HP: The Shadow Returns

Sansaro is sitting in the study at the moment, dealing with the follow-up issues of Black Rabbit since early in the morning. It has to be said that this part is more complicated than she imagined.

"Udo is dead?"

The quill she signed in her hand stopped, and she frowned sharply and looked at Dusawa who was reporting to her, obviously not understanding the news.

"Yes, our people found it in her room this morning. She seemed to have committed suicide and used the magic potion you developed."

Sansaro turned to the next page of information with an expressionless face, sneered and said in a cold tone.

"I thought highly of her. I thought Udo could at least have a career. Hmm, where is Christine Avril?"

Dusava bowed respectfully, "They performed very well. After we worked together inside and outside that day, they asked me if they could join the master's team."

"Join?" She signed another document without raising her head and put it next to her. "She's the only one?"

"There are two other people. They are both former senior managers of Black Rabbit. They are very capable. I have had them both tested and they are fully qualified."

"The two of them will watch for a while, and I agree with Christine Avery's words."

After Sansaro finished speaking, he stopped and seemed to have remembered something. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the standing woman.

"Since the black rabbit has changed its owner, it should no longer be called this name."

"What do you think is appropriate?"

The Thestrals outside the window roared past the window, and the light spots on the girl's face disappeared. Her lips were slightly hooked, and her green eyes were full of coldness.

"Hydra, the immortal hydra belonging to the Gaunt family."

A flash of joy flashed across Dusava's face, and she knelt on one knee.

"As you wish, my lord"

When it was time to eat at noon, Sansaro finished some of the work and went downstairs. At a glance, she saw Theodore, wearing the new clothes she had prepared, sitting at the dining table and waiting for what seemed like a long time.

The satin shirt looks pretty good on him, especially this dark green one, which is drapey and light.

"Why don't you eat?" She leaned over and sat next to him and asked slowly.

"Wait for you"

Theodore's hazy eyes of love had never left Sansaro since she appeared. His throat slid slightly and he hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Did you feel dissatisfied with my performance yesterday?"

Sansaro instantly narrowed her eyes, looked at him with her sharp eyes, and opened her thin lips slightly

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

The boy's face immediately blushed, and he pursed his lips uncomfortably and explained.

"It's afternoon time..."

Hearing what he said, she turned around without saying a word and picked up the knife and fork at hand. There was no unnecessary expression on her beautiful face, which really made Theodore uneasy.

After a moment, she said, "Indeed."

His face didn't look good for a moment.

"but"

Sansaro slowly cut the steaks on the plate and put one piece on Theodore's plate. She looked directly into those worried eyes.

"You won't let me down next time, will you, Theodore?"

Her voice was cold, Theodore's expression was a little stiff, and his pupils were slightly trembling.

"Yes"

A gentle smile instantly appeared in Sansaro's eyes, "You know, I hate to punish you the most."

Punishment... He clenched the knife and fork in his hand... the corners of his mouth curled up.

The two of them basically stayed in the castle this month and did not go out. Sansaro had many new things to deal with and spent most of his time in the study.

I have to check the status of my diary from time to time, and

She began to try every means to collect and find Voldemort's Horcruxes. Who knows how many parts he divided his soul into and stuffed them into which Horcruxes.

Sansaro will go to different places to give lectures to the International Potions Federation every two days to share her experience in making potions.

But an unexpected big thing happened recently on the second day of the Quidditch World Cup.

Sansaro saw the report on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" on the table early in the morning.

"Death Eaters Take Over the Quidditch World Cup"

(Muggle groundskeeper Mr. Roberts, his wife, and two children are suspended in the air, tortured and humiliated by them.)

The accompanying picture shows flames of despair burning everywhere on the field, and the most important thing is a huge Dark Mark in the sky.

This is indeed a curse that only Death Eaters can master.

"There are countless casualties...Theodore, does your father know about their gathering?"

Sansaro asked with tight lips, handing the newspaper in her hand to the boy next to her.

After Theodore took it, he carefully looked at the photo of the arrogant and proud Death Eaters, and he frowned very inconspicuously.

"I'll write to my father soon, but their robes don't look like they were given by the Dark Lord."

"It means that the robe given by my brother is very special?"

He nodded, "I haven't looked at it carefully, but the robe he gave my father had golden dark patterns on it."

Sansaro leaned on the sofa and thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows irritably.

"There is a Dark Mark. At least there are real Death Eaters inside. I let them search for it and try to find this domineering idiot before the Ministry of Magic."

She stood up and stopped worrying about it. "Go write a letter, Theodore. We have something to do tomorrow."

"it is good"

The young man got up and went upstairs. Sansaro turned around expressionlessly and came to the highest tower of the castle.

The wild wind here blew her long hair, and the top of her head was filled with dark clouds, densely covering the entire sky. Mists that had never been seen before appeared all over the periphery of the thorn community.

The wings of the soaring Thestral became sharper and sharper, and bursts of terrifying neighing sounds came out from the sharp teeth.

She looked down at the three giant snakes on the grass, and they gradually forced a newly adult Acromantula into a circle with a tacit understanding.

They surround the spider and are in no rush to enjoy their meal.

You and I, playing with the prey with its tail and teeth, until the acrostic bead is exhausted and can no longer provide any pleasure, then it will be torn apart from its companions and swallowed.

Seeing this scene, Sansaro's cold lips showed a smile, and his pupils instantly turned into dark green vertical pupils, just like a real snake.

However, just when everyone's attention was attracted by the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup.

Overnight, all the black rabbit properties were replaced by rubbings of green hydra.

Then various shops with the Hydra logo appeared in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and Knockturn Alley. They were everywhere like mushrooms after a spring rain.

But no one noticed, no one knew.

Like a poisonous snake quietly waiting for its prey, preparing for the future.