HP: The Shadow Returns

Not long after, the Quidditch game also kicked off on the court, and Harry came to invite Sansaro. He hoped that she could go to watch his game.

But due to the weather and Sansaro's health, Harry hoped in his letter that she would not force herself, and that she should take care of her health first no matter what.

But Sansaro agreed without spending much time. Fortunately, the weather today was very good and there was no wind, so just wear more clothes.

However, at this moment, she was stopped in the corridor going to the stadium. Sansaro raised his eyes to look at the person coming, squinted his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Professor Quirrell, the competition is about to begin."

Quirrell had a smile on his face, but he looked very strange. "No...don't be in a hurry, normal Quidditch...Quidditch...before the game, Dumbledore...school... ...The principal will give a speech.”

The man was still stumbling when he spoke and looked the same as usual, but Sansaro didn't think that he stopped her here just for a simple chat.

"Gugu" the Slav's eyes were bright, and she was always vigilant and never left the man.

"What a cute owl." Quirrell raised his hand as if he wanted to touch the Slav. Upon seeing this, Sansaro immediately stepped back and reminded him with a smile.

"Professor, strangers will get bitten." What if Quirrell wants to do some tricks? She still takes the hidden dangers very seriously.

Quirrell's hands froze in the air, but his embarrassment was quickly covered up by his cold face. He lowered his voice and stopped stuttering.

"Speaking of which, Miss Nasitan should have more than just this little pet, right?"

Sansaro's eyes quickly flashed with such a dark light, and she smiled peacefully, "What is Professor Quirrell talking about? Why can't I understand it?"

The man's face suddenly lost any expression, and the shadow of Sansaro's thinness was printed in the dark pupils. Until a strange Gryffindor student passed by, he immediately returned to his original state and pretended to be stumbling.

"This... If you want to ask... a question, please come to my office after the competition, Ms. Nasitan..."

He's looking for trouble again, but the speed of his face change is comparable to hers.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell"

"No...you're welcome"

After Sansaro got rid of Quirrell, he went all the way to the Slytherin stands. The people around him held flags and banners to cheer for his team. The same was true for Gryffindor. They made a separate line with Harry Potter's name. banner.

Many students were still holding small flags supporting the Slytherin team, which was enough to show how much they valued it.

Since he was not interested in the game, Sansaro avoided crowded places and sat in the corner. Although the view from here was not very good, he could still see the entire Quidditch field.

But even so, many people came to chat with Sansaro after seeing him.

"Good morning, Derrian"

"Really? Professor Snape didn't assign much."

"Good afternoon, Polian"

.....

Dealing with the crowd's interaction, Sansaro almost didn't see Cedric greeting her under their stands. She maintained a smile on the outside, but began to feel a little impatient in her heart.

"Friends, I think we should focus on the game now, the team has started to enter the stadium."

"Look who that is?"

"Harry Potter? Gryffindor really let him play?"

"With Merlin's blessing, we will definitely win!"

Sansaro, who successfully changed the topic, turned her attention to Harry Potter, who was full of fighting spirit on the field. She looked calm. Will she win? Not always...

The game was very fierce from the beginning, not to mention that Slytherin and Gryffindor had never dealt with each other since ancient times, and the commentator Lee Jordan never stopped talking.

Almost everyone was watching the game attentively. Only Sansaro's eyes wandered around vaguely. No one knew what she was looking at.

Suddenly, boos broke out from other stands. The next second Sansaro saw the referee, Mrs. Huo Qi, riding a broom in a hurry, holding a red card in her hand and shouting:

"Slytherin foul!"

But captain Marcus doesn't seem to care, because as long as he can win, Slytherin can use all means.

"Gryffindor idiot! That's just a little legal trick!" Draco's dissatisfied scream came from the front row, sounding very intense.

Sansaro raised his eyes and looked at the professor's desk. Snape had no expression on his face at all, but Sansaro could feel that he also acquiesced to this.

Standard Slytherin behavior, she sighed in her heart and prepared to look away, but her eyes met Quirrell's eyes for no reason. It didn't last long before the other person looked away.

Sansaro followed his gaze and narrowed her eyes, savior?

"The Golden Snitch has been released!"

After a while, the commentator Lee Jordan shouted such a sentence, and almost everyone stood up and stared at the Seeker on the field.

"Slytherin's Seeker Higgs saw the Golden Snitch!"

"Our Harry saw it too!"

"The chase... has begun!!"

Li's few words directly pushed everyone's emotions to the top.

Sansaro sat on her seat casually, her eyes closely following Harry Potter's figure flying wantonly in the sky. Inexplicably, she suddenly felt.

It would feel great if I could fly freely in the sky like a bird.

If she had a healthy body... A gust of wind passed by, and Sansaro felt her throat begin to feel itchy again. She covered her mouth with a gloomy expression, but in the end she couldn't help but cough a few times.

Now that this is the case, let's use what is most beneficial to us first.

As the people around him exclaimed, Sansaro put down his hand and looked up, only to see Harry, who had just been so comfortable in the air, now at a loss, holding on to his broom and swinging dangerously in the air.

His broom... Sansaro reacted very quickly and took a closer look. It must have been controlled by someone. The person who uses this kind of curse usually cannot look away from the person who is being cursed.

Her eyes immediately went directly to the professor's seat very purposefully, but what surprised Sansaro was that Snape and Quirrell were chanting spells at the same time.

Sansaro turned to stare at Harry, who was still swinging in the air, thinking rapidly in his mind.

Snape had long been secretly aware of the Savior's activities. Even if he had been showing disgust, it was impossible to do anything in public. Then Snape most likely used the protection spell.

But Quirrell... What made her feel a little strange was, why did Quirrell attack the savior? Former enemy? But isn't the only enemy of the savior...

Suddenly, a bold and unspeakable idea flashed through Sansaro's mind. In an instant, her fingers trembled uncontrollably due to overexcitement.

Could it be that that person is here too? Quirrell goes to the Forbidden Forest on a regular basis, is he just going to contact Voldemort?

Does Dumbledore know?

Not long after, she saw Hermione sneaking all the way to the professor's seat. As she released the flames, Snape, whose robes were set on fire, pushed Quirrell away. The next second, Harry's broom returned to normal.

After observing the whole process, Sansaro's mouth curled up, but it was normal. Who would doubt the usually timid and cautious Professor Quirrell?

As Quirrell stood up and left, Sansaro also stood up and left the stands shortly after. The two of them left the Quidditch match venue one after another with a long distance between them.