HP: The Shadow Returns

“Looks like it went well”

In the Forbidden Forest, Sansaro, Theodore and Little Barty were discussing the arrangements for the game.

"According to what you and the master said, the Triwizard Cup has been changed into a traditional portkey in the Quidditch Hedge Maze, and everything has been arranged."

"In this case, I don't need to worry about anything. I'll knock those people unconscious or kill them. In short, we will eliminate them. We don't need too many extra spectators. Moreover, I will leave the stage early to create more opportunities."

Sansaro's eyebrows were sharp and his expression was cold.

"If Harry Potter comes back by some means, catch him as soon as possible and find a way to bring him over. Who knows what backup options Dumbledore will leave for the savior."

"It's like the Marauder's Map. That boy has a lot of good stuff." After hearing what she said, little Barty laughed ferociously and drank a mouthful of polyjuice potion for himself.

"The Marauder's Map?" Sansaro raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and looked at each other with Theodore.

"Is that thing in your hands now?"

"Yes, he saw that name in the office, and then I lied to him that it was Barty Crouch who came to get the documents, and I confiscated the map."

Seeing his proud expression, Sansaro curled her lips with unknown meaning and spoke.

"Okay, it's very smart. It can be regarded as solving a problem. There is nothing more to say. When the game starts, everything will kick off and everything will be on track."

There was a smile on the girl's pale face, and large dark clouds covered the sky. A drizzle of rain fell, bringing with it an endless icy coldness, covering Britain with a new layer of air-conditioning.

"Why is it so cold? It's already spring."

At this moment, many people in the Gryffindor lounge were gathered around the fireplace to keep warm. Ron was the closest. He huddled in the corner of the sofa, folding his arms and rubbing them up and down.

“Who knew the weather in England was so bad?”

Harry, who had recovered a lot, still had a few bandages on his body. He sat on the sofa and frowned at Hermione who was in a daze. He turned sideways and asked his other friend.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know. The day after you entered the hospital, she was basically like this all the time." Ron shook his head, sighed and thought for a while before explaining.

"Maybe I'm too worried about you?"

Harry had some ominous premonitions, so he leaned over and tentatively called out softly.

"Hermione? Hermione!"

"Ok?"

Hermione, who was in a daze, suddenly raised her head as if waking up from a big dream. Her face was a little haggard and her pupils were a little unfocused. She turned her head blankly and asked.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Harry lowered his head seriously and asked, "You don't seem to be in a good state. What happened?"

Hermione shook her head stiffly and subconsciously wrapped herself up in the air-conditioning. To be honest, she didn't know what was wrong with her.

"It's just a little hard to concentrate. Maybe I haven't slept well these past few days."

"Really?"

"I do not know"

After their conversation, Hermione fell into that sluggish state again. She always felt as if she had seen something but not seen it, and had forgotten something but could not remember it.

It's strangely annoying, as if there are flies flying around in my head.

There was a noise outside, and Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown walked in together. They were happily eating small green cakes in their hands.

Ron's fiery eyes were cast on the exquisite desserts in their hands.

Lavender happily walked up to him and asked him with a smile, "Do you want to eat too, Ron?"

Then he gave him a piece of his piece.

"Oh, thank you so much, Lavender."

Parvati gave Harry a small cake. After all, they were also dance partners at the dance.

Harry didn't have much appetite at the moment, but he accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you"

The two girls left laughing and playing, and Harry, who couldn't eat anymore, handed the cake to Hermione.

"Here you go, vanilla."

"Ah!" The moment Hermione saw the cake, she suddenly seemed frightened. She stretched out her hand in fear and knocked the cake away.

Ron was startled by this sudden movement and almost choked to death on the cake in his mouth. He looked at Hermione with a slight complaint.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough, what's going on?"

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

At that moment, Harry saw her pupils dilate instantly and the unconcealed fear deep in her eyes.

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry." Sweat broke out quickly on Hermione's forehead, and she couldn't stop apologizing.

"I think I should take a rest, sorry, friends"

Before Harry could ask any more questions, Hermione got up and ran back to the dormitory in a panic. Looking at her anxious and frightened back, the strange feeling in Harry's heart became more and more intense.

His eyes fell on the smashed cake, and he fell into deep thought.

"Oh my god...."

Ron was surprised at Hermione's reaction.

But as the time for the last game gradually approached, they didn't have much energy to think about anything else. Hermione's mental state gradually became worse, and at the same time her roommate Katie.

As the marks on his arm moved more and more intensely, Karkaroff became more and more uneasy, and his restless Barty Crouch could see it.

The spreading fear made him feel extremely excited. This kind of excitement could even be noticed by Sansaro during daily classes.

Traitors must pay a price.

There is no doubt about this.

Soon the time for the competition came, and everyone gathered here, on the field beside the Forbidden Forest that turned into a large maze, cheering each player's name.

Flitwick, Headmaster of Ravenclaw, waved his wand and directed the students to sing very spiritual and exciting songs. They played different instruments, such as tubas, trumpets, and violins.

The girls in Beaubaston danced with smiles on their faces.

The haze of that day seemed to have dissipated, and everyone's expressions were one of anticipation.

Waiting for the warriors to appear.

Astoria and Draco clapped when they saw Sansaro's appearance, and Daphne sat with Blaise again.

Sansaro raised his hand to greet the people in the stands with a smile, and then Mr. Diggory appeared with Cedric.

"Sansaro! I haven't seen you for a long time! How are you doing?" He came up and hugged her warmly.

As if Sansaluo was still the same young and pitiful little girl a few years ago, the man's concern came from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you for your concern. How is Aunt Diggory doing recently? I haven't been there for a long time. I'm sorry to say it."

He looked at the girl's calm and generous look, and Mr. Diggory smiled happily.

"That's not important. If you live well, we will be happy."

The sincerity on his face was exactly the same as that of his son, Cedric Diggory, which was really missed. Sansaro sighed without sincerity with a smile on his face.

Not long after, the contestants all appeared. Harry followed Dumbledore and vaguely touched the scar on his head. He always felt that something was wrong today, but he couldn't explain what it was.

Is it cold again today?

As Dumbledore took a deep look at Harry Potter and then walked onto the stage and began to formally announce the rules of the competition, everyone fell silent, whether it was the performing orchestra or the dancing girls.

"This morning, Professor Moody hid the Triwizard Cup in the center of the maze. Only he knows where it is. Our contestant, Sansaro! As the person with the first score, she will be the first to enter the maze, and then... ..”

Every time he read a name, the corresponding lineup cheered, and Slytherin's screams suddenly filled the sky.

The dark clouds hovering in the sky are getting thicker.

At the same time, Barty Jr. dragged his legs and stood limping behind him. Theodore in the stands had bright eyes, and Sansaro had a faint smile on his face.

They all know that the good show is coming.