HP: The Shadow Returns

After a day of tossing, when everything was settled, night fell in the empty and silent living room.

Sansaro sat quietly on the sofa, with an undisguised smile on her extremely pale and sickly face under the moonlight. Finally...she couldn't restrain the curve of her mouth and smiled softly.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Suppressed emotions are like centipedes in the dark, making people feel ugly and disgusting. Once they explode, they are dangerous and fatal.

When the black mist touched, the Slav flew in from the window with a struggling creature in his mouth.

Sansaro, who was in a very happy mood, raised her eyes and saw the familiar brown color. She straightened her lip line and slowly put away her smile. Isn't this Cedric's owl?

"Put it down, Slav"

She hurriedly stopped her. Looking at the still energetic owl in front of her, Sansaro felt relieved.

The Slav landed on the coffee table, flapping his wings and staring at Claire. Poor little Claire was trembling with fear from the attack just now.

"Okay, don't scare Claire, it will be a frequent visitor here in the future."

After saying that, Sansaro raised her hand and took the envelope, opened it and took a closer look. She didn't forget to put a small pile of nuts on the table, but it didn't look very appetizing.

Cedric is going on summer vacation tomorrow... The girl raised her eyebrows. He also brought some candies from Hogsmeade for his trustee. Sansaro knew this place. Cedric and her met a few days ago. said in the letter.

That was a place only third-year students could go, and when he entered school, he happened to be in third grade.

To be honest, she doesn't really need Cedric's help now. Sansaro got up and walked upstairs. The steps were covered with shadows one after another, and the girl's pale and sharp side face was coated by the moon. Silvery white light edge.

But it's not a bad thing to have more friends, she thought. His father was still an official in the Ministry of Magic, and Cedric could also give her some help at Hogwarts.

Recalling the dark curly hair in his mind, Sansaro calmly returned to the room to write a reply.

Scanning the book given by Cedric on the table, she did not continue to think about it, but just let Claire leave with the reply with a blank expression.

After sitting for a long time, Sansaro breathed a sigh of relief, opened the drawer in front of him, reached out and took out a key.

Walking out of the bedroom, she came to a hidden room with a purple-gray wooden door in the corner of the second floor. She used the key to open the closed door. There were various potion materials and crucibles inside.

Sansaro walked in, and there were two rows of colorful and successfully brewed potions neatly placed on the long iron table like a laboratory table at the end.

She seems to be very talented in this area. She is a self-taught person who subconsciously knows how to brew the potion best, or how to make the potion reach its perfect state.

Sansaro attributed all of this to his own talent.

What are we going to brew today? She skillfully picked up the potion guide on the shelf and read page after page. Until her eyes flashed, a faint flame suddenly ignited under the crucible, and the girl began to practice magic at night again. drug activities.

Sansaro is now like a dry sponge hungry for knowledge

more than a week

She spared no effort to absorb everything about the magical world. What's even more terrifying is that this sponge never seems to be saturated. As long as she is interested in it, she will definitely learn it.

...

In the afternoon of the next day, Sansaro was still sitting at the table and working hard to translate the two black magic books. She had not systematically learned runes and could only try her best to check the words one by one.

But even so, only half of the book can be translated. Sansaro guessed that it was a magic circle, maybe used for sacrifices? It may also be about the soul.

But this definitely comes at a cost.

As she continued, Fides's rustling voice came from the wall.

Sansaro could only breathe a sigh of relief and start packing up the things on the table, thinking that he would come in two days.

When she walked downstairs, there was a knock on the door.

"Welcome, Cedric"

"Good afternoon, I guess I didn't disturb you?"

Sansaro opened the door and let him in, looked at his shining gray eyes, grinned with a pale curve and said softly

"no"

Cedric put the things he brought for the girl on the ground. He looked around the whole house, scanning the neatly arranged citrus on the table and the wind chimes that made a pleasant sound on the window and said with some surprise.

"What a big change. It seems that Uncle Nashetan has added a lot of furniture."

Indeed, but these were all purchased by Sansaro from the furniture store in Diagon Alley and the Bojin Bock store.

This is also the reason why the whole house looks a bit weird and ominous from the outside.

After all, who in their right mind would use dark magic items to decorate their home?

If Cedric knew that the wind chimes were made of human bones, he wouldn't be as happy as he is now.

Sansaro sat across from him and looked at his smiling face with some evil thoughts.

"Why do I feel like you've lost so much weight again? What happened recently?"

He seemed to feel something and stopped digging in his pocket, frowning slightly and staring at the silent girl, and her haggard face asked with concern.

"They are dead"

Sansaro's expression suddenly became stiff and her tone was trembling, but she quickly suppressed it. However, the pale face was mostly due to her frail body.

"How could this happen? It's only been a few months..." Cedric was a little in disbelief, and the relaxation and pleasure he felt just now made him calm down.

"Um..."

Seeing that the girl lowered her eyes and didn't want to continue talking, Cedric wanted to do something, but when he sat on the sofa and moved his lips, he realized that he couldn't do anything. The last thing he could do was to say something.

"Condolences"

Bursts of warm wind blew the human bone wind chime, making a sweet and sweet percussion sound like the divine voice of heaven. For a long time, the girl seemed as if nothing happened, and a warm smile bloomed on her face.

"Is that chocolate?"

Cedric reacted quickly and nodded, knowing enough not to mention these things again.

Then he reached out and took out a few chocolate frogs from his pocket and handed them to Sansaro. He looked at the girl very gently and whispered.

"Be careful they run away"

"Run away?"

Sansaro opened the package, and the chocolate frog jumped sharply and landed on the table and didn't move again.

"They can only jump once." Cedric leaned forward and watched Sansaro take out the card inside, smiled, and continued to explain with a hint of pride in his tone.

"It's Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I think you should have seen his name on the notice."

Sansaro gently flipped the card in his hand, and the white-bearded old man reflected on it quickly disappeared. "Albus Dumbledore, President of the International Federation of Wizards, First Class of the Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard..." .?"

"Yes, he is the most powerful white wizard in the entire century."

Listening to the boy's words, Sansaro calmly scanned Dumbledore's deeds recorded on the card.

At this time, the Slav flew down from upstairs, glanced at Cedric, and then started pecking at the chocolate frog on the table.

"Is this your owl?" He looked at the Slavic man who was about the same size as a basketball in front of him dumbly. "Have you been to Diagon Alley?"

"Yeah, I think I can do this alone."

Looking at the girl's dark pupils, Cedric felt a little distressed in his heart, but he was so intoxicated with this innocence that he did not notice the cool smile deep in Sansaro's eyes.