HP: The Shadow Returns

"Aren't you going to eat? Please bring some for me too. Thank you very much."

"Of course...of course it's no problem, Sansaro..."

After the two of them left the dormitory tremblingly, Sansaro turned back to the bed and pulled the window curtain, then raised his hand to summon the black mist. A skinny green snake appeared and clung to her waist in circles, and the girl's face showed a smile

"Manna"

She held Manna's restless body with both hands, and the green snake's scarlet snake letter swept across the tip of Sansaro's nose. She squinted her eyes and felt the weight in her arms.

"Fides and the others fed half a sheep today, right? I heard that there are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. You are too weak. Just in case, let them try it first."

"I'll let Bone take a look tonight. It has a small target and is not easy to find. Unfortunately, I can't go there because the weather is too cold."

"Hiss...."

Snake letter trembled in the air, seeming to express self-blame. The girl chuckled and raised her hand to touch her scales.

"It doesn't matter. From the time Fides and Baka found me with you who were dying, we were destined to be bound."

Manna's withered head and her cheek were pressed together

"Did you mean just now?" Sansaro's eyes flashed with sarcasm, "Baka came out to help me educate two idiots, self-righteous pure bloods who don't know what they are called."

“Don’t worry, I’m measured.”

After Sansaro finished speaking, he lay down next to Manna's snake body, thinking about black magic, Dumbledore and the savior... There should be no black magic in the library, so take some time by yourself. You should check it out.

.....

The next day, all the Slytherins discovered a very strange and terrifying thing. Parkinson no longer targeted Sansa Luo.

Not to mention other people, even Malfoy and Zabini were confused, recalling that Pansy and Daphne took time off to have dinner with them last night.

And neither of them were in very good shape this morning, and these lads were desperate to know what was going on.

"I just don't think it's interesting anymore," she said.

But Sansaro doesn't pay attention to this. From now on, she is still alone no matter what she does.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, when Quirrell appeared again wearing his weird-smelling turban, Sansaro in the front row immediately felt something was wrong.

Within a few seconds, the suffocating smell suddenly filled the entire classroom. Even Granger regretted sitting in the first row. She was even worse.

Sansaro couldn't hold it back, coughed a few times, frowned and covered her nose, secretly held the wand and cast a cleaning spell and shielding spell on herself under the table, and finally felt that she was alive from this deadly poisonous gas.

Fortunately, I didn’t take any Slavs with me today.

Why would Dumbledore hire such a person as a professor? She didn't understand it at all, and how did Quirrell manage to smell even stronger than the smell of dead bodies?

But I'm afraid Quirrell won't be able to answer this question for her, because he is very focused on Harry and was directly transferred to the first row for the reason of "curious savior".

Halfway through the class, there was even a moment when Sansaro felt like he was about to faint on the table with stars in his eyes, and was rushed to the infirmary, while his good brother Ron was quietly praying for his misfortune in the back. .

Finally, after class, the students in the first row were the first to rush out of the classroom. They may have remembered the lesson.

Sansaro did not go back to the Slytherin lounge. She first threw the paper ball in her hand into the trash can, walked out of the classroom and walked up the corridors one after another, and then came to the library in the North Tower.

There were not many people at this place, and most of the students must have gone to eat. She opened the door and walked in. Sitting at the door was the librarian Irma Pince, a thin and elderly woman who looked like a malnourished animal. vulture.

She glanced at Sansaro twice and then withdrew her gaze. Sansaro's lips curled up slightly and he walked in.

It has to be said that her appearance is too deceiving. After all, who would think that a thin girl who looks simple and well-behaved to the point of introversion has evil intentions.

She randomly found a seat by the window and put down her textbooks. She looked around and found a book that interested her. She leaned on her slender arms with a calm expression. As expected, there was nothing she wanted. Where is the thing...

After a while, Harry and Ron, who seemed to have taken a shower, hurried over in a sneaky way.

"Wait a minute, Sansaro." Harry put down the things in his hands and showed an embarrassed smile on his pale face. "I'm so glad you agreed, otherwise Ron and I wouldn't know what we would do."

"It won't be long," she said, putting her homework on the table. "Next time, don't throw notes in class. If you are seen, you will lose points."

"Okay" Harry nodded and agreed, although he didn't think Quirrell could see anything else because his sight was blocked by the big and ugly purple turban.

"Merlin, does Quirrell have a special liking for the smell of onions?" Ron babbled and sat down with a painful look on his face. "Harry, being a savior is not a good thing."

"I don't like this title anymore." Harry didn't seem to have recovered yet. He looked at Sansaro, who was focused on reading and had no expression.

"Sansaro, don't you smell it?"

She turned another page and revealed a pair of misty eyes from the book. "I smelled it, so I cast a shielding spell on myself."

"That's so smart. I want to sit with you next time." Harry rubbed his hair, which looked even more messy. He picked up Sansaro's homework.

"Thank you so much, Sansaro, did Snape arrange so many?"

"Thirteen inches of discussion about scarring agents, we have to be two inches longer than this, brother." Ron said as he lowered his head very actively and started writing furiously.

"I really don't understand why he is targeting us so much. Wasn't it just Neville who blew up a few cauldrons?"

"I don't recommend that you copy everything." Sansaro, who was listening on the sidelines, continued gently, "The professor can tell it at a glance."

"Oh, yes, the great Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape" came out of Ron's mouth and felt very sinister, or that was what he meant.

Sansaro raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "Maybe you don't need my help? Mr. Weasley."

"I'm sorry for saying that about you, Dean. I almost forgot that you are also a Slytherin, but it is true that he targeted us." Ron apologized quickly with a wink. After all, there is nothing more urgent than handing in homework.

Harry nodded in agreement after listening to Ron's words. When he was about to say something, he glanced at Mrs. Pince who was walking over and immediately shut his mouth.

"Keep quiet in the library!" She came over and scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry, we will pay attention." Ron hurriedly put away his homework and apologized carefully.

Waiting for Mrs. Pince to leave, both Harry and Ron heaved a sigh of relief. Sansaro felt a little funny watching the two carefully copying their homework, but of course she didn't laugh out loud.

"Ahem." Harry coughed twice and continued the topic before asking, "Why haven't you seen Parkinson and the others recently?"

"Come on, if they don't cause trouble, it's already Merlin's blessing." Ron shook his head and said indifferently. "It's rare that their conscience finds out, and that Malfoy, I really don't know how he managed to grow so big."

Harry quietly paid attention to the reaction on Sansaro's face. The girl kept reading very calmly, as if she didn't hear what they were talking about, but Harry knew clearly that she had been paying attention here.

"I don't know, but don't forget that you still have homework for Transfiguration, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You still have a lot to write."

Sansaro's words were like a bolt from the blue, splitting Harry and Ron's hearts in half.