HP: The Shadow Returns

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office, like the classroom for this class, is on the third floor of the main castle. This is also where the trophy display room for Malfoy's duel with Harry that night is located.

Sansaro walked up the cold steps, passing by the colorful display windows with glimmers of light. She looked at the door of Quirrell's office from a distance, and her palms became thinly sweaty due to excessive tension.

Did Dumbledore know that Quirrell wanted to kill the Savior? He was also present just now... But if it was really what he thought, then Quirrell would be too impatient.

However, he dared to take action against the savior in public. If he really followed his purpose...

Sansaro was thinking rapidly in her mind, and she felt that maybe she should find an excuse to deal with it this time.

"Why are you standing here all the time?"

A voice came from behind, and Sansaro's eyes widened instantly. She slowly turned her head, and saw Quirrell quietly behind her with a cool smile on his face, staring at her intently.

When is it

She subconsciously clenched the hand holding on to the wall, looked at the man who was only a knuckle away from her, and swallowed subconsciously. She must be inseparable, Voldemort... is really powerful.

"I'm about to go find you, Professor." Sansaro's thin lips moved, forming a perfect arc.

Quirrell twitched his nose slightly, looked at Sansaro with a change of eyes, and then said very calmly with a smile on his face.

"Then it's a good time, let's go together."

Helplessness flashed across Sansaro's pale face. She was really a step too slow this time. However, she followed Quirrell and stared at his back.

If he wanted to do something to himself, there should be no problem in escaping. Judging from the current situation, Voldemort is most likely still in a weak state.

Besides, Dumbledore wasn't completely unaware.

Sansaro followed Quirrell into the office with a gloomy expression, and slowly closed the door that was her last escape route.

The office was surprisingly tidy and smell-free, but there was also a lot of disharmony. Sansaro glanced at the messy quills on the table and an overturned and dried ink bottle on the cabinet.

She stood there, and the Slav in her arms looked at the surrounding environment extremely quietly, looking for the best escape route for her master.

"Do you feel a little cold?"

As Quirrell spoke, he lit the fireplace with his wand. Whether he did it intentionally or not, blazing flames rushed out of the fireplace, and the flames almost licked Sansaro's hair.

She was caught off guard and took two steps back, her chest heaving, and her heart palpitated as she stared at the secretive look on the man's face.

"What do you want from me?" The startled Sansaro didn't look too good, but his tone was still as distant and polite as before.

"Miss Nasitan has never been in good health?" Quirrell did not answer the girl's question head-on. Instead, he held one hand on the table and asked slowly.

"That's right, Professor"

Sansaro stared at him closely, his lenses glowing with cold white light under the reflection of the flames.

"Don't be so nervous." The man approached calmly and gracefully, looking at the owl with golden pupils in the girl's arms. "This owl doesn't look like an ordinary pet."

Quirrell looked down at Sansaro, whose lips were tight and irritating, and he suddenly laughed, "You are really suitable for Slytherin."

"This is the first time you have said such a thing"

Then something happened that Sansaro couldn't understand the most. Quirrell took out an orange from his pocket and handed it to him for some reason.

The color is yellow, the skin is smooth and bright, and it looks very sweet and juicy at first glance.

As he watched, Sansaro suddenly became trance-like unexpectedly, and a strange sense of familiarity arose in his heart. It seemed that a long time ago, someone had handed him an tangerine like this, but the tangerine was wrinkled. The hands are also pale and thin.

Who is that... who is...

"Are you okay, Miss Nashitan?"

Chilo's voice suddenly appeared, and Sansaro suddenly broke away from the feeling she just felt. She found that the plump tangerine was firmly in her hands.

"Sorry, Professor, I just remembered something." She put away the oranges.

"If Miss Nasitan really wants to express her apology, she might as well-" Quirrell seemed to have just broken away from some memories, and a jewel-like scarlet flashed in his eyes.

The careless sentence breaks made Sansaro wary.

"Do simple little things for me"

Sansaro suppressed the feeling of confusion in her heart just now, stared at Quirrell in silence for a few seconds, and then chuckled. She raised her eyebrows and fiddled with the tangerines with her slender pale fingers.

"Does Professor Quirrell want people to be so stingy in everything they do? Just use an orange?"

The man was not angry after hearing this. He sat on the chair, frowned slightly and threw all the messy quills on the table into the fireplace and burned them.

"If Denbu knew that there were students with dark magical creatures, guess what he would do? Fire you? Or -"

This action made Sansaro seem to think something clearly, listening to Quirrell's slightly threatening tone.

Is it possession?

There was a bright flame in her eyes. Sansaro tentatively raised the corners of his mouth and spoke slowly, word by word.

"The great Dark Lord Voldemort probably doesn't want to be discovered by Principal Dumbledore, right?"

The air around him suddenly turned cold. Seeing Quirrell staring at him extremely quietly without saying a word, Sansaro became more vigilant, but the smile on his face became even brighter.

"How did you find out?"

"guess"

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort moved his fingers, and a force hit his face fiercely. Sansaro couldn't avoid it. She glanced up, and the Slav on her shoulder let out a low cry, and removed the sharp feathers of her outer wings. Thrown away at the men.

The two forces collided, and the desk in the middle immediately shattered into sawdust. Although it looked terrifying, Sansaro, with a cold face, understood that this was all a test.

“nice power”

Voldemort's surprise flashed across Quirrell's face. He didn't open his mouth, but moved his fingers casually, and the desk returned to its original state.

Although she can do it, it is definitely not that easy. After all, she is only eleven years old, and the power gap between the two is still obvious.

"Of course I can help you, Lord Dark Lord"

Thinking of the best strategy, Sansaro tensed her body and took two steps back as she spoke. The pressure coming from the Dark Lord made her full of a sense of crisis. She secretly recruited Bone and Fides to hide in the shadows just in case.

"As a Slytherin, I certainly admire you, but you also understand that my life and origin are not as I wish."

Seeing that Voldemort made no move and looked at him without any trouble, Sansaro immediately softened his tone and continued to talk. It seemed that his value to him was not small.

After all, she didn't think that the rumored ruthless and bloodthirsty Dark Lord could be bewitched by her few words.

"I hope you can take the time to teach me some advanced black magic. I have an excellent talent. I think this should be very simple for you."

Voldemort tapped his knuckles on the table, raising his eyebrows vaguely and staring at Sansaro with a smile on his face.

This kind of active display of weakness made him very satisfied.

Smart, able to assess the situation, and ambitious, he can easily control two dark magical creatures at this age, and he is so thoughtful that he can even deceive Dumbledore.

All of this made Voldemort seem to see his past self. The difference is that this girl seems to be more powerful, and, most importantly -

"No problem at all"

His cold face slowly revealed a trace of complicated elegance.