HP: The Shadow Returns

Sansaro stood not far away and watched them quietly. Sirius was instantly attacked from both sides. He had no choice but to turn into a black dog to restrain Lupine, who had turned into a werewolf.

However, Sirius soon fell into a disadvantage and let out a whimpering sound.

What a heartwarming scene.

She couldn't help sighing again, and lowered her eyes to glance at Peter Pettigrew's sneaking away figure in the corner. There was a hint of coldness on her lips, and she paid no attention to it.

Harry protected Ron and Hermione and stared at Sansaro. The familiar but cold breath surrounded him, and the feeling of fear filled his heart again, making him unable to move away.

Lupine bared his teeth and looked at the three of them. At this moment, Snape also wandered out from the roots of the tree. The moment he saw the savior, he rushed up and grabbed his collar with gritted teeth.

"how dare you?!"

His strong fighting instinct quickly made him realize that something was wrong. He turned his head and saw the werewolf Lupine baring his fangs and roaring at him as the black mist filled the air. He broke through the mist and came up with a claw.

Snape subconsciously stood in front of the three of them, and then fell to the ground injured again.

Sansaro's eyes flashed when he saw this, is it true...Snape...

Lupine wanted to continue charging forward, but was stopped by Sirius turning into a black dog. The black dog came up again and again to harass him, and also successfully attracted his attention.

For the safety of his friends and his godson, he led the werewolf Lupin and ran down the hillside, even though he did not forget that Sansaro was still here.

Snape, that slug, could hold on for a while no matter what. Sirius ran with all his strength, pinning his hopes on his childhood enemy for the first time in his life.

But at this moment, Sansaro no longer paid attention to Sirius. She cast her deep and cruel eyes on the savior, and black mist turned into snake shapes and rushed over with her head raised high and fangs exposed.

Snape decisively waved his hand and used his wand to scatter the rushing snakes one by one, but helplessly, they would immediately regroup.

The man felt extremely troubled and frowned. Sansaro's green eyes were getting closer and closer, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Snape's mind like being pricked by a needle.

"Break to pieces Reducto!"

"Professor Snape, right!"

Hermione pointed anxiously at the tall, swooping snake shadows to the right, but because there were so many of them, Snape quickly ran out of ideas to get down.

He had no choice but to protect the three of them behind him and looked at Sansaro with cold eyes.

Harry looked at her from a distance through the black mist. He knew very well the murderous intention there. Huerta came for him, just like last time in the secret room.

Listening to Snape, who was usually extremely serious and disgusted with him, standing in front of him and letting out a breath of exhaustion.

Harry clenched his fists and lowered his head, as if he had made some determination. He could not let Ron, Hermione, or Snape be harmed.

Even if he is very hateful.

And Sirius....

Sansaro was extremely keenly aware of Harry's thoughts. She opened her mouth and showed a cold smile. She was worthy of being a savior. She really cared about others.

Harry mentally cheered himself up, saw the opportunity and rushed directly in the direction where Sirius disappeared.

"Come back! Potter!" Snape's sharp command did not make Harry, who was running wild, have any other thoughts.

He gritted his teeth and ran to find Sirius... to keep Ron, Hermione and Snape safe...

Sansaro prepared to chase after him in a hurry, but suddenly, a shining magic spell flew to his face.

The black mist instantly surged up and swallowed up the attack, and she slowly looked sideways with a very oppressive feeling.

Snape was still holding up his wand. He didn't seem to be giving up. His eyes were still empty, but now he looked at her with more hatred.

hatred? Because of the savior?

He didn't intend to waste any more time here, so Sansaro continued to move forward with an expressionless face.

The giant snake transformed from the black mist rushed up and enveloped Snape in an instant. He didn't even have time to react before he had a splitting headache as he was washed away by a large amount of negative emotions and the screams of ghosts.

Its invasion gradually evoked Snape's deepest nightmare.

His father's hateful words reappeared, along with his mother's desperate cries echoing in his ears, and Lily's corpse kept appearing in his empty eyes.

"Do not..."

Snape initially tried his best to resist the mental invasion and look for a solution.

But then, more and more voices rang in his ears, and the memories of childhood were intertwined with the bright smile of the red-haired girl.

Eventually Snape lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Hermione was still standing firmly in front of Ron at this time, her legs could not stop shaking, and the green eyes in the black mist made her feel unprecedented fear, as if just one look would turn her into an emotionless walking zombie.

"Don't hurt Hermione!"

When Ron saw Sansaro turning his attention to them, he showed unprecedented courage and strength. He gritted his teeth and overcame the severe pain in his legs to stand up.

Sansaro narrowed his eyes, and a tiny shadow snake rushed toward them unexpectedly.

Hermione, who didn't have the wand by her side, closed her eyes in fear, but she only heard a touch. After a few seconds, she slowly opened her eyes.

Sansaro has disappeared.

What came into view was Ron, who was lying on the ground and fell to the ground in front of her at the last moment.

"Ron!" Hermione's tears suddenly fell down, and she hurriedly knelt on the ground and hugged Ron.

The red-haired boy's expression became very painful.

The pain in his legs was almost numb, and black pus and blood even flowed out. A pain like ants gnawing around kept running around inside his body, and blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"No, please, don't die... wuwu"

"Don't cry, Hermione," Ron said angrily, his voice as small as a kitten's.

"Go to Dumbledore...Hermione, Dumbledore"

"What do you do, I can't..." Hermione was so choked that she could barely speak. She used her sleeves to wipe away the blood from the corner of Ron's mouth, but she couldn't wipe it away.

Her face was instantly covered with tears.

"I'm fine...Harry...in danger...Dumbledore" the voice in his mouth became smaller and smaller.

Hermione then remembered Harry. The woman had gone to find him, and Harry was now in an extremely dangerous situation.

"I'll be quick, hang in there Ron"

The girl wiped away her tears. Even though her face was dirty, she still couldn't hide her firm determination to hurry up.

Now only Dumbledore can save the day.

On the other side, the panting Harry found Sirius with scars and unknown life and death by a pond. He had recovered his human form and was lying there, as if he was dead. Some of the claw marks on his body were so deep that he could see them. to the bone.

"Sirius"

With trembling hands, he did not dare to move the man's scarred body. He just leaned over and called softly, trying to wake up Sirius.

But unfortunately, the man didn't respond.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice immediately formed on the lake surface.

Harry's first reaction was that Virta was chasing after him, but when he raised his head and saw countless dementors covering the sky, wandering from the horizon towards them.

My heart couldn't help but thump.

In particular, Huerta also appeared.

She was like the God of Death with a scythe, standing on the top of a tall tree and looking down at them emotionlessly. She was covered in black mist and it was hard to see what she looked like. Only a pair of demon-like green eyes could be seen in the darkness. Extremely eye-catching and terrifying.

The dementors ignored her presence and split into two waves pouring down like waterfalls from both sides of the Virta under the bright moonlight. The spectacular scene made the thirteen-year-old savior despair.