HP: The Shadow Returns

Moody's curiosity about Sansaro was obvious to everyone, and she was the one he often called by name in class.

Not only him, but everyone was curious about the power of Nashitan and Nott to resist the unforgivable spell without being injured, especially Hermione who wanted to find out.

She looked through the books in the library and didn't know where there was such a power, but at a certain moment, Hermione suddenly remembered the scene in Virta last semester, when the terrifying witch swallowed Snape's attack.

But how is this possible? Hermione sighed at how open her mind was, shook her head and laughed at herself, and continued to search hard in the pile of books.

The person involved didn't have much impression. She was busy processing many documents brought by the Slavs from the manor that required her to sign personally.

Many pure-blood families and business tycoons have realized that the magnificent rabbit has been swallowed by Hydra, and they have tentatively extended a friendly offer of an olive branch to cooperate with Hydra.

Why not? Sansaro glanced at the line of words above with his eyes bent in pleasure and coldness.

(Malfoy sends his most sincere greetings to the owner of Hydra)

Her slender green eyes flashed with cold light, and she smiled slightly.

But this happiness did not last long. Perhaps because they were attracted by people from other schools or the Triwizard Tournament, the quality of the students' homework in the Potions class was gradually declining, and their handwriting was worrying.

Daphne worked very hard for about two or three hours before she finished correcting her homework while cursing. She swore she had never seen anything so worrying in her life.

Can this really be called a thesis? ? What the hell is this shit covered in frosting!

Sansaro watched with a smile as she finished correcting and sent it to Snape, but she met an unexpected person here.

Igor Karkaroff, he seemed to want to say something to Snape, but was interrupted by his own arrival.

His bearded and slightly rough face looked a bit stunned and embarrassed, a rare expression indeed.

"Put things there"

"Okay, Professor"

Karkaroff glared at her, then said goodbye to Snape in an extremely abrupt manner and left. Sansaro could clearly see that their dean didn't particularly want to pay attention to him.

Thursday soon arrived, and the personnel of the Triwizard Tournament determined that the final result would be announced in the evening. Everyone was very excited, and they couldn't wait to welcome the arrival of the warriors.

A noisy atmosphere filled the place. As the bell rang, they cast their eyes fiercely at the Goblet of Fire in front of the auditorium. Some sat on the long table, while others sat down along the steps on both sides.

Dumbledore walked slowly over, with the tall Madam Maxime and Karkaroff standing behind, as well as the professors at Hogwarts, who looked equally expectant.

"Now is the long-awaited selection of the warriors." As soon as Dumbledore spoke, the scene instantly became quiet.

He raised his hand to extinguish the candle on the wall. In the entire hall, only the Goblet of Fire was burning with a faint blue light. This light reflected on everyone's profile, igniting their burning eyes.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Dumbledore raised his hand to the Goblet of Fire. The moment the candle flame jumped and turned red, a note was sprayed out, and Dumbledore held it in his hand.

"Durmstrang's Champion! Viktor Krum!"

"Yeah!! Krum!"

The people in Durmstrang cheered, and they all seemed happy to see this result. Klum waved his fists and walked off the stage surrounded by people.

Then he bowed to Dumbledore, and then walked to the room prepared for the warriors.

Then there is Fleur Delacour from Beaubaston College, the girl who attracted the attention of many boys from the beginning and is as beautiful as an elf.

Ms. Maxim clapped her hands happily, and Hagrid next to her looked even happier than her. Her eyes never left this tall and beautiful lady.

"Hogwarts Champion! Cedric Diggory!"

It was really him. Sansaro looked sideways. The handsome young man stood up and shook hands with the people around him. With a high-spirited smile on his face, he enjoyed the loud applause that immediately burst out from the entire venue.

"He can definitely do it!" Qiu Zhang's loving and firm voice reached Sansa Luo's ears from behind.

Her cold eyes flickered. She should have known that Cedric had always been such a just and kind person. It was reasonable for the Goblet of Fire to choose him.

She felt someone approaching from the side, and she knew who it was without looking back. Theodore's heavy breathing fell on her shoulder. Sansaro secretly held his hand and rubbed it for a moment before letting him relax again. .

"Very good, now our three warriors have been selected, but in the end, only one can be remembered in history, and only one can hold up the championship trophy!"

Barty Crouch brought something covered in black cloth.

Dumbledore then turned around and said, "This symbol of victory, the Triwizard Cup!"

In an instant, magic surged, and the black cloth flew high. It was made of pure silver. The cup handles on both sides were curved by two silver dragons, and the transparent crystal with blue light shone dazzlingly.

Everyone cheered at this moment, but very suddenly, the Goblet of Fire behaved strangely again. The color of the flame unexpectedly turned red again, and it flashed.

The eyes of the people present were drawn again, and the flames in the Goblet of Fire became disordered, making strange and strong sounds.

Sansaro stared at the flashing cups on the high platform with half-squinted eyes, and she suddenly had an inexplicable bad feeling in her heart.

Another piece of paper flew out, directly into Dumbledore's hand. He pinched it and opened it. His expression instantly became a little complicated, and he read the name calmly.

"Harry Potter?"

"What?" Draco's disbelieving voice immediately came from the side after hearing the name, "How is this possible?"

Not only Draco, but also the Gryffindor people were suspicious of this. His good brother Ron's mood changed rapidly and his eyes became suspicious.

Not to mention the person involved, Harry Potter, who even looked confused now, as if he couldn't find Bei.

"What? Is it me?"

Listening to Dumbledore repeating his name repeatedly, he swallowed and slowly stood up from his seat with the push of Hermione behind him.

Charlotte and the other Hufflepuffs stared at him with angry expressions.

Despite the suspicion and unfriendly looks of the people around him, he came to Dumbledore's side. Harry looked at the expression on the old man's face hesitantly, but at this moment.

The flames of the Goblet of Fire stirred again, and with a pop, another burnt note spurted out.

Dumbledore pinched it in front of him and looked at it, his blue pupils suddenly became very shocked and deep.

"And Sansaro Naccitan"