Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

After the whistle blew, Thea immediately flew to the two of them and carefully examined their injuries.

"How about it?"

Flint arrived first, and his first instinct was to check if Thea was injured.

Only after reaching a conclusion did they turn their attention to Draco and Harry.

Harry: "..."

Draco: "..."

So I was just adopted?

"I'm fine~~ Thank you for your concern, Captain," Draco said sarcastically.

Thea felt somewhat relieved to see that Draco could still joke around.

"Potter, are you alright?" Thea asked Harry fairly, showing no favoritism.

Before Harry could answer, the remaining Gryffindor and Slytherin players arrived.

The scene was chaotic for a time.

"Alright! What Potter and Draco need now is treatment, not for you to treat them like magical creatures to be seen!"

Thea's tone was not very good. Because of Draco's injury, Thea really didn't have the patience to reason with them in a nice tone.

Although everyone was surprised by Thea's aggressiveness, they still obediently made way for the two of them to get off.

"Harry!"

As soon as the two landed, Hermione and Ron rushed forward, along with a group of people behind them.

"Draco! Are you alright?" Daphne and the others rushed over anxiously.

"Harry, your hand..."

"Make way, make way! I can fix this little injury with a single spell!" A voice that gave Harry an instant headache came from outside the crowd.

Harry's fear grew stronger as he struggled to avoid Lockhart's wand, but was unable to move due to the intense pain in his arms and back.

As the wand drew ever closer, Harry could almost see his bleak future...

"Put down your wand, Professor Lockhart!"

A voice as beautiful as heavenly music instantly saved Harry.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were speechless with shock at the scene before them:

The girl in front of me was covered in sweat and her cheeks were flushed; she had clearly just finished a strenuous workout.

Even though the girl was panting heavily, her wand remained firmly pointed at Professor Lockhart!

After witnessing the girl's genius, no one would doubt the power of Thea's spell.

Before anyone could react, Zabini quickly stood up, pulled out his wand from his pocket, and pointed it at Lockhart, whose face was filled with disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, Daphne, Theodore, and Pansy all raised their wands toward Lockhart.

"Now, I'll say it again: put down the wand you're pointing at Potter!"

Thea endured the excruciating pain in her mind and impatiently repeated the words.

Lockhart then realized what was happening. Being pointed at with a wand in public made him feel utterly humiliated, and he struggled to speak, saying, "...Miss Black, I was just trying to treat Harry..."

"I'll say it one last time, put down your wand!"

Professor Dumbledore has already informed Mrs. Pomfrey. Shouldn't professional matters be handled by professionals?

Thea's tone grew increasingly dangerous, and Hermione realized what was happening. "Please put down your wand! Madam Pomfrey will be here soon!"

Gradually, the young wizards remembered the terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons they had been taking lately and understood what Thea meant. Each of them spoke up, "Please put down your wand!"

Sounds accumulate like grains of sand forming a tower, gradually coalescing into a rope.

Under pressure from the crowd, Lockhart loosened his grip on his wand again and again, until it finally fell limply to the ground.

The farce was eventually stopped by Professor McGonagall, who rushed over. No one knows how devastated Professor McGonagall was when she saw so many young wizards raising their wands at her!

Before Professor McGonagall could make a decision on deducting points, Snape appeared like a ghost.

After Snape organized the young wizards to take Harry and Draco to the hospital wing, Thea put down her wand.

Immediately, a wave of dizziness washed over Thea.

The gasps of the crowd became Thea's last memory before she collapsed.

A sawing pain shot through my head, and the nerves at the back of my head seemed to be throbbing wildly.

Where am I? In the medical wing?

Thea's mind was hazy as she thought, but her senses gradually returned.

The next second, Thea broke free from the darkness and sat up abruptly in bed.

"Thea?"

"Thea!"

Her actions drew everyone's attention.

Thea resisted the hand that was being reached out to her.

She rubbed her forehead, her eyes gradually regaining their clarity.

She looked around and saw that the small space contained Daphne and the others, and on the hospital bed next to her lay that familiar figure.

These few people made no noise before Thea woke up, and it's a mystery how they managed to evade Madam Pomfrey.

“You guys…” Thea’s voice was a little hoarse.

Daphne quickly handed the warm water to the other person.

After Thea took a sip, a bitter taste of the potion filled her mouth.

Magic Stabilizer?

It seems like there's quite a lot?

Thea looked at Daphne with a questioning gaze.

"...While you were unconscious, Professor Snape brought several bottles of potions and forced you to drink them all..."

"You slept for about an hour. Draco and Potter are both fine and are resting in their hospital beds now..."

"And...we won!" Daphne exclaimed excitedly at the end.

"You won? That's great!" Thea also showed an extremely happy smile, but there were many emotions in her eyes that Daphne couldn't see, as if it was more than just happiness.

"The final score is 170:80. After Flint and Wood discussed it, the match is over, and Slytherin wins!" Theodore added from the side.

"How's Draco's face?" Thea asked, a hint of worry in her voice as she recalled the scratches on his face.

“He’s fine. Madame Pomfrey applied some medicine to his wound, and it healed in no time,” Zabini said.

Before Thea could ask anything else, Flint and the others rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Thea! We won!" Flint exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, we won." Thea's face lit up with a smile again.

"We've decided to have a celebration party in Slytherin tonight! Thea, remember to come!" Flint instructed.

"It won't be long, and it'll only be for the young wizards of Slytherin."

Flint added, worried that Thea might not like it.

“Okay, I’ll be there tonight!” Thea gave Flint a positive answer.

"That's good. You get some rest, I'm going to organize the celebration party!" Flint and the others left again like the wind.

"What's wrong? You look so worried." After everyone left, Thea asked Daphne with some confusion about her expression.

Daphne hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "...Professor Dumbledore said he might come to the Medical Wing tonight to see you at the victory celebration..."

“Oh…” Thea understood.

Given the seriousness of Harry's situation, Thea had reason to believe that if she hadn't been unconscious, Dumbledore would have dragged her to the headmaster's office immediately.

The thought of facing that old bee again made Thea's head start to ache once more.