HP: The Shadow Returns

Within two days, the International Potions Federation sent her the top box ticket for the Quidditch World Cup in advance, and so did Black Rabbit.

They are all franchisees of this competition, and part of the money flows into their own pockets.

Sansaro didn't care much about this and left them alone. She called Dusava over.

"How are those people preparing?" She leaned back on the chair, resting her chin on her hand and raising her eyes casually and asked.

"Master, everything is ready. Christine Jaffrey had already negotiated the deal a few months ago. However, according to her, Kochaski seems to be showing some signs of recovery."

"Then find a way to prevent him from recuperating." Sansaro tapped his fingertips on the ebony armrest of the chair. "Contact Thievaud Udo. Isn't she Kocharski's most trusted potion master?"

The girl's pale face showed a hint of malice, "Then let him feel the feeling of being betrayed by the person he trusts most."

With a smile on her face, Sansaro smacked her lips, looked at Dusava and asked suddenly, "Dusava, what do you think of Theodore?"

"Master Nott?" Dusava stood there and hesitated for a long time. She looked directly at her master's face that almost made everything else in the world feel sad.

"Let me speak a little sharply, Master, but he is a little boy who doesn't want to see blood."

Sansaro raised his eyebrows slightly, bent his eyes and smiled, "What you said is true, it is true, but..."

The Slav came to the table with a letter in his mouth. Sansaro raised his hand to take it and said with a smile.

"He will satisfy me"

Lowering her eyes, it was Cedric... She opened the envelope, and as expected it was the Quidditch World Cup. She hoped she could go there to participate, as they had already booked a box.

How to refuse formally and without loss of proportion? This skill point is almost fully used by myself.

The next day, Sansaro took the werewolf siblings to the Black Rabbit headquarters in the center of Moscow, Russia.

The three of them were still dressed in black robes, and the golden masks on their faces were engraved with complicated patterns.

The attendant who led the way guided them all the way to the top floor. There were many guards here, and almost everyone was standing on both sides.

They were checked five or six times along the way.

"Sorry, only you can go in here." The tall and strong guards standing at the door of the destination stopped Lita and Crowley, and their eyes turned to Sansaro.

"You guys wait for me here"

Her green eyes swept over the guard, and after she finished speaking.

The guard opened the heavy door and let her in. The room was very spacious and extremely dark. The thick black window curtains blocked almost all the sunlight, and only a few suspended candles flickered and shimmered.

The smell that hit his face was extremely pungent, and the smell of blood was mixed with the rot of the curse. Various brewed potions were placed next to him. Sansaro half-squinted his eyes and walked closer to see that most of them had been drunk. Some.

Several waitresses gave way to their seats beside the bed when they saw her coming.

However, her eyes met a black-haired woman in the corner.

"Udo, can't you delay the curse from taking effect?"

The black-haired woman Udo put the potion in the corner and said calmly, "This curse is very powerful and extraordinary."

Sansaro then turned his eyes to Kocharski, who was lying on the bed, dying. Half of his right arm was gone, but the place where it was connected was still glowing black.

It seems that even if the arm is broken, the curse has not been removed.

When he saw Sansaro coming, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Do you... have a way..."

Listening to the hoarse voice, which sounded like a broken bellows, Sansaro suspected that the curse had also damaged his vocal cords.

"You can't tell just by looking. How did you get the curse? As far as I know, the curse must go through a medium to hurt people." Sansaro said lightly, looking at the black on his shoulder.

Kocharsky was silent for a moment. He stared at Sansaro for a while, his light blue eyes full of death.

"bring here"

Not long after he finished speaking, a waiter came over carrying a box covered with black cloth. When he got closer, he slowly opened it.

See what's inside.

Sansaro frowned slightly, raised his eyebrows, glanced sideways at Kochaski and asked

"Where did you get this?"

"Is this... important?"

"Of course it's important. Curses in different regions have different ways to lift them. If you don't want to get up from the bed and just lie upright like a dead corpse, you can choose to remain silent."

Sansaro's gift of venomous tongue is worthy of Snape's true biography.

Kocharski pursed his lips, as if he had been trying to hide something for a long time, until he saw Sansaro take the ring out of the special box without any injuries.

His gray eyes brightened, and even his voice became stronger. "The symbol on the scarlet stone is the Deathly Hallows. You may have heard of it."

"The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak, that's a fairy tale"

Sansaro kept turning the ring in her hand and observing it until she saw a line of words on the obscure inner circle.

Her deep green eyes widened instantly.

"That's not just a fairy tale...cough cough cough" Kocharski suddenly overexerted himself in excitement and began to cough violently.

The waiter on the side hurried over to wait.

When Kochaski's breath gradually calmed down, Sansaro calmed down and said slowly, "Where did you find this?"

This question seemed to silence him. Kochaski looked at Sansaro with a faint look, and he didn't say another word.

"I'm going to take the ring back and study it. I'll probably have a clue about it in a month."

Before he could say anything else, Sansaro slowly put the ring into the box, closed it neatly, took it away and put it directly into his pocket.

Kochaski wanted to stop him, but when he thought of his own body, he had no choice but to silently purse his lips and quiet down.

On the way back, Sansaro had been observing the ring. The pattern was an equilateral triangle with a circle penetrated vertically.

There is an extremely small line of text engraved in the ring.

"Belongs to the Gaunt family"

When investigating Little Hangleton, it seems that Kocharski has already been there, which is really untrustworthy. This can be regarded as a major mistake on his part.

A cold light flashed across her eyes, but what did he mean by those words.

When Sansaro returned to the manor, he first tentatively placed the ring next to the diary that was being repaired. The evil curse power was fluctuating in it, and there seemed to be some resonance between the two.

She could feel that there seemed to be some connection between the diary and the ring.

Maybe a Horcrux?

Sansaro stared at them and guessed, but he actually had a simpler way.

She tried to use the black mist to destroy the ring, and then a strong pain came from the center of her heart.

Sansaro held the table, a smile on his pale face.

On the other side of Diggory's house, Cedric held the girl's rejection letter in his hands. He sat on the chair with a tired look and sighed.

It was clear that everything was fine before the separation, wasn't it? Is it because of him...Cedric kept trying to recall the extremely small details of the previous relationship between the two.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he just felt full of regret.

"Cedric! There's an Asian girl looking for you!"

Suddenly, Mr. Diggory's bold voice came from downstairs, interrupting his worries.

Autumn Zhang?

"I'll get down right away"

Cedric said with a sigh of relief, shook his head, put the letter on the table, turned around and ran downstairs.

"Good afternoon, Cedric." Qiu Zhang, an Asian girl from Ravenclaw, stood in front of the door, wearing a blue cheongsam, with a bright smile on her bright and fair face.

Cedric looked at her, feeling much better inexplicably, and he grinned.

"Good afternoon, Qiu Zhang."