HP: The Shadow Returns

"No, Harry and Ron also contributed," Sansaro said softly after she had recovered a little. She saw Quirrell appearing in the corner from the corner of her eye. He looked at her with surprise and surprise hidden in his eyes. gas

"They distracted the trolls"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, nodded slowly, and were forced to accept the glances of several professors in turn.

The professors all fell silent. Even if it attracted a little attention, a first-year kid could kill a troll alone... and he was still such a power that should not be underestimated.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she clutched the wand in her hand, trying to digest the incredible amount of information in front of her.

"Okay, Miss Granger will deduct 50 points for her arrogance," she said with difficulty.

"Miss Nashitan helped and saved Miss Granger for defeating the troll. Slytherin got 30 points. Mr. Potter and Mr. Ron each added 10 points for Gryffindor."

After adding points, Sansaro, who had recovered somewhat, was taken away directly by Snape.

"Ahem, thank you very much, Professor Snape"

In response to his thanks, the man just snorted coldly and said nothing more. Sansaro knew she was in the wrong, so she calmed down and followed him.

Enduring the pain in her body, she noticed Snape's limping leg. Her eyes darkened. Could it be that something had happened? After a while, I finally arrived at the familiar office.

Snape turned around and sat on the bright black sofa, looked at Sansaro, whose face was still pale, and began to question, "How did you learn that spell?"

Sansaro leaned weakly against the wall with a smile on her face, thinking quickly about what to say. After a while, she explained softly

"Cedric's house, I often go to their house to read, so..."

Snape's bitter and resentful face was full of doubts. Can he learn spells that only senior students can learn by just reading a book? But he also remembered how talented the thin girl in front of him was, almost all the professors except Mrs. Hooch.

Everyone admired Sansaro's talent and hard work, as if she was born to eat magic.

After a long silence, Snape made Sansaro drink another bottle of buffing potion with a dark face and left.

The next day, to everyone's surprise, Slytherin had a lot more green gems in its scorer, far more than the other three houses.

When they learned that it was Slytherin's Sansaro who had killed a troll, the surprise within Slytherin had reached its peak. Everyone was discussing this matter almost throughout the day.

Sansaro became a Slytherin celebrity.

What happened in recent months has also allowed the purebloods in Slytherin to fully see that Sansaro is a developable connection with great potential, and they have long been prepared to intentionally approach and talk to Sansaro.

As the leader of their first-year students, Malfoy naturally did not think about falling behind. Although they had some minor conflicts before, he thought that no one would reject a Malfoy because of this.

Daphne also gradually understood that if she didn't take the initiative to provoke Sansaro, there would be no trouble.

But Pansy is still very afraid of her, but this is the result that Sansaro likes most. After all, Parkinson has no friendship value.

When they saw that after class, Hermione Granger from Gryffindor came over to thank Sansaro for saving her from the troll, they were even more certain that the news was accurate.

Sansaro bent her eyes and looked at Hermione who bowed deeply to her. She smiled and said, "You don't have to be so polite. It's all a trivial matter."

"No" Hermione shook her head very stubbornly, "If you hadn't appeared there, I would have been killed by the troll long ago."

"Your arm." Her voice suddenly dropped, and her eyes stayed on Sansaro's arm. "I was too scared yesterday, I'm sorry."

Sansa Luo lifted up her sleeves without changing her expression, and a purple mark was clearly revealed on it, but she still said softly, "It's much better now, I can understand, you didn't mean it."

After hearing what she said, Hermione blamed herself even more. She looked at the very conspicuous mark on her white arm and then took out a box of ointment from her pocket.

"This is a Muggle ointment. It's very useful..."

As she spoke, she carefully observed Sansaro's expression. Fortunately, the other party did not show any disgust or other Slytherin expressions, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you"

The Slav in Sansaro's arms took the ointment and put it into her hand, and asked softly, "How are you feeling today? Your mood should have been much better last night, right?"

Hermione didn't expect that the other party was still caring about her, which made her a little touched, and she nodded.

"Much better, we have reconciled now"

"That's good"

Sansaro looked at Hermione looking behind her with a somewhat bewildered expression. She turned around and saw Malfoy and the others approaching very arrogantly.

She curled her lips and said, "Goodbye, Hermione. I remembered that I have something else to do. Let's talk about it next time."

Hermione smiled with relief, and couldn't help but admire Sansaro's gentleness and understanding. It was so good. It seemed that she had already regarded her as a friend.

"Okay, bye Sansaro"

Sansaro watched her turn around and leave quickly, and the smile she maintained on her face gradually disappeared. She felt that she was a smart person, but not that smart.

By the time Malfoy and the others came over, Hermione had already walked away, and Sansaro stood quietly stroking the owl in his arms.

"I saw that Muggleborn just now. Why do you always associate with those people in Gryffindor?" Draco asked with a frown, and the two tall men behind him nodded in agreement.

Sansaro raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, and asked calmly and elegantly, "What's the matter?"

Draco was a little dissatisfied with her answer. He said with a warning in his tone, "You should know that you are a Slytherin, right?"

Sansaro stopped what she was doing when she heard this. She exuded a faint frightening aura. She still had a gentle smile on her face, but Draco felt a little chill down his spine.

"Of course I know." She bent her eyes and leaned closer. Draco felt that his body couldn't move for some reason. He watched helplessly as she covered his ear, her tone of voice was calm and cold.

"You have to understand that I get more than half of Slytherin's points now. So far, no one is qualified to mention my status."

Draco's two followers still didn't know what happened. Sansaro pulled away with a smile. The girl raised her hand and gently brushed the dust on Draco's shoulders, as if nothing had happened.

"It's dusty. I have to say." Her eyes glanced at Goyle and Clark behind her. "They are indeed a bit slow, aren't they?"

Draco broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and he nodded confusedly following Sansaro's words.

"Goodbye now, I have something else to do." After saying that, he left here without paying attention to Malfoy's reaction.

Draco looked at the girl's emaciated back. He might know why Pansy was afraid of her. Just now, he seemed to be facing an extremely dangerous python. That feeling...Draco swore he didn't want to experience it again. Second-rate.

But he was still a little unconvinced in his heart. He had long forgotten why he came to see Sansaro, and finally waved his hands and left with the two followers in annoyance.

On the way, Sansaro passed by a trash can and threw away the ointment given by Hermione. She also threw away the quill given by Neville last time. In fact, Sansaro never threw it away. Keep these things in mind.

She didn't feel the need to keep it.