Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Thea's cold treatment method worked; as soon as she wrote a word in her notebook, Tom's handwriting immediately appeared.

"Annie, have you been busy these past few days? Why haven't you come to see me?"

If Tom could send voice messages, Thea would definitely be able to hear the deep grievance in his words.

Seeing Tom's eagerness, Thea's lips curled into a smile. She casually fiddled with an ornament in one hand, while slowly writing with the other:

"Tom, I'm very curious, who was the one who opened the secret room in the first place? And how do you know so much about it?"

“Annie, I cannot prove the truth of everything I have said with my meager words, but I can let you in to see…”

Tom hadn't finished writing when Thea rudely interrupted, "No need! I found some very interesting information about the secret room."

Around 1942, Rubeus Hagrid of Gryffindor was expelled from school for alleged murder, the specific reasons for which are unknown. That same year, a student named Tom Marvolo Riddle received the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award…

Thea paused, then wrote, "Now, should I continue writing, Mr. Riddle?"

The laptop didn't respond for a while, but Thea didn't want to miss this golden opportunity, so she continued writing:

“I was very curious about your identity, so I checked the Hogwarts enrollment list for the past hundred years, and sure enough, your name was on it.”

What surprises me is that there isn't a single successful person in the entire wizarding world with the same name as you. Judging from the knowledge you usually display in your speech, I find it hard to believe that you will remain unknown in the future...

So I started with your name, and guess what interesting thing I found?

Seeing that the laptop was still pretending to be dead, Thea revealed her true colors.

“I found a very interesting place name: Little Hangleton, and there I discovered…”

"Shut up!!!"

Tom's anger almost materialized, and his flamboyant handwriting revealed his turbulent inner state.

Thea ignored him and continued writing: "I heard about someone there, a Muggle with the same name as you."

Tom's smile vanished completely.

Even through the laptop, Thea could feel the other person's anger and the look in their eyes that seemed to want to strangle her on the spot.

Merlin above, this feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife is just wonderful!

What do you want?

I don't know how much time passed, but then another elegant sentence appeared in the notebook.

“I want the truth, Mr. Riddle. The truth about how you lured that poor girl into opening the secret room!” Thea wrote slowly.

"I'm sorry, Annie, I apologize for hiding it from you."

Thea raised an eyebrow and continued reading.

"Although my behavior was terrible, I still hope you can forgive my stupidity."

"The reason I hid my identity from you is because I was worried that if I told you my true identity, it might cause you to reject me. After all, I am of mixed race, and I definitely don't want to lose you as a friend."

Upon seeing this, Thea sighed almost imperceptibly and said helplessly, "Tom, you've said so much, but you haven't mentioned my question at all. Do you really want me to tell you everything I know?"

"On May 9th, another petrochemical incident occurred, and at the same time I noticed something unusual about myself."

"Tom, please answer me, why did you cast a confusion spell on me?"

The laptop stopped working again, and Thea didn't expect an explanation, so she continued writing:

"I suspect that you used some kind of psychological suggestion to get to my side, Miss Weasley."

But this time, you used a confusion spell on me. Should I be honored by your high regard?

Thea stopped writing and waited for the other person to speak.

But she noticed that her own magic was slowly draining away.

"Tom, you really won't give up until you hit a brick wall!" Thea thought to herself, then decisively cut off the magic supply.

"Tom, I'm curious, after using a powerful Confusion Charm and losing me as your source of magic, what other surprising things can you do?"

After saying that, Thea immediately closed the notebook and locked it in the special storage box for black magic items without hesitation for a second.

After doing all this, Thea looked around. To prevent the incident in the movie where Harry's notebook was stolen, Thea added several more anti-lock charms to the drawer and several warning charms to the bedroom door to ensure that no house-elves could get in except for Daphne and herself.

After doing all this, Thea walked toward the observatory with peace of mind.

Thea never thought she could subdue this young Dark Lord with just a few words. Her goal was always clear: to use the information gap to temporarily stabilize this extremely suspicious and cautious Slytherin.

As long as Tom doesn't interfere in the final battle of the school year, Thea's first step in her plan will be a success!

"Thea!"

As soon as Harry saw Thea appear, he ignored Draco's strange look and immediately stood up to greet her.

“Potter, you arrived very quickly,” Thea replied with a smile.

“Thea, this is our hypothesis about the locked room monster that we’ve compiled over the past few days, along with a list of suspects who opened the locked room before,” Daphne said, handing the list to Thea.

“Because Granger was petrified so suddenly…and a lot of the data was with her…this has slowed our progress considerably,” Daphne said with some guilt.

"It's alright, Daphne, you've done a great job!"

Thea patted the other person on the shoulder to comfort them, then walked to her seat and sat down.

"Thea, why did you suddenly call us here today? Is there something you need?"

Draco was a little confused. He was writing a paper in the library when he found Thea looking for him. He quickly put down his pen and came over.

"Because of the petrochemical incidents that have occurred repeatedly this academic year, we established this investigation team, and so far, we have achieved some results."

But what happens next is beyond our control! So I will leave it to Professor McGonagall.”

Thea's words stirred up a huge wave of discussion.

“How can this be?” Harry exclaimed.

"Potter!"

Seeing that Harry was getting agitated, Daphne immediately stopped him.

Thea gave Daphne a grateful smile, then quietly handed Harry a cup of honey tea and said slowly:

"Because we are not capable enough. Last time, we already had a hard time dealing with just that group of spiders, let alone facing a monster that has lived for hundreds of years."

Harry swallowed hard, calming his head after his earlier outburst of excitement, and said, "Sorry, Thea."

"It's ok."

Thea said gently, and even though the other person's tone softened, Thea did not miss the fleeting resentment in the other person's eyes.

She was all too familiar with this feeling.

"Potter!"

Thea called out to Harry and slipped a beautifully crafted pendant into his hand.

"This is my latest defensive pendant. It not only has three Iron Armor Spells inside, but I have also added a danger warning function."

Seeing Harry's surprise, Thea calmly explained.

"Take good care of yourself."

I hope the butterfly effect I caused won't kill you prematurely.