HP: The Shadow Returns

Ron gritted his teeth and held onto Gabrielle's hand, trying to save her from the jaws of death.

But then another crocodile broke out of the water and swam toward him.

The open mouth was full of jagged fangs. Ron, who was in danger, felt as if time had been slowed down. He mustered up the courage to accumulate strength and kicked hard on the crocodile's mouth, accompanied by Hermione's magic. curse.

The painful crocodile let go of its mouth, and Ron climbed up with the seriously injured girl before she was bitten. Gabrielle fell into a coma, with blood gushing from the wounds on her body, and her life or death was uncertain.

"Sister..." She murmured subconsciously, her voice as low as a mosquito.

Fleur tremblingly stepped forward to hug her without any concern for her image, then she lay on the ground and screamed in pain.

"I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid... Wuwu... Madame Maxime will save you."

The blood all over the floor made everyone solemn. They rushed to the infirmary with the seriously injured girl in their arms. The remaining people silently prayed for the two warriors to return safely.

Astoria's hands were tightly clasped with Draco's, and the two were leaning on each other.

Many people covered their mouths in fear, Neville even looked like he was about to vomit, and even Daphne's face became extremely pale.

The same goes for Sansaro, but behind the cold palms, there are slightly raised lips.

Seemingly fragile and hugging Theodore, a cruel excitement grew in both of their hearts.

Not long after, Harry and Krum flew out of the water and hit the cold wooden floor hard.

Both of them had horrific and ferocious wounds, which penetrated from their right shoulders to their chests. They closed their eyes tightly and looked lifeless. Everyone took a breath of air and rushed them to the infirmary.

The cruelty of the game made everyone realize that this was not a game filled with joy and cheers at all, and the joy on the faces of the Weasley twins who had been betting before also disappeared.

Fleur nearly lost her sister, and they nearly lost two warriors.

But the game still had to continue, and in the end, Sansaro won the first place with the highest score, followed closely by Cedric, followed by Klum and Harry, because they both ended the game at the same time.

The last one was Fleur who didn't finish the race, but she didn't care about it anymore, she just hoped that her sister would be safe.

In one game, more than half of the ten people were injured and went to the infirmary for treatment.

Sansaro was sitting in the boat with heart palpitations, and the silent crowd came to the shore, and followed the crowd and walked towards the castle with Theodore.

But he saw Barty Crouch on the road. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The moment he saw her, he walked up to greet him.

"It's really a tragic game, isn't it?" Old Crouch put his tall hat on his head, shaking it from time to time.

"Yes, Mr. Crouch, I never thought that anyone would be in a life-or-death crisis." Sansaro's hair had been dried by a spell, and she said with a sad face.

"Yeah, but I still have to congratulate you for winning first place."

As the two walked side by side on the path, Theodore followed silently, observing the surrounding environment vigilantly.

"It's just luck." Sansaro smiled, looking at the old man's thin smiling face, "Those crocodiles didn't attack me and Fleur."

"Luck is also part of strength." Crouch looked a little dazed, especially when Moody rushed over from the front.

"Your family will be proud of you," he said, his confused mind not remembering that Sansaro was actually an orphan.

"You're not going to kidnap this little girl to be your intern at the Ministry of Magic, are you?"

"Remember, that boy last time never came back!"

Moody was leaning on a cane and his voice was as loud as a lion. He licked his lips quickly, and Old Crouch seemed to have seen something extremely surprising.

He stepped forward with wide eyes, glanced at Moody, said no more, and left tremblingly.

"I also said I was a lunatic!" Moody looked a little nervous. He took out the bottle in his arms and took a swig.

After seeing the whole process, Sansaro raised his eyebrows and left with Theodore.

"It's interesting, right?" Sansaro smiled.

"Today's game? Or Moody?" The young man had regained his energy and energy. He felt that the physical exertion was compared to soaking in the water.

It's better to be with her in bed...

"Both, we are inseparable, my dear, he will soon show his weakness." She looked sideways and met Theodore's eyes, and the corners of their mouths curled up.

"That's really exciting."

The two of them walked back leisurely and saw Draco lying on the sofa in discomfort. His face was horribly pale. It seemed that the scene at the competition venue had frightened him quite a bit.

Astoria held his hand tightly at the side, not looking so fragile.

"Aren't you scared?" Draco lowered his head feebly and glanced at the two people who had just returned.

"What are you afraid of? Blood?" Sansaro's tone was a bit unkind, but she quickly raised her lips and smiled, "Theodore and I are not that fragile, and Astoria looks good, right?"

"You guys are really extraordinary," he said weakly, and soon went back to rest after talking to Astoria.

After one night, the atmosphere in the entire castle was still at a low point, and the hall was quiet during dinner.

"I really hope Potter doesn't wake up like this."

Draco's gloating voice appeared on the long table again. It seemed that he had regained his energy, and it seemed that he was recovering well.

Potions class without the Savior felt very smooth, but Snape's expression seemed to be more solemn, but he always had that expression, and no one noticed.

When get out of class was about to end, by coincidence, Longbottom exploded another cauldron. Snape immediately vented his anger on him, and after he was done, he yelled at him to get out.

Feeling deeply humiliated, Neville Longbottom walked out sadly, and Draco followed him with a smirk on his face and two followers.

As soon as Sansaro and Theodore returned to the lounge, they saw a strange owl holding an envelope on the table, and it jumped to her feet.

"For me?"

She raised her eyebrows lightly, leaned over and took it, without signing... nothing, a prank?

Looking at Theodore, he took the envelope in his hand and checked it with a magic spell.

“A very normal letter”

Sansaro slowly opened it and scanned it ten lines at a time. A smile suddenly appeared on her face. Her tone was contemptuous and laughing.

"It's Miss Granger. She wants to meet me in the Forbidden Forest in the afternoon."

"She shouldn't be so stupid to come to see you alone." Theodore said calmly, "She will most likely tell someone or leave something behind."

"That's a jack-of-all-trades, my dear." She smiled as she watched the paper in her hand turn into black mist, her gray-pink lips slightly opened, and she tilted her head.

"I can't wait anymore"