HP: The Shadow Returns

"It doesn't matter, this isn't the end yet." Sansaro had a faint smile on his face, and his dark pupils were like phantoms in the shadows, making Theodore feel the beauty that was about to emerge that day again.

He continued to follow the girl's footsteps, vaguely scanning the deserted surroundings, hesitating for a long time about what to ask, but in the end he did not speak.

Sansaro's eyes darkened as he took in all of this, and he looked back as if he hadn't noticed anything.

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The popularity within Slytherin has been very low recently, and Malfoy is the most prominent. He has said repeatedly in front of everyone more than once

If he were the Seeker, he would not let Slytherin lose the game. This made the current Seeker Terrence Higgs, who lost to Harry, a little irritated.

He thought Malfoy was really teasing him on purpose, but there was nothing he could do about it. They did lose. This was a fact.

Immediately afterwards, they received the news that the referee for the next game had been replaced by their dean, which made the atmosphere in Slytherin slightly higher.

Being able to watch their rivals lose the game, the balance in their hearts was suddenly restored. At this moment, the Gryffindor team was having a secret meeting, and they knew that Snape would definitely target them.

Especially Harry, when he learned from his friends that the person who wanted to kill him was Snape, he was not surprised at all. If Snape was the referee in this game, it would be almost impossible for them to win. .

If only everyone in Slytherin were as gentle as Sansaro, Harry listened to Oliver Wood scratching anxiously on the blackboard analyzing tactics, and looked at the sleepy Weasley twins. One glance.

The three of them yawned together.

"Are you even listening?"

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During this period of time in class, Harry would often feel sleepy due to long training sessions, and Snape would always find excuses to deduct points from Gryffindor, as if his energy wanted to deduct all 150 points from Quidditch. return.

Christmas is approaching, and people's enthusiasm is even better than the plummeting temperature, but Sansaro doesn't like this weather very much, because she usually gets sick for a few days at this time of year.

Even with the blessing of a protective spell, part of the biting cold wind would still penetrate her body. There was nothing she could do except wear more clothes.

Time went round and round to Saturday morning. Sansaro and Hermione finished discussing transfiguration in the library, and the other party worriedly wanted to take another look at the marks on her arm.

"It looks much better, doesn't it?" Sansaro put down his sleeves and smiled, "No need to worry anymore."

Looking at the shallow marks, Hermione still felt a lot of guilt in her heart. Sansaro's generosity and disregard of past suspicions made her feel more like a clown before.

"We are friends, aren't we?"

Hermione nodded vigorously "Of course" without any hesitation.

Sansaro raised his hand and patted her shoulder and said softly, "There are not so many rules between friends, Hermione."

Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief, and the frizzy hair on the top of her head swayed. "Thank you, Sansaro, you have been helping me sort out my knowledge and take care of my emotions. I don't know how to thank you."

The corners of Sansaro's pale lips curled up.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione took out the snack made by her dentist mother from behind, and asked Sansaro to accept it no matter what.

"You can't always say no to friends," she said stubbornly, and Sansaro had no choice but to take it.

"Thank you, but I should go. It's a little late." Sansaro watched the sun go down, then stood up and said goodbye to Hermione.

"Okay, go to bed early tonight, bye"

"Goodbye"

Sansaro did not intend to throw away Hermione this time, because what she sent this time were all desserts, things that the Slavs would definitely like.

Sure enough, when she placed the bag of desserts in front of the Slavs, the little owl on the table's eyes lit up, and she was so excited that she wanted to roll directly into these small snacks.

Sansaro found it very funny. She touched the long ear feathers on both sides of the Slav's head, straightened her clothes and came out of the Slytherin lounge.

At this moment, more than a dozen well-known pure-blood and mixed-blood wizards from different grades are sitting on the sofa, chatting with each other on the chairs, and the party has begun.

"I will consider telling my dad"

As the center of power, Malfoy was gathered in the place closest to the fireplace and was warming himself leisurely. Surrounded by him were Parkinson, Zabini and his daily followers.

But what Sansaro didn't expect was that Nott was also there, but he stayed in the corner, drinking hot tea quietly, which was in line with his solitary character.

Sansaro sat on the only seat next to him and asked with a deliberate smile, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Theodore pushed over a cup of hot black tea, turned his head and said lightly, "When did you make such a joke?"

“It’s important to relax once in a while”

Gently picking up the black tea and taking a sip, Sansaro felt his body warm instantly, and then glanced at the group of people gathered together like flies.

"You're right, it seems like there's really nothing interesting about it."

Theodore snorted, shook his head and continued to drink the black tea in his hand.

But after a while, Draco Malfoy drew everyone's attention here. He stood up and walked over, asking casually with a slight smile.

"Theodore, Sansaro, why don't you sit over there? It's too cold here, isn't it?"

"We were just talking about something." Theodore stood up and patted the dust on his chest. Sansaro also stood up and said slowly.

"But it's all said and done now."

The three of them sat together on the soft sofa, surrounding the fireplace. Sansaro unexpectedly sat farthest from the flames. Theodore was still next to her, and Daphne was on the other side.

Next to her was Pansy, but her eyes kept falling on Draco opposite her.

"I will definitely join the Quidditch team next semester and let Potter see how good I am."

As soon as he said this, Sansaro noticed that Terrence's expression darkened behind him, and Miles patted his shoulder.

She silently took a sip of the black tea in her hand and continued to listen to these people chatting about some non-nutritious and messy topics.

Until someone suddenly asked, "Sansaro, I heard that you are very accomplished in the art of transformation?"

"That's right, Professor McGonagall gave Slytherin a lot of points because of Sansaro," a first-year Slytherin said with certainty.

Sansaro looked up and saw that it was Millicent Bursted, a small pure-blood family.

After going around in circles, the topic finally came to Sansaro. She turned her eyes to the person who said this first, third grader Polian Foley, who had straw-colored hair and was neither very tall nor very thin.

"Do you want to see my transformation skills?"

Taking a peek at the smile that didn't reach the bottom of Sansaro's pale face and the cold light in his lenses, Daphne lowered her eyes and silently lit a candle in her heart for Foley.

"If you have this honor"

Listening to Foley's affirmative words, Sansaro locked his eyes tightly with a faint smile on his face, holding a black tea cup and placing it on his lap to keep warm.

Foley didn't know what she was going to do. Just when he was wondering, a group of people behind him exclaimed, and then a no-man's land was left around him.

"Merlin!"

In doubt, he suddenly felt something cold climbing up his neck. For a moment, Foley didn't dare to move until its head appeared from the front of his neck and made eye contact with him.

The moment Draco saw the black snake, he felt Pansy hold his hand tightly, and his dumb eyes turned to Sansaro, who was sitting lazily on the sofa, smiling as usual.

Everyone present realized that Sansaro hadn't even taken out his wand! Not even reciting a magic spell! You can secretly cast advanced transformation techniques! What's more, she is only in first grade now!

Theodore looked at Foley with a heavy look, who did not dare to express his nervousness. Even though he had long known how powerful Sansaro was, he still felt a sense of shock and oppression.