Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

"Good morning, Class Monitor!"

Faced with the hostile Prefect Fane, Thea chose to greet him first to show that she still respected him.

Looking at the disheveled Pusi, Fane's eyes flashed with disdain. He was already a second-year student, yet he couldn't even control a first-year. What a waste of such a good opportunity…

Even though he was still angry, Fane had to nod to Thea to show his goodwill when he heard her greeting.

With so many people in the lounge, it's inevitable that some will feel resentful... What if they find something to use against me...?

Thinking of this, Fane's smile widened considerably.

Although he was smiling, there was a lot of coldness in his eyes: "Thea, Pusi just told me about your relationship with... Miss Granger..."

He paused briefly before continuing, "...Of course I believe in your loyalty to Slytherin, but with so many people talking, I have to be responsible for the entire Slytherin..."

Look, he's even brought up the entire Slytherin family. He really is a prefect.

Thea maintained a gentle smile, but her mind was racing: "Indeed, I do have a good relationship with Miss Hermione Granger; we've discussed academic issues together."

Seeing the uncontrollable greed and malice in Fane's eyes, Thea suddenly regretted giving them the illusion that she was easy to talk to.

"Because I cannot get the help I deserve from here, from the noble, proud Slytherins!"

Seeing that Fane could no longer maintain his composure, the young wizards were also shocked by Thea's earth-shattering words.

Is he an idiot?

How dare you say such a thing in Slytherin!

While everyone was still in shock, Thea seized the opportunity and climbed onto the high platform in the center of the sofa—a stage specially prepared for those with a keen eye.

"Senior Pusi just asked me why I'm close to Miss Granger. My answer is: Compared to many idiots who have nothing to boast about except their bloodline, I'd rather work with people who have enough wisdom to create our own wealth than constantly talk about family and bloodline and treat the glory created by our ancestors as my own!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on the young wizards' faces, Thea changed the subject: "Classmates! We don't have much time left!"

Once summer vacation is over, all of you here will graduate in a maximum of five years and a minimum of one year!

Taking five years as an example, we only have 1825 days left!

If we subtract half of our sleep time, we only have 912 days!

After deducting meals, dates, Quidditch, and other miscellaneous activities, we only have 700 days left to study at school!

There it is! That's the library, housing the finest works of wizards from all of Britain! It boasts one of the oldest collections of books in the world!

Can you really bear to think that after more than 700 days, there will be no chance to go in again?

But some might say, "I'm not a Ravenclaw, so why do I like those books?"

Indeed, Slytherins always pursue honor!

At this point, Thea's tone suddenly became more animated: "Classmates! Have you already forgotten? Just now! The great Headmaster Dumbledore snatched the honor that rightfully belonged to us rightfully from our hands!"

And they avoided discussing the allocation of the prizes for this Academy Cup!

Is this what we want?

No! Absolutely not!

So what can we do?

Students! Must we, like those "brave" Glenfields, rely on despicable means that violate school rules and have an extremely biased principal to gain honor?

Thea's impassioned speech filled all the young wizards below with righteous indignation!

Seeing their faces flushed with excitement and their hands clasped tightly together, Thea smiled with satisfaction.

Because Thea's final question was so direct, people began to whisper among themselves.

"That old bee is so biased, how could it possibly give us the honor?"

"That's right! That was clearly our Academy Cup, and now those stupid lions have taken it from us!"

"I'm going back to tell my father to work with the board of directors to remove him from his position as principal!"

Draco's statement was met with approval from many.

Everyone agreed with Draco's idea and looked up at Thea, their puppy eyes fixed on her.

Thea thought for a moment, then shook her head at the young wizards and asked:

"If Dumbledore isn't the headmaster, then who is?"

"Is it... the Dean?" a young wizard asked expectantly.

"No! It will definitely be Professor McGonagall! She's the vice principal now!"

"But she's a Grantham..."

Thea cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the young wizards to herself:

"So, Draco's idea is good, but not very feasible," Thea concluded.

"So what's your plan? How can you ensure that the honor goes to Slytherin?" Zabini, who had been silent for a long time, asked loudly, attracting the attention of countless young wizards.

Actually, my method is very simple:

Before the banquet began, we were 160 points behind Grandis, which was no small number, but we still lost in the end!

We lost because of our arrogance and complacency!

We lost because we didn't realize the importance of the savior!

So please think about this.

What if the difference in scores between us is two hundred points? Three hundred or four hundred? Would Dumbledore still be able to take the House Cup so easily?

As soon as Thea finished speaking, a heated discussion broke out in the audience. Then, Theodore took the lead in clapping, and the crisp applause spread like a virus among the young wizards.

The lounge erupted in prolonged and enthusiastic applause.

"This holiday will be the best opportunity for us to surpass everyone else!"

To win the Academy Cup by overwhelmingly dominating the competition, we must start working hard now!

Of course, every little wizard has subjects they're not good at, and that's okay! We only need to specialize in one area, whether it's potions, spells, herbs, shapeshifting, or even magical creatures!

So! Tomorrow on the train, I will tailor a personalized holiday improvement plan for each member who joins our study group!

The lounge was brightly lit, reflecting the gleaming eyes of the young wizards, and no one dared to interrupt Thea's speech.

Thea met the eyes of each pair of pupils and suddenly understood the advice and earnest teachings that her teachers in her past life always had on their lips.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, but in the end, they all boil down to one sentence:

"I sincerely hope that you can experience the joy of reaching for the stars in your studies, and keep this joy deep in your memory for a long time. I don't want it to be anything else, but I hope that this memory can help you get through the long darkness."

Finally, I hope everyone will never lose the ability to learn!

As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Even Fane, who had initially looked furious, clapped along.

For no other reason than that he was a typical Slytherin.