Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 185 Fever

Once the private room was completely quiet, Thea finally closed her eyes with peace of mind.

She calmly reviewed everything that had happened that night in her mind, the scene of Voldemort's resurrection appearing frame by frame until her blood stained the potion. This time, Thea smiled...

But the pain in her arm resurfaced, the pain from the Cruciatus Curse spreading throughout her body like an electric current, causing Thea to frown.

Although Theodore had treated the wound on her arm again, the pain had been etched into Thea's subconscious because it was treated too late.

So, Thea found herself in a very awkward situation. Her subconscious mind kept telling her that her left hand was still bleeding, but her reason told her that the wound had already healed...

The room was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. Thea forced herself to calm down and rest; after all, the challenge wasn't over yet…

The sky gradually brightened.

Hogwarts awoke from its slumber, and the young wizards began their usual chasing and playing.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron broke the silence of the hospital wing.

"Today is your awards ceremony! You'd better prepare well!"

Ron was so excited that his face turned red, as if he were the one who had won the championship.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable in the face of Ron's enthusiasm.

Hermione, ever observant, noticed something was off with Harry. "Harry, does your wound still hurt?"

"No, Madam Pomfrey is very capable." Besides, he wasn't the one who was most seriously injured.

Harry silently swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Then get up and get ready!" Ron urged Harry when he heard him say he was fine. "Brother, you're the star today! You can't be late!"

Despite Ron's urging, Harry still didn't reveal what happened last night. But what puzzled Harry even more was that Dumbledore came to the hospital wing right after Mrs. Weasley and the others left last night.

Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore what to do next, but Dumbledore's reply was: "I'm sorry, Harry, you may need to keep what happened last night a secret."

Harry froze, stunned by Dumbledore's words. Looking up, he saw the palpable weariness on Dumbledore's face. "Harry, the wizarding world is finding this hard to accept… They need time… and so do we…"

Harry felt his anger growing, but a strange sense of relief welled up inside him, a relief that made him despise himself.

Do you still want to defend her?

She's been lying to you all along!

She lied to everyone!

Harry didn't know how he got rid of Dumbledore; two opposing emotions were raging within him, making him restless even in his sleep.

"Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry with surprise. "Are you alright?"

Harry turned around and met the same worried look in his two friends' eyes. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Harry smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling, and the two couldn't detect anything amiss.

Ron wasn't the only one who was anxious and frustrated; Daphne and the others were also wandering around the entrance of the private room like headless flies.

"What should I do? What should I do? Breakfast time is only half an hour away!" Pansy kept muttering to herself.

Daphne, standing to the side, also gripped the hem of her dress tightly, but remained silent.

Draco and the others looked anxious.

As time ticked by, Gella stood up first, ignoring the several pairs of burning eyes behind her, and gently knocked on the door.

"Thea?"

"Thea? Are you awake?"

"Thea? If you don't say anything, I'm coming in!"

Draco and the others also noticed and walked behind Gellar, gripping their wands tightly.

Gella pressed her entire face against the door, but still couldn't hear a sound.

"Thea? I'm coming in..."

"Araho Cave Opens!"

The three spells opened the door smoothly, but Draco and the others' expressions grew increasingly grim—Thea hadn't cast any spells on the door!

"Thea!"

Gella was the first to rush to Thea's bedside. Looking at the unconscious person on the bed—her lips were dry and chapped, and there were two flushed patches on her usually fair and delicate face, clearly indicating that she had a fever.

Theodore!

Before Gella could finish shouting, Theodore immediately ran to Thea's bedside. After seeing Thea's current condition, his face also turned pale.

He reached out his hand, trembling, and the warmth of Thea's forehead made his heart sink to the bottom.

He quickly loosened the bandages on Thea's left arm, and seeing that the wound was healing fairly well, he took out several bottles of potions from his pocket. After identifying them, he hurriedly poured them down Thea's throat.

"I should have stayed..."

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Draco interrupted Theodore hastily. "How is Thea?"

"...It's not too bad...but I can't guarantee when Thea will wake up...she's been working too hard lately, and with what happened last night, Merlin can't hold on much longer either..."

The group fell silent. They knew more or less what had happened last night. Besides that person, who would dare to cast the Cruciatus Curse on Thea?

Aside from that resurrected one, what else could possibly require the dean to personally intervene and keep watch over these few nobody for most of the night?

Draco sighed as he looked at the familiar figures around him.

He had initially thought that, at least while they were in school, they could maintain that fragile friendship...

But after this incident, how much of their friendship, which was based on mutual interests, remains?

"What do we do now?" Pansy asked nervously. "Should we call Mrs. Pomfrey over?"

"no!"

Draco immediately dismissed the idea. Although he still couldn't figure out the headmaster's attitude, judging from Thea's actions last night, Draco felt that Thea definitely didn't want to alarm anyone...

"Well... we can't just stand by and watch, can we?" Pansy asked, her voice trembling with tears.

"What are you crying about? Thea isn't dead yet!"

Despite Draco's usual smiling demeanor, when he turns cold, everyone can vaguely see the way Thea might get angry.

“Wait... ten more minutes…” Draco pursed his lips, his gaze fixed firmly on Thea. “I believe in Thea! She will never let this defeat you!”

Looking at the coldness in Draco's eyes, no one could tell that he was still a young master.

When did that fearless young master grow up?

Everyone was lost in memories.

The owl clock on the wall ticked away, and everyone's anxiety grew. They prepared to send Thea to the medical wing and also worked on how to talk to Dumbledore...

"Um………"

Thea's groan brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Thea tasted the bitter potion in her mouth and saw the surprised expressions on everyone's faces. How could she not understand what had happened?

"Daphne? Could you help me cover up my face?"

Thea didn't need to look in the mirror to know how bad her complexion was.

"…certainly!"

Before Thea could say anything more, Draco and the others quickly prepared hot water and towels, then carefully withdrew.

As Gella wiped the fine sweat from Thea's neck, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, Gella almost couldn't hold back her tears.

"Don't cry..."

Thea said weakly.

"Um……"