HP: The Shadow Returns

They didn't know how long they had been reading. Sansaro only knew that he had almost finished reading a book, and the two of them were still writing furiously.

"You guys take it back and write it. It's already very late. Just give it to me when you have time." She closed the book and said.

"All right"

The three of them packed up and stood up and walked out. When they passed Mrs. Pince, they were glared at. Of course, Sansaro was implicated because she would never allow the library she managed to make any noise.

"I even suspected that she was going to rush out with a wand and kill me." Ron opened the door and walked out with lingering fear, patting his chest.

"At least not now, when you are still a student at Hogwarts," Harry comforted, tilting his head.

Sansaro listened to the conversation between the two with a low IQ, smiling and showing no reaction as if she was used to it.

"How did you make the Slavs so powerful?" Harry couldn't help but asked curiously as they walked in the corridor leading to the main tower.

"Yeah, tell me, I also want Scabbers to learn." Ron had already thought that once Scabbers learned how to show off to the Weasley twins, he was just waiting for this day.

Seeing the two people staring at her with bright expectant eyes, Sansaro raised his eyebrows and said softly

"By nature, Slavs are very understanding of humanity."

After hearing this, the two people looked very disappointed as expected.

"All right"

They walked all the way to the corner of the stairs, and it was time for them to part ways. The Slytherin common room was underground, while the Gryffindor common room was in the tower.

"Here, I almost forgot." Harry seemed to remember something, and he quickly took out a very delicate long box from his pocket.

"Neville gave this to you, Longbottom remember? He blew up Snape's cauldron for the first time, and you helped him then."

Sansaro raised his hand and took the box from Harry with some doubts.

Harry shrugged "He's a bit, uh, introverted...so...just to thank you anyway"

"He's afraid of me?" She put the box in her pocket and looked at the two of them and asked.

"It's hard for anyone to like Slytherin. Of course, except for you, you are a good Slytherin." Ron said seriously, holding the moving red hair on his head. "But Neville doesn't understand. He heard that we are today." I gave it to Harry when I came to find you."

"Is that so?" Sansa smiled and repeated in her heart, "Good Slytherin?"

"Then I'll go first. Goodbye, Harry and Ron."

"Ok, bye"

"Good night, Sansaro"

The three of them said goodbye and separated. Sansaro walked all the way down the stairs, then stopped on a step and looked through the window at the dense and dark forbidden forest in the distance. Several bird shadows flew high in the sky.

Feeling something tugging at her robe, Sansaro lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"come up"

A pitch-black hand bone crawled along the body of the robe directly to the girl's shoulder. It was the Bone that Sansaro sent to investigate the Forbidden Forest a few days ago.

Finally, she sighed in her heart, and a thin light flashed in her dark eyes.

"N-Ms. Nasitan?"

Hearing the voice, Sansaro was startled, and immediately put his hands on his chest in a subtle way. Bone quickly ran from his shoulders into the girl's sleeves, almost in a flash.

After doing all this, Sansaro turned around and looked at the man with a smile, using the frame to hide her suspicious eyes, wondering why she couldn't sense Quirrell's approach.

The person who came was none other than Quirrell. He smoothed the turban on his head and walked towards Sansaro step by step while talking.

"You, why are you still outside? It's going to be curfew soon..."

Sansaro raised her eyes to look at Quirrell, who felt something was inexplicably wrong. Thinking of the deadly smell during class, she suddenly subconsciously wanted to take two steps back.

"Professor, I just came out of the library and was about to go back."

Quirrell was already very close to Sansaro at this time, and there was only one step between them. What surprised her was that she didn't smell any strange smell now.

"I just saw a dark shadow. Are you okay now, Miss Nasitan?" Quirrell didn't know why he suddenly stopped stumbling when he spoke.

Sansaro subconsciously raised his head and found that the other person was leaning forward and staring at him, with a very weird smile on his face, especially under the moonlight at night, it was very weird.

"It's nothing, Professor, I'm fine. You must have seen it wrong." She denied it without changing her face or heartbeat. Before Zillo could say anything else, Sansaro smiled on her face and she continued.

"I think I should go back, good night, Professor"

Before she could make a move, Quirrell stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm with frightening force. Sansaro soon felt the pain coming from her. She immediately tensed up and stared at him warily.

"Miss Nasitan, in view of your excellent performance in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I hope you can come to my office in the evening for extra classes to enrich your knowledge."

Sansaro opened his mouth to find a reason to refuse, "I..."

"I'm afraid she won't be able to make up the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." A cold voice came. Sansaro turned around and saw the gloomy eyes of Professor Snape.

She noticed that Quirrell let go of her, and immediately took two steps back to stand behind Snape.

Snape lowered his eyes and looked at her emotionlessly, then turned to Quirrell, who was stumbling again and looked timid, and said

"Nasitan goes to my office every night to make up for potions lessons."

"Ah..." Quirrell sneered timidly, "Miss Nasitan didn't tell me just now, I thought..."

"I'm going back to the dormitory to put away my things and then go to Professor Snape to make up for my classes. I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell, for causing you any trouble."

Sansaro looked at Quirrell, who seemed to be schizophrenic, with gentle eyes and calm eyes, and spared him enough face while speaking.

"No...it's not in the way."

Snape gave Quirrell a last deep look and said, "In that case, let's go, Nahitan."

Sansaro bowed slightly towards Quirrell, turned around and left with Snape's flowing black robe. After walking a few steps, she subconsciously looked back from the side, only to see Quirrell showing a strange smile to her. .

It's a big trouble... Sansaro turned his head and followed Snape without saying a word, his eyes filled with the coldness of winter.

"What are you messing around with outside?"

Sansaro was brought back from her thoughts by Snape's cold questioning. She explained, "I just came out of the library, Professor Snape."

The man snorted, "With the great savior?"

She pursed her lips and said "yes"

The two of them had now reached the dark and damp door of the Slytherin lounge.

Snape stared at her, and Sansaro noticed his scrutiny, and the gentle and flawless smile on her pale, sickly face grew wider.

Snape was unmoved. He moved his thin lips and said very harshly.

"Perhaps you should study to become a real Slytherin, Miss Nassirtan, instead of wandering around with stupid Gryffindors all day like your brain has been eaten by slugs."

After that, he ignored the girl's reaction, raised his hand and said "noble" to the door. The stone door opened on both sides, and he walked in directly. Sansaro lowered his head and followed Snape in.

Real Slytherin? Looking at the Malfoy group who were nervous when they saw Snape in the lounge, they didn't know what they were waiting for.

She couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

"Professor Snape?"

Draco, who was still bragging, quickly put down his crossed legs and stood up quickly. He rubbed his eyes and thought he had seen it wrong. His godfather, who was so busy that his feet never touched the ground, actually came to the lounge? Or with that mixed race?

Zabini, who was standing side by side with him, quickly glanced at Snape's darkened face and felt for a moment that something was going wrong.