Nott Sr.

Watching Voldemort and the Death Eaters Apparition away one after another, Malfoy was the first to lose his temper and wanted to keep them there. After all, they had Harry with them, and his father wasn't among them, so why was he panicking?

And indeed, that was the case. Lucius didn't attend Voldemort's gathering this time. Perhaps he had witnessed the terrifying power of Su Yu and Malfoy, or perhaps the First Dark Lord was currently beside Headmaster Dumbledore, and he felt it wouldn't be worth the risk of continuing to fight a second-generation Dark Lord alone. Don't forget, he used to be a cunning Slytherin. Besides, while Lucius might be a scoundrel, he wouldn't stoop to siding with Hell. Being a dog of the Dark Lord would still keep him on the human side, but being a dog of the Lord of Hell would be treason.

So he sat quietly in the stands cheering for his precious son, not Voldemort about Voldemort. Not only was he unfamiliar with him, but he had also contributed a lot and killed quite a few monsters during the monster invasion.

"Karkaroff, don't look at me like that. If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not stopping you. I'm just here to see my son."

Lucius stood on the high platform of the Quidditch Pitch, holding his wife Narcissa's hand, watching the live broadcast in the distance, and casually spoke to Karkaroff, who was glaring at him beside him.

"Leave Nott Sr. to me," Theodore said with difficulty as he stood up. Thanks to Olivia and Daphne's treatment, he had recovered considerably. After all, this man was his nominal father, and he should be the one to settle things. "You all go after them. Don't interfere with the chief's mission. I'm enough here."

"Little Theodore, are you really alright?" Olivia looked at her lover with concern, reluctant to leave.

"Be good, listen to me," Theodore raised an arm and gently stroked Olivia's face. "I'll be fine. Go on, after all, your awakened Healing Light is more needed by the main force. I'll come and join you after I've settled things with the Nott family."

"Hey, Theodore, stop stacking buffs, it's making me nervous."

"Damn it! Blaise, can't you say something nice? Am I really that bad?"

"What can I say? If I say a few more words about coming back alive, wouldn't I have piled them all up for you? You ungrateful wretch, all my concern for you was for nothing, and you still tell me to get lost, Callis, I need comforting..."

"Alright, enough talk. Everyone except Theodore, set off immediately to hunt down Voldemort and the Death Eaters. This time, we must wipe them all out!"

With Ka-jie speaking, the matter was essentially settled. Without further ado, everyone Apparition and flying brooms to take to the air and begin their pursuit of the enemy.

Nott Sr. was about to stop the group, after all, Voldemort's orders to him were to hold them off, but Theodore appeared in front of him in an instant and Expelliarmus, which Nott Sr. barely managed to block.

"You've really grown up, Theodore ..." Nott Sr.'s fingers trembled slightly, indicating that blocking Theodore's attack just now was not easy, but rather brought him great shock.

"Father, I've grown up ever since you became engrossed in your research on Dark Magic and Alchemy, which in turn affected Mother. You just never noticed." Theodore clenched his fist tightly around the staff, revealing that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"From the moment my mother died, I had no attachment to this filthy family. What were my mother and me to you? Just tools to continue the family line?"

"The Nott name is the highest honor we have ever received!" Nott Sr. seemed somewhat insane. He was paranoid and ruthless, yet he was unwilling to mention the passing of his beloved. He had a son late in life, and he cherished his wife and child dearly. However, he had his own pride, and for the Nott family, he was willing to give up everything, anything at all.

His wife died in an accident; the dark magic he was researching exploded unexpectedly. She was caught in the blast while protecting their precious son and died despite attempts to save her. Theodore witnessed the entire event, leaving an indelible scar on his young mind. But the mission to revive the Nott family remained; he couldn't stop. He didn't possess Voldemort's intelligence or Grindelwald's methods. In short, he was just an ordinary noble wizard, even inferior to Lucius. But what could he do? He could only desperately live, silently enduring the pain of losing his wife for his Nott family. He had no other powerful backers, so he clung tightly to Voldemort, even willing to abandon his dignity, to grovel before him, to fawn over him...

Everyone has something they protect—sometimes love, sometimes family, sometimes honor, sometimes beliefs. You ask if they're wrong? That's impossible to judge. They weren't acting for themselves, except for Wormtail.

"Father, let go. You've lived too hard. I've found a better way. The glory of the Nott family will not disappear, but will shine even brighter."

Theodore seemed to see the conflicted and painful expression on his father's face, and slowly exhaled before trying to comfort Nott Sr..

Nott Sr. ignored Theodore's words and instead picked up his wand, wildly waving it at Theodore, spells shooting out from the tip of the wand like Gatling gun fireworks.

Yes, Theodore wasn't a foolish student like Harry. This isn't meant to belittle Harry, but it's the reality. Harry's start was a hundred times better than Voldemort's. Even so, Voldemort started building his own group in his first year, figuring out all the secret passages and areas of the Hogwarts Academy, and by his second year he was already learning many advanced spells, even teaching himself Nonverbal Casting. By his fourth year, he could use the Killing Curse to kill his own father, and by his fifth year he was manipulating everything, framing Hagrid, and creating his first Horcrux. Meanwhile, Harry, also in his fourth Tenten, was still Quidditch Match every day, chatting away with Ron and his friends, and knew very few spells.

Theodore was the same; he was actually a top student. In Su Yu and Malfoy's year of Slytherin, he was number one in grades. He always studied very hard, sometimes even while accompanying Olivia. He diligently practiced various spells and was the first among them to learn Wandless Magic and Nonverbal Casting. Apart from Ka-jie and Fa-jie, who were one or two levels above him, he was no weaker than anyone else. Of course, Su Yu was an exception, as he had never turned off his cheat code.

"Father, don't blame me..." Theodore murmured to himself. If he didn't use his full strength, he would surely be the one to die.

(New book, Thriller: My System is Awesome, a humorous horror novel, officially signed today!)

As my second book, I've updated it to 80,000 words, and this Harry Potter book will then resume two updates a day. After all, I'm currently updating the other one four to five times a day... Writing both books together requires more than 10,000 words a day, it's really tiring... Thank you everyone, I hope you can understand, thank you so much!