Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Harry was reminded by Thea and immediately went to discuss it with Ron and Hermione.

"Since we're looking for the Slytherin successor, we should naturally start with Slytherin!"

Seeing that Harry had finally recovered from his low spirits, Ron immediately made the suggestion.

"...So, where should we start?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“Malfoy!” Ron said without hesitation, offering his reason: “He’s very popular in Slytherin, so he must be very well-informed!”

“Okay!” Harry was pleased for a moment, but quickly frowned again. “So we’re going to the Slytherin common room? How do we get there?”

When Harry asked the question, Ron was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Ron's eyes lit up as he stared at a certain spot, and Harry followed suit:

"Hermione!" x2.

Hermione sighed, really not wanting to admit that these two silly, deer-like boys were her friends.

Although she felt her friend didn't seem very bright, Hermione still pulled out her secret weapon.

"What is this?" Ron pinched his nose, looking at the viscous liquid in the glass with a look of disgust.

“A compound potion! I’ve added the target’s hair to it. Now all you have to do is drink it, and you’ll transform into that person. It’ll take effect for an hour,” Hermione explained.

"Hair? It's already been added in, and we have to drink it all in the end?" Ron asked incredulously, his face contorted with disbelief.

“Yes, it must all be drunk!” Hermione said firmly.

The two sensed the determination in Hermione's tone, exchanged a glance, and then pinched their noses to drink the potion.

"...Hermione?" Ron and Harry asked from outside the bathroom door, neither of them understanding why Hermione hadn't come out yet.

“…You guys go ahead! Something went wrong here.” Hermione hesitated, then urged, “Hurry up, the medicine only lasts for an hour!”

Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron didn't dare to delay and immediately rushed towards the cellar.

"What did you say? There's a girl in Slytherin who looks a lot like me?"

In a dormitory room in Gryffindor, Ginny was once again writing and drawing in a completely black notebook, just like always.

Ginny had only mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect the laptop to react so strongly.

The girl, unsuspecting, obediently replied, "Yes, she's a Slytherin senior student with excellent grades. She even started a study group at school!"

"Really? What's her full name? Maybe I even know her parents?" A line of text gradually appeared on the notebook.

"Her name is Dorothea Black, her mother is Bellatrix, and her father seems to be from the Lestrange family."

No words appeared on the notebook for a long time, and Ginny waited quite a while before the words slowly appeared.

"Shouldn't her last name be Lestrange? Why is it Black?"

"...I'm not too sure about that, but she's currently living with the Malfoys; she's Draco Malfoy's cousin."

A look of regret crossed Ginny's face as she realized she couldn't answer the question. She quickly wrote down everything she knew, hoping to clear up the other person's doubts.

The "person" in the notebook (the notebook is a Horcrux that Voldemort made in his fifth year; for convenience, he will be referred to as "Tom" below) could naturally sense the girl's thoughts and began to take advantage of her guilt to subtly inquire about her.

A Slytherin prodigy, the daughter of Black and Lestrange, raised by the Malfoy family, she established a study group at school in her first year, which nearly encircled all the outstanding students from every house in Hogwarts…

Upon learning that the other party was highly regarded by almost all the professors, Tom's lips slowly curled into a terrifying smile.

Then, a golden light appeared on the notebook, and the girl who had just been full of energy suddenly stared blankly.

"Give me to that girl."

From that moment on, the idea was deeply ingrained in the girl's mind.

Thea was unaware that a big problem was about to befall her; she was enjoying her hard-won vacation.

Thank you, Merlin, and thank you, Dumbledore, for your rigorous upbringing!

During her nearly two-month confinement, Thea consulted nearly a hundred reference books, each over three feet in size, carefully read the works of more than 20 masters, and wrote countless papers based on them!

If Thea were to choose now, she would absolutely not point her wand at Lockhart!

Harry only suffered for one night, but I'll suffer for almost a whole semester!

Thea couldn't help but regret that her business deal was such a bad one!

If I could turn back time, I really wouldn't have acted so impulsively!

"...Senior Blake?"

Thea was resting with her eyes closed when she heard the girl's soft greeting, and she immediately smiled warmly.

The next second, Thea's smile froze on her face...

Red hair!

An old robe!

Girl!

She's the youngest daughter of the Weasleys!

Help!

Dumbledore, save me!

I take back what I just said!

I love learning!

Please let me remain in solitary confinement!

Thea was overwhelmed with regret, especially when she saw the black notebook in the other person's arms. Thea wished she could die on the spot!

Ginny, oblivious to Thea's inner turmoil, smiled innocently and slowly handed the notebook to Thea, saying sweetly, "This is a Christmas gift I prepared for you, senior. I hope you like it."

To Thea, the blonde girl's smile was like a classic scene from a horror movie; for a moment, Thea almost stopped breathing.

In the silence, Thea could even hear her own heartbeat, and her brain was throbbing with a sharp, sawing pain from the rapid activity.

Fortunately, she can still think...

She heard herself politely thanking them, and watched herself reach out and take the notebook...

"Thank you, Miss Weasley, this is definitely the best gift I've ever received!"

Don't answer!

Don't answer!

Even though every cell in her body was screaming for Thea to put down her notebook, her remaining rationality made her resolutely accept this hot potato.

She knew...

She couldn't escape it...

If you can dodge the first day of the lunar month, can you dodge the fifteenth?