivate her character, and she couldn't let it be ruined by this clueless man.

"West--"

Seeing that Thea was about to get up, Gella naturally beckoned her over. When she came over, she saw a super beautiful chocolate cake!

Just when everyone thought it was just a minor incident and was about to continue socializing, Mr. Parker immediately gave everyone a performance that was both "silent until he made a stunning remark!"

He grabbed Thea's coat from the crook of her arm in an extremely rude manner (Thea picked it up as she got up).

Thea: "…………"

Everyone: "…………"

Although the other party quickly let go, everyone could see that he was trying to stop them.

Warriors!

That's incredibly bold!

The group exchanged glances, filled with deep emotion.

Thea ignored their flirtatious banter. She stood there, beginning to doubt whether her previous "successful feat of raiding several houses" was real.

How long has it been? Have I already lost all my authority?

Thea was internally devastated, but her expression remained cold and hard.

"Mr. Parker, what brings you here...?"

What is your purpose in coming?

What could be my purpose in coming here?

Isn't it because you saw Voldemort's cold treatment of you that you came here specifically to beat a dog when it's down?

But Parker hadn't completely lost his mind. This reason was fine as a low-class joke between them in private, but if it were brought up in public...

He felt he wanted to live a few more years.

The other party remained silent for a long time, and Thea gradually lost her patience, finally speaking again, "What is the purpose of your visit?"

Seeing that Thea was determined to get an answer, Parker got impatient and reached out to grab the glass of red wine that was on the small table.

Without thinking, he blurted out, "I'm here to congratulate you on becoming Mrs. Nott!"

His words silenced the entire hall.

Many people began to regret coming today, and some even started to wonder if their families had ever worked with this Mr. Parker.

When your business partner is an idiot, even a sure thing can be ruined and you'll go bankrupt.

Even though their minds were racing, everyone's actions were remarkably consistent—heads down, quiet.

Everyone around her was as quiet as a chicken, and Gella was no exception; she had already begun trying to cover her eyes with her sleeve.

My God, how can there be such fearless people in the world?

His series of actions and words precisely hit Thea's sore spots, and not a single one was superfluous. What a talent!

Meanwhile, compared to the apprehensive crowd, Thea was much more at ease.

She glanced at the wine glass in the other person's hand; the ruby-red liquid looked especially tempting in the clear glass.

"Are you here to congratulate me?"

His tone was calm, but Gella sensed the danger in it.

"Yeah yeah."

Parker was completely unaware of the danger, while Gella quietly pushed herself forward.

She wants to stand in the VIP section!

Watch Thea take down the scum!

Thea lived up to everyone's expectations.

She gently picked up her wine glass, tilted her head back slightly, and took a sip.

next second.

"Snapped!"

A whole glass of red wine was splashed onto Parker's bewildered face.

"Are you sober now, Mr. Parker?"

A small ripple appeared in the crowd, but it quickly returned to calm.

Gella stood at the front, her face flushed as she watched the entire event.

Even though they are the culprit who caused the other party's embarrassing situation, they still pretend to be humble and polite when they make harsh remarks.

But... I love it so much!

Without looking in a mirror, Gella knew her face must be burning red. She tried her best to cool it down, but her eyes were involuntarily glued to Thea.

"You...how dare you..."

After realizing that the other person had splashed red wine all over his face, Parker's face finally turned from ashen to bluish-black.

Gella was standing nearby, worried that the other person might suddenly faint.

Why wouldn't I dare?

As she spoke, Thea turned her gaze to the unopened bottle of red wine beside her.

In a flash, an idea popped into Gella's head, but before it could take shape, a crisp sound of shattering glass rang out.

—It's Thea.

She grabbed the bottom of the wine bottle firmly and slammed it onto the table, shattering the top half of the bottle.

"Splash!"

Most of the bottle of red wine just flowed straight down over Parker's head!

Gella stood there dumbfounded.

Parker screamed in alarm.

Thea remained calm as ever.

The increasingly rich aroma of red wine wafted over, and this bottle of red wine, which had been praised by everyone tonight for its mellow aroma, was now being used to give Parker a refreshing wash.

Nobody cares if there are shards of glass in the wine, just as they don't care about Parker's fate, because he's definitely going to die.

"You bitch—"

"Snapped!"

Another bottle of red wine followed in the footsteps of the last.

"You're crazy—"

"Snapped!"

Another bottle of red wine is ruined.

"you--"

"Snapped!"

After being "drenched" with three bottles of red wine, there was no dry spot left on Parker's upper body.

Are you awake?

"Would you like two more bottles to help you sober up?"

"you--"

"It seems he hasn't woken up yet."

Thea continued talking to herself, while her hands honestly sacrificed another bottle of red wine on Parker's head.

Seeing that Thea was determined to smash the wine bottles, old Nott looked left and right.

The son was looking up and down, but pretending not to understand.

Lucius?

From his vacant gaze, old Nott seemed to sense that the other was contemplating the philosophical question of "how a good girl can turn into a man-eating flower."

Carlo siblings?

Oh, the other party was in high spirits; old Nott had no doubt that the other party wished he could replace Thea with himself.

This way?

No.

there?

nor.

Despite the hall being teeming with talented individuals, Old Nott felt a sense of loneliness and desolation at the top.

Damn it! They're all useless!

So, old Nott could only curse under his breath while trying to figure out how to persuade him.

What if Thea gives him a bottle too?

After much internal struggle, old Nott hesitantly called out:

“Thea…”

"Swipe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people pretending to be dead around Old Nott immediately retreated, perfectly finding a safe distance from which they would not be affected, including Theodore.

Old Nott: "..."

Damn it, what a bunch of incompetent teammates!