HP: The Shadow Returns

Somehow Sansaro was squeezed to the front. She had been observing the surroundings secretly. Suddenly she saw Malfoy raising his eyebrows at the people around him and walking directly towards Harry who was at the front with the two bodyguards. .

"It seems they are right. The famous savior, Harry Potter, has come to Hogwarts to attend school."

He blocked Harry Potter directly and arrogantly.

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle." Draco pointed slightly with his head, and then introduced himself with a hint of pampering.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy"

Ron couldn't hold it back behind Harry and laughed at the way and appearance he introduced himself. Draco immediately turned his head and mocked with a cold face.

"Do you think my name is ridiculous? Look at you, I don't even need to ask your name. With red hair and second-hand robes, it must be from the Weasley family, right? It's not easy for you to support you with your father's meager salary. Isn’t it?”

Sansaro, who had been watching the whole process, saw Draco proudly extending his hand to Harry, who looked not very good. She lowered her eyes and stroked the Slav's head. She was almost certain that Malfoy would be rejected.

After all, it's not easy to make friends with this look. He is really much stupider than his father, Sansaro commented emotionlessly.

"I think you will never make friends with such a person, Potter. You will soon find that some wizard families are indeed superior to others. Malfoy is obviously a better choice."

As expected, Harry Potter didn't even look at his outstretched hand, but stared at him coldly and said

"I know what kind of friend I want to make, and it's definitely not someone like you."

It was obvious that Malfoy, who was favored by thousands of people, had hit a wall. He put down his hand dejectedly, and was very angry when he was about to say some more vicious words.

A tall and thin witch in green robe came over. She held a scroll seriously and said, "Mr. Malfoy, please return to the team."

Malfoy finally snorted heavily at Harry and the two, and reluctantly walked back with his two followers.

The boring farce is over, and the green-robed witch also begins a brief introduction.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, you can call me Professor McGonagall." Her pointed witch hat swayed slightly with her head.

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant to sit down, you must first confirm which college you will enter."

"Classification is an important ritual because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you are here."

"You will take classes with other students in the college, live together in the college's dormitories, and spend your free time together in the college's common room."

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin"

Professor McGonagall paused and then said

"During your stay at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, while any violations will cause your house to lose points."

"At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will receive the House Cup, which is a high honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you can bring glory to the house.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up and be energetic while waiting."

Since then, Sansaro has completely understood the system and classification of Hogwarts College, as well as various mechanisms.

She didn't know which house she would be sorted into, but the one she was most familiar with was undoubtedly Cedric's Hufflepuff, and that was also the best choice.

But Slytherin is a snake...

She thought about it carefully, and after a few minutes, the door to the auditorium suddenly opened. Professor McGonagall waved her hand and motioned for the little wizards to follow her inside.

The most eye-catching thing is the ceiling of the main hall, which is covered with hanging candles with expressions, shining like bright stars in the sky.

Almost all the little wizards couldn't help but sigh, but the first thing Sansaro saw was the old man with a white beard sitting in the middle of the stage.

Is that Dumbledore? She could completely feel the shocking, extremely calm, huge magic power hidden in the gentleness.

Then the next thing that caught her eye was a man wrapped in a purple turban, sitting on the teacher's bench. There was something weird about him that stood out from everyone else, but that was all.

He paid no attention to himself, the Savior who was watching like everyone else.

There are so many interesting things in Hogwarts, and Sansaro's tongue quickly swept across the corner of her lips, which was really great.

"I read it in "The History of Hogwarts", it was from 12..." Hermione began to work tirelessly to spread the word to people around her.

"Oh, she's such a know-it-all, Harry."

Ron walked in front and whispered to Harry, and his voice, which was not very low, was heard by Sansaro in the middle.

Hermione was visibly unhappy.

Sansaro saw Cedric sitting on the long yellow table on the right. He smiled and waved hello to the girl, and said sweetly to her lips.

She could tell what the other person was saying

(Don't be nervous, Sansaro)

Sansaro smiled at him with a slight hook in her mouth, but there was no joy in the depths of her deep pupils, but at this time there was a wave of undisguised sneers behind her.

"You look like a lowly Muggleborn at first glance. Don't worry, you will definitely go to Hufflepuff. I can't think of any other place suitable for you except there."

She turned slightly and looked sideways. The ugly-looking girl was looking at her domineeringly, and several of his companions, both men and women, were laughing playfully.

"Did you put the mop at home on your head?" They laughed at each other.

"Haha, more like your curtain rope!"

Malfoy was also obviously on the list, but his cold eyes were always focused on Harry Potter in front of him, obviously he was still obsessed with the embarrassment of the rejection just now.

"That's Parkinson?"

Cedric was very worried and stared at Sansaro from a distance.

"Aristocratic bullying...so disgusting"

Charlotte frowned. It was obvious that he came from a Muggle family and had no good impressions of these "big figures" in the wizarding world.

But the two of them couldn't help much at the moment. Sansaro's dark eyes stared at them like a poisonous snake carrying the cold.

Such a look actually made Parkinson stand there, feeling a little scared and unable to move.

She felt humiliated, but alas, her aristocratic friends whispered, waiting for her to react.

Sansaro had already reached the front of the line, but Parkinson's angry eyes were always on this weird girl.

Sansaro certainly didn't take her to heart. Her level was obviously not high enough to attract his attention.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was standing next to a broken hat, and the hat began to sing a song.

"A long time ago I had a new hat

Hogwarts hadn't been built yet

The four founders of Noble Academy

Thought they would never part ways

The same goal connects them

Each other's wishes are so consistent

To build the best magic school in the world

Let their knowledge be passed on and continued

......."

It's a weird sound and melody, but it still sings happily.

After it was sung, Professor McGonagall stepped forward and said, "Before that, Principal Dumbledore wants to say a few words for us."

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly stood up and said, "I would like to introduce some precautions for the new semester. First-year students, please be careful not to enter the Forbidden Forest..."

Sansaro felt that these sounded like simple precautions. Forbidden forest, the corridor on the left hand side of the third floor?

She thought for a moment, but still didn't decide to release Fides and they were going to explore the castle now. After all, who knew what else the greatest white wizard of this century could do.

Sansaro knew very well that he could not afford these risks now.