HP: The Shadow Returns

Chapter 132 Moody’s weirdness

"Dragon? This is what the first competition is about?"

Sansaro stood in front of the mirror in the morning, skillfully covering up the traces on her body. As her voice fell, the pockets of her clothes moved.

"It's almost like that. It can breathe fire. It looks like a lizard with wings. It's also very big. It's hard to be anything else. You can go to the Forbidden Forest and continue to keep an eye on it. If there is any situation, please contact me in time."

She finally finished arranging her hair, calmly picked up the glasses by the pool and slowly put them on, Bone climbed onto the wall and left.

Theodore was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

But that doesn't matter. Daphne and Pansy have developed a good habit of not looking around the dormitory in the past few years. Even if he sleeps in his bed until the next day, he will definitely not be discovered.

And today is Saturday, there are no classes...

But Moody still had something to do, although he didn't know what else he had to do. After all... Sansaro felt that he was the one who most likely sent him into this meaningless game.

She quickly walked out of the Slytherin common room and came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Professor Moody, is there anything I can do for you?" The girl asked with a warm smile on her face, looking at the ferocious-looking man sitting on the chair.

"Sit down." He touched the crutch in his hand, and a chair flew in front of Sansaro.

"Thank you"

After she sat down, Moody swiped his eye up and down frantically, "How does it feel to be a warrior? Are you under the spotlight?"

The corners of Sansaro's lips curled up slightly, "You should be able to tell that even if I don't become a warrior, I will still be the center of attention."

"Hmph, I'm so proud and complacent. I'm going to stumble hard in the next game."

She tilted her head half-way and adjusted her black-rimmed glasses. "It's not you who sent me to the competition, so I won't bother Professor."

Moody's eyes changed slightly. He stared at Sansaro and snorted coldly.

"Since you know that someone is up to something evil, you don't act more cautiously. People who show off their skills and show off are often the ones who are eliminated the fastest."

Her current mood could be said to be calm. She rubbed her knuckles on the table in boredom and said.

"Then let's give it a try, but I don't think Professor Moody came to me to talk about this, right?"

"Of course!" Moody stood up instantly. He limped from behind the table and approached Sansaro until the two of them stared at each other.

"The first project, do you know what it is?"

Sansaro chuckled lightly, a flash of temptation flashed in his eyes, "You are joking, how could I know?"

Moody's powers of observation were extremely strong. He seemed to have noticed something. He straightened up and said no more, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk.

"Then I wish you success."

After walking out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Sansaro still couldn't believe that Moody had seen through her. He originally wanted to help her, but...

Tsk, she half-closed her eyes and hid her doubts in her heart.

While eating, I met Daphne and Pansy in the hall. Draco sat opposite them, tinkering with something with excitement on his face.

"It's almost done, haha, Potter is such a stinky shit!"

When I looked closer, I saw that it was a half-finished double-sided badge.

"Sansaro, you got up so early today, I didn't even notice you were gone." Daphne swallowed the food in her mouth and raised her hand to greet her.

"Professor Moody came to me and told me something about the competition." She slowly sat down and said.

"Competition?" Draco seemed to suddenly remember something. He sneakily ran over to Sansaro and whispered, "My father told me that the Ministry of Magic specially transported several dragons from other places."

"The first project should be about dragons. They won't really ask you to defeat a fire dragon, right?"

Sansaro raised his eyebrows and cut into small pieces of pork chops on the plate lightly. "Who knows, but the people who should really worry about this now should be other people."

"That's true, especially Potter!" He said with a smirk on his face and went to study the badge again.

"Did you read today's Daily Prophet? It made me laugh so hard. A 14-year-old fragile boy who lost his parents, his eyes filled with longing for his parents and tears of sadness? Hahahaha"

Pansy laughed so hard that she couldn't stop laughing. They were very happy to see the savior's scandal. Not only Slytherin, many people kept a happy attitude after seeing the report.

Especially people from the other two schools.

Sansaro finished her breakfast and brought some to Theodore. When she went back, he just woke up, so she put the hot milk and croissants directly on the bedside.

"Wash up and have something to eat. Daphne and Pansy won't be back in the morning. Let me take a look. Is your jaw still sore?"

She leaned over and clasped the boy's chin to examine the corners of his mouth.

"I don't feel anything else." Theodore obediently opened his mouth slightly for her to observe.

"Because I used a healing spell on you later." Sansaro let go of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him calmly.

His face turned slightly red. Suddenly, Theodore remembered something. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Sansaro.

"Do you know how..."

Looking at Theodore's stunned expression, Sansaro raised his eyebrows slightly. Can a person who has died and been resurrected become pregnant?

"Who knows?"

"I will ask my father to send the engagement ring tomorrow. We can get engaged during the summer vacation, or we can get married at Christmas. What do you think?"

Theodore sat up and looked to Sansaro for the most suitable solution. His eyes were very nervous, to be honest.

Although the two had already had a relationship, he was still a little afraid that Sansaro would reject him.

Sansaro saw the expression on his face gradually becoming anxious, and chuckled between his thin lips and white teeth.

"Summer vacation, I believe it will be a good time."

Theodore was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl, his heart couldn't stop beating, and a smile instantly appeared on his face.

"good "

Fides appeared next to the bed with his clothes on his head. Theodore touched its head and said, "Thank you, Fides."

"Can you identify the three of them?" Sansaro asked with his eyes bent.

"I spent about a week during the summer vacation last year. If you don't look carefully, the difference between them is really not big."

After Theodore put on his clothes and washed himself, Sansaro sat next to him and watched him eat and spoke slowly.

"The first project is Dragon"

"Dragon?" His expression was full of doubt. "The people from the Ministry of Magic really have some ideas. Are they here specifically to add a meal?"

Sansaro raised his eyelids

"That person's purpose should be more than that. Moody came to me this morning. It's strange. He seemed to want to tell me this, and his insight is terrifying."

"Should we be careful about him? Besides, you feel that there is a high probability that he did it, don't you?"

"I just don't understand, dear, why an Auror who has a good relationship with Dumbledore would do such a thing behind his back."

Sansaro rested his chin on his hand and looked at the bottom of the quiet lake outside the window with cold eyes.

"I went over in his office today and smelled a very strong smell of potion."

Theodore wiped the rice stains from the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper. "I heard that it was because of the old injuries and hidden diseases that he had suffered from attacking the dark wizard in the past, so he needed to keep replenishing some healing potions."

She raised her eyebrows and her expression became a little solemn. "I can't say for sure, but it's better to be careful. Something is wrong with him."

"it is good"

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