HP: The Shadow Returns

Indeed, no matter what the savior did next, he turned into a person. Only Hermione could talk to him. The looks from the people around him reminded Harry of his second grade.

This is also the case. Everyone thinks that he is the heir of Slytherin and starts to stay away from him. He is also a person...

But at that time, Sansaro appeared and enlightened him. Harry suddenly remembered the letter he sent to Sirius last night, hoping that he could reply in time.

He was not in the mood to pay attention to even the taunts from Malfoy and others, because compared to this, seeing Sansaro supported by Slytherin made him feel even more lonely.

But one day, Sansaro bumped into him.

"You don't look well lately, Harry."

It was still the familiar black lake, the familiar Savior and Hedwig, Harry was sitting under the weeping willow, his expression was very melancholy.

"Yes, I don't know why it's like this." Harry lowered his eyes and shook his head, "Sometimes I envy you."

"I thought you always hated Slytherin. You haven't spoken to me much this semester." Sansaro walked up casually and sat next to him.

"And Hermione and Ron, maybe I did something to make you unhappy." Her self-deprecating tone made Harry straighten up, look at Sansaro and shake his head seriously.

"No, Sansaro, Slytherin is Slytherin, you are you, it's nothing like that, it's just us... It's my fault... I'm sorry for doing that to you."

"I understand." The girl's flirtatious tone made Harry feel even more uncomfortable.

The Slav in her arms popped up and looked at Hedwig, who instantly hid behind Harry in fear.

"Hedwig is a little bit intimidated," he explained in a panic.

"It doesn't matter. There are few animals that are not afraid of Slavs." Sansaro stroked the two long feathers of the Slavs and cast his gentle eyes on him.

"Where's Ron? Why didn't you see him?"

Harry's expression froze, and then he snorted coldly, grinding the stones on the ground hard with his soles, "He doesn't care, and I don't care about him either."

"It seems you had a quarrel..." She smiled, "I believe you will reconcile soon. So did Dumbledore say anything? About this time."

"Dumbledore?" Harry hugged his knees and looked at the calm lake with distracted eyes. "I've caused him enough trouble, haven't I?"

"Aren't I the same?" Sansaro bent his eyes, and his extremely soft look under the sun directly made Harry feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean what you meant." He pursed his lips. "It was Moody. He told me that someone used that powerful confusion spell to confuse the Goblet of Fire and put you and me into a new school. , and then chose to be a warrior."

"Is that what he told you?" Sansaro looked far away at the blurry black spot on the other side of the black lake.

"This is just his guess," Harry added, "but who would successfully cast such a powerful spell under Dumbledore's nose?"

"Unless he's not much worse than Dumbledore?"

Harry admitted that his reasoning had confused him, and that recent events had been nothing short of torture for him.

"I think you should have a good rest, Harry." Sansaro looked away and said to him, "Your eyes are red. It looks like you haven't slept well for several days. Your hair should be arranged."

Harry subconsciously touched his messy hair, "It seems like this. Thank you for caring about me, Sansaro. I'm really sorry that I didn't communicate much with you."

The savior thought silently for a moment. He finally raised his head and looked at the face illuminated by the sparkling light on the lake and said

"Maybe Dumbledore really doesn't like Slytherin that much."

Sansaro looked down at him, a dark light flashed quickly in his eyes, and said lightly

"Just as Professor Snape doesn't like Gryffindor very much, I understand."

.....

The Blast-Ended Skrewts in the Magical Creatures class have grown a lot, they are about three feet long, they have grown a gray-white, shiny armor-like thing, and their tempers are shockingly bad.

Once when Daphne and Pansy were lazy and put them together, the snails actually killed each other.

This ferocious appearance frightened the two of them, and they further discovered that they had no head and it was difficult to determine which end of their tail was located, but they could still emit flames from their tails and then advance a few yards in the opposite direction.

As for how he came to this conclusion, just look at the burning wounds on Zabini's arm.

According to what he said, this cruel and disgusting thing almost killed him.

"That big guy shouldn't be the Professor of Magical Creatures. Why doesn't he guard Azkaban instead of the dementors? The prisoners there will never survive the next day!"

Draco grinned and washed the mucus off his hands. After wiping it dry, he shook it in disgust and put his nose up to sniff it.

He almost retched on the ground.

When Astoria came back from class, she saw Draco retching on the sofa. She knew about the blast-ended skrewts, so she frowned and came over to ask.

"Care of Magical Creatures class again?"

"Obviously," Daphne shrugged. "I'm sure you've never seen anything more disgusting than that thing in your life."

"Merlin... I won't have to learn this when I reach fourth grade," she said, covering her face, but her expression suddenly became cheerful again, "I remembered, I didn't sign up for this class at all, hahahaha."

"I almost forgot." Astoria seemed to realize something, patted her head lightly, turned to Sansaro and said

"People from the Daily Prophet will come to interview the warrior today. Senior Sister Nasitan, the dean asked me to take you there."

"Now?" Sansaro slowly stood up from Theodore's arms. He then stood up and adjusted his collar. Wherever he looked, he saw the girl's slender and tall figure.

"right"

.....

When she passed, all the warriors had arrived. Delacour rolled his eyes and ignored Sansaro. Although Krum didn't say anything, he clearly felt dissatisfied.

Cedric and Harry both wanted to make room for her, and as soon as they synchronized, they created an awkward situation with many empty seats.

"Oh, she is really a popular little girl, she can be here! Okay, respected warriors, please look at the camera!"

A woman wearing a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses, with her blond hair styled into delicate curls, her teeth exposed, and a smile that she obviously thought was charming, twisted her waist and walked towards a few people.

She was holding an ancient camera in her hand, with a quill and paper hanging in the air. She kept writing something. The woman pressed the switch and clicked it at a few people, and a burst of white smoke came out of the camera.

"You are really a shining, lovable and charismatic fivesome. Hello, my name is..."

Rita Skeeter... Sansaro half-squinted his eyes and recognized who this was at a glance.

"Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet." She extended her hand and shook hands with the five of them in turn. "This newspaper is well known to everyone, and your deeds are rarely known."

"Besides, you guys are the latest news." She licked her bright red lips.