HP: The Shadow Returns

At this moment Ron's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

He didn't expect Sansaro to actually know Cedric of Hufflepuff, and it seemed like their relationship was very good.

"We know each other"

Sansaro said very briefly, but it was as if he had not said it.

People from Slytherin also came over one after another. Malfoy stood diagonally opposite Harry. The eyes of several people were full of sizing up Sansaro next to him.

Of course Parkinson and Daphne are definitely not included.

"Hey, you'd better get ready in advance. The dean doesn't like people arriving late." They stood up. Malfoy first glanced at Harry provocatively, and then said to her in a low and casual voice.

Sansaro raised his hand and pushed up his glasses with his index finger, and replied with a slight smile without caring.

"No problem at all"

Harry stared back at Malfoy fiercely, and lightning flashed in their eyes. Ron watched the two silently fighting and didn't know what to do.

But soon, Mrs. Huo Qi, a professor with short hair and golden eyes who specializes in teaching flying lessons to first-year students, came over with a broom and a loud whistle.

When Harry looked at her, he was reminded of Sansaro's owl Slav, which the girl had not taken out for a few days.

"Okay, kids, stand on the left side of the broom!" She said in a loud voice that could be heard by everyone in the playground.

After watching the little wizards follow her instructions, she then said

"Raise your right hand and shout up emotionally until the broom successfully flies to your hand! Start!"

Malfoy in Sansaro's row was the fastest to complete this action, and then she heard a cry of pain from the opposite side. It was Ron, who was hit in the face with a broom stick because he was too anxious.

"Haha, what an idiot." Malfoy sneered unceremoniously, and then he set his sights on Sansaro. He wanted to see what this half-blood was capable of.

Sansaro had never been exposed to Quidditch, flying in the sky or anything like that. Her pale fingertips were slightly open, and she was not interested at all.

"up"

Seeing no response, Sansaro put down her fingers casually, her expression calm as if she had expected it.

Malfoy sneered and shook his head. It was not so obvious to Harry that Sansaro didn't care very much. She no longer planned to achieve anything in flying lessons.

"cough cough"

She covered her mouth and coughed heavily, and tightened her robes, but even so, the wind on the Quidditch pitch was a bit too strong for her body, which had been weak for so long.

"Professor, I have a headache." She raised her hand to signal to Mrs. Hooch, thinking about when she would ask Dean Snape to approve a note not to take flying lessons.

Mrs. Huo Qi came over and took one look at Sansaro's pale little face and agreed without saying a word.

"Go to the infirmary and take a look, kid"

"it is good"

Sansaro returned to the castle as she wished, but she did not go to the infirmary. Instead, she turned around and walked around along the messy moving stairs. The black shadows around her feet quickly dispersed. Soon she would explore the surroundings and find another place. return.

The girl's thin back walked in the corridors, accompanied by hoarse coughs from time to time. She missed the time when she could brew healing potions at home.

Not long after walking, Sansaro felt her legs become sore. She was a little disgusted with being so fragile, but there was nothing she could do about it. It seemed that she had been weaker than normal babies since she was born, and she was more likely to get sick.

She stopped and could only rest against the wall for a while, looking out the window at the green Quidditch pitch. She stared at the sky and squinted her eyes.

Are those Harry and Malfoy? Are they flying on broomsticks? Has Mrs. Huo Qi taught you this far? But as she saw Malfoy throwing something away, Harry Potter rushed out.

Sansaluo understood that he was looking for trouble again. She withdrew her gaze, and as the black shadows gathered back together, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Good afternoon, Miss Nasitan."

She paused when she saw the person coming, and for a moment her face showed the same gentle smile as before.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good afternoon"

In front of him was Dumbledore, who had a long white beard. It was the first time for Sansaro to stand with him at such a close distance. The bridge of his nose was a little crooked, and his blue eyes were hidden behind the lenses and seemed to be able to see through everything.

He looked at himself very kindly and asked, "Why didn't you take flying lessons?"

"I...ahem..."

Sansaro lowered his head and put a few fingers between his lips. He coughed lightly and looked weak and pale.

"Sorry..Professor"

"It's okay. Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Looking up, the old man showed concern for his younger generation and looked very close to him. The girl shook her head and smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, but my physique has been like this since I was a child."

Dumbledore touched his long beard, his eyes flickered, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, kid, you can't experience Quidditch, a very interesting sport."

The corner of Sansaro's mouth curled up, and she looked at the old man in front of her.

"Maybe I'm not suitable for this in the first place. Do you want to go for a walk together?"

Dumbledore seemed a little surprised that she would make such an invitation, and he quickly agreed.

"Of course it's no problem, but it won't be long. Ah, you know, as a principal, you still have a lot to do."

"Thank you very much, of course that's understandable"

Sansaro followed him obediently. She observed that when passing some portraits, the Duke in them would take off his hat and salute Dumbledore. It turned out that the popularity of the great white wizard had expanded so widely.

As she was walking, she suddenly asked

"Professor, can you please help me approve the leave note that I don't need to go to the flying class?"

"Ah, a note?" Dumbledore thought for a moment and explained, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have to tell your dean in person."

He continued, "I will talk to him. Considering your physical factors, I think Severus will agree."

"Thank you so much"

With a smile on her face, Sansaro looked up and glanced past Dumbledore's unresponsive expression. The big snake in the shadow escaped again, and the smile on the girl's face became even brighter.

"Are you friends with Mr. Potter?" His tone was calm and casual, as if he was chatting with a friend.

But Sansaro didn't think so. Why did he ask about the savior? She walked forward without changing her face, brewing in her heart

"Yes," she finally said calmly, "we are friends."

"Then what kind of person do you think he is?" Dumbledore asked, bending down and stroking a pot of beautifully blooming orchids by the wall.

Sansaro thought for a moment, "He is not actually like the rumored savior."

"Oh?" Dumbledore straightened up and stared at her with his wise eyes, as if he was very curious about her answer.

"He was originally an ordinary person, an ordinary boy, an ordinary Gryffindor. The rumors did not give him magical powers, but more like they put a lot of pressure on him."

Dumbledore looked at Sansaro. He suddenly smiled and said, "I don't know if anyone else feels this way. Miss Nashitan, you are not like an ordinary Slytherin."

Sansaro's pale face always had a gentle smile.

"Then it depends on how you define the standard of ordinary Slytherin, Professor, but I think since I am sorted into Slytherin, I must have some characteristics that belong here."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and he couldn't tell what his emotion was.

But Sansaro firmly believed that his answer was absolutely perfect.