HP: The Shadow Returns

Following the music, Sansaro put his hands on Theodore's shoulders, and he held the girl's waist.

The two danced on the dance floor, but soon she discovered that the moment the dance shoes on her feet landed, there were sparkling lights popping out from under her feet, which was like a walking special effect.

Also, when the skirt rotates, it will leave short traces of light in the air.

They couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing it.

"Is this a surprise?" Sansaro asked, approaching him with a smile.

"How do you like it?"

“Of course I do”

Theodore grinned, "Then this is its honor, to win your love."

“Really good at talking”

Sansaro left a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. After the song ended, more and more people were on the dance floor, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall also held hands and started dancing.

Snape, still wearing his black robes, stood there with a cold face, as if the ball was a catastrophic ordeal for him.

Even Karkaroff had a female companion. Hagrid and Ms. Maxim looked at each other shyly, and the two of them got closer and closer.

Astoria was wearing a silver skirt and Draco was dancing happily in the venue, while the atmosphere at Daphne's side was a bit unnatural.

The two danced, but their eyes didn't meet at all. Zabini was like an emotionless robot, but he subconsciously hugged Daphne tightly when she was about to fall.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

After almost half an hour, Sansaro felt a little thirsty, so he left the dance floor and sat in the rest area. Theodore got up to get a drink.

Cedric led Qiu Zhang over and walked over. He approached and quickly leaned down and whispered:

"Take the golden egg and go to the water to see it."

After saying that, he straightened up, smiled, and gently pushed Qiu Zhang onto the chair. "Qiu, I'm going to get something to drink. You and Sansa Luo are waiting here."

"it is good"

Sansaro's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to say hello to Qiu Zhang. The two girls sat here chatting until Theodore and Cedric came back.

They chatted for a while and then separated again. The Weird Sisters band in the hall started playing heavy metal. The excessive noise in the hall made the two of them choose to go outside the corridor where a few wizards were scattered.

Sansaro expressionlessly glanced at the couple hugging each other and kissing each other under the pavilion, and slowly said, "That egg has something to do with water, maybe it's a mermaid or something."

"Digory said that?"

"Yeah, when you go get your drinks."

Theodore raised his eyebrows, "Shall we go see it now?"

"Hold on"

Sansaro turned his head and set his sights on Snape, who was outside catching couples on a date, and Karkaroff, who had been following him and didn't know what he was saying.

"Karkaroff's expression doesn't look good," Theodore said as he lowered his eyes at her, but the next second the man tried to roll up the sleeve of his left arm, which made both of them flash a faint look. Light.

"If I remember correctly, the Death Eater's mark should be on the left forearm, right?"

Sansaro raised his chin slightly and suddenly became interested and asked the boy behind him.

"Yes, Karkaroff is a Death Eater. More than ten years ago, in order to escape prison, he betrayed many Death Eaters to the Ministry of Magic." Theodore said with his hands behind his back.

"Including Snape?" Sansaro narrowed his sharp and sharp eyes, as if he realized that something was not simple.

Theodore thought about it for a moment, "It seems that Dumbledore said that Snape was his undercover. They may have reached some kind of deal, I'm not sure."

"But what's interesting is," he continued with a sneer, "Barty Crouch's son was also betrayed by him. At that time, Barty Sr. resolutely imprisoned Crouch Jr. in Azkaban."

Sansaro looked at the two people who were still entangled and disappeared from the field of vision, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Old Barty seems to want to be the Minister of Magic. I read the old newspaper and it was him who allowed Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curse on dark magic wizards."

"Yeah, in the end it's just nothing."

Listening to the disdain in the young man's words, Sansaro thought for a long time. She turned around calmly and looked at Theodore, "Tell me, Old Barty, would he really let his son die in Azkaban?" "

"What do you mean?" A trace of doubt flashed between Theodore's brows.

She turned sideways and walked forward slowly, with the young man following closely behind her. The two of them walked leisurely, and the heavy snow drifting outside became increasingly cold and heavy.

"Moody is fake. I remembered what was in that bottle, Polyjuice Potion. The real Moody should be locked up by that person."

As for where he was imprisoned, Sansaro suddenly thought of the shaking iron box in the Defense Against Dark Arts office.

"Is that Crouch Jr.?" Theodore frowned.

"Not necessarily. Do you know what he looks like?" The two looked at each other. Just when Theodore was about to speak, Sansaro spoke calmly.

"Withered yellow hair makes you look pale and thin, right?"

"How do you know?" Theodore's eyes widened. "Then why did he plot against you?" He said and suddenly realized, constantly guessing, "Because of power? Or?"

"Who knows, Theodore, he has been secretly promoting the progress of the game."

Sansaro's eyes flashed a dim green light in the darkness. "We will know, although not now, he will also have to pay the price."

Night enveloped the sky, and the two of them arrived at the Room of Requirement.

There were only a few dim lamps, which were dimly lit and dimmed. Of course, there was a large bed with gauze curtains in the middle, and a large mirror on the ceiling.

Theodore looked at this, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and a hot feeling rose from his lower abdomen. He lowered his eyes and turned his thick gaze to the girl next to him.

Sansaro chuckled lightly, raised his hand and took off the mask on his face and put it aside. Then he took out an eye mask from nowhere and put it on his face. The low magnetic voice was like the devil's bewitchment, which made him People are intoxicated.

"I know you can't wait any longer."