HP: The Shadow Returns

Professor McGonagall held the silver needle and happily praised Sansaro's talent, while the Slytherin people were a little surprised. They didn't expect that Slytherin's first extra point came from this half-blood?

Their mentality changed slightly, but Parkinson became even more angry. At the same time, Granger, who was extremely strong, stared at the perfect silver needle in Mag's hand in disbelief, and continued to smack the wooden stick seriously. stand up.

As the lesson ended, Granger also succeeded in conjuring a silver needle, but it was far less sophisticated than Sansaro.

Professor McGonagall still gave her five points.

The three of them came out of the classroom together and walked to the next class. The wonderful scene of two Gryffindors and a Slytherin caught the attention of almost everyone passing by.

"Why don't you let Professor McGonagall see the snake? She will definitely give Slytherin more points." Harry asked in confusion as he turned sideways to make way for a wizard who was walking in the opposite direction.

"Yes, and... you are also a Slytherin, aren't you?" Ron lowered his brows, scanned the expression on her face, and added cautiously.

"No reason"

Sansaro smiled and answered them very plainly, but it was just a trivial matter. She hugged the Slav, and Harry next to her raised his hand to open the door of the History of Magic classroom.

Ron thought she was a little strange. Others were trying their best to be in the limelight, so why didn't Sansaro care about this?

Harry attributed all of this to the isolation within Slytherin. "Okay," he said, shrugging and taking out another candy from his pocket.

This class was a bit unexpected. The three of them sat together again. Harry and Ron felt very loyal that Sansaro could not sit here alone, even though she was a Slytherin.

After all, they should be considered friends now. Their words reached Sansaro's ears... A hidden smile appeared on her lips.

The History of Magic class was only halfway through, and almost everyone was already lying on the table in a drowsy state. Ron even drooled a little. Sansaro showed no expression on his face and led the Slav away from him without leaving a trace. Farther away.

Harry was very happy to have this cute owl get closer to him, and as expected, they started the game of touching the candy's head again.

Sansaro glanced at Harry Potter's little movements, and she might know why Harry wanted to sit with her.

Looking up at the ghost, Professor Binns, who was wheezing and drawling on the podium, she just didn't expect that dead people could come to teach students, which was quite novel.

Turning around and scanning the classroom, I found that the only one who was still persisting was Hermione Granger. She was even taking notes seriously.

What a diligent person... Sansaro thought a little boredly, but unfortunately she was talented enough. Things like the history of magic that relied entirely on memory were the simplest in her opinion.

Just some reading to kill time before school starts.

The lunch at noon didn't give her enough time to think about anything else, and the afternoon classes started right after.

Professor Snape of the Potions class is the Head of Slytherin, and the classroom is also in a very cold cellar. The same faint flame as the Slytherin lounge stands in the silver candlesticks on the wall.

There is no bright decoration, basically all gray and black transparent glass bottles and heavy crucibles.

Sansaro was already used to seeing all kinds of cold colors. There was noisy potions classroom without a teacher, and Malfoy started to be mean and taunting Harry for some reason.

But before the savior could start to reply in time, the door of the potions classroom was opened with a bang, and a gloomy black-haired man strode in. As he walked, he used his wand to close all the windows that could only provide a little light with curtains. Sealed.

Good, it's even more sinister now, Sansaro thought, looking at the man's bitter and resentful face. She had seen him before, at the opening banquet, next to the man with the purple turban.

Everyone immediately fell silent. Snape took out a roster with a cold face and called out names. Unsurprisingly, he named the Slytherin students first.

But when Harry Potter was mentioned later, he snorted and whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous character."

After he finished calling their names, Snape stood on the podium and looked at them coldly. His eyes were empty and dark, which reminded Sansaro of the black lake that no light could penetrate. His voice was low and cold.

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of potion preparation. I do not expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out bursts of fragrance. You They don’t really understand the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the kind of magical power that makes people feel fascinated and confused...

He paused for a moment, "I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

"It is destined that only a few people can truly master this knowledge." When he said this, his eyes glanced at Draco, and he immediately straightened his back proudly.

The superiority on his face was unmistakable.

Sansaro watched the interaction between the two of them silently, but she felt the profound power of Snape, and she was thinking about how long it would take to defeat him if she faced him.

She has seen many dark wizards, but she has never seen one like Snape... Inexplicable excitement filled the depths of Sansaro's pupils, but they were deeply hidden by the frame. .

"Potter," said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Sansaro just looked at Potter who had just finished his trance and then stood up in confusion, "I don't know, sir."

Snape curled his lips contemptuously, "Tsk-tsk-it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Draco scoffed as he said this, and Harry glared at him, but was interrupted by Snape's next question.

Then Snape turned away his eyes and deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arms.

"Let's try it again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"

"I don't know, sir." Harry was a little embarrassed. He didn't understand why Snape didn't ask Hermione, who kept raising her hand next to him.

"I don't think you have read a single book before term started, right, Potter," Snape said coldly, still ignoring Hermione's trembling arms.

"Potter, tell me what is the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Harry couldn't help it anymore. He scratched his head and asked, "Why don't you let Hermione tell if Hermione knows?"

"Sit down," Snape snapped at him.

"Let me tell you, Potter. Powdered narcissus root and mugwort can be mixed together to make a very powerful sleeping potion, which is a dose of water of life and death. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow. It has extremely powerful effects. Strong detoxification effect. As for Aconitum naviculata and Aconitum wolfsbane, they are the same plant and are also collectively called Aconitum.

Got it? Why don’t you write this all down! "

He paused, then said fiercely, "Potter, because you contradicted the teacher, one point will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Harry didn't understand what he was doing. He could feel Snape's deep dislike for him. No wonder Percy said that Snape didn't like anything except being nice to Slytherin, especially Grizzly. Llanffindor.

Sansaro secretly observed Snape's micro-expressions. There was a deeply hidden, familiar, gloomy and painful aura about him. Why was this?

She passed over Harry who was unconvinced and Snape whose eyes were always cold. Hogwarts was really an interesting secret gathering place.