HP: The Shadow Returns

Early the next morning, Sansaro got up and sent out all the Christmas gifts she had prepared. When the gifts for Voldemort arrived, she thought for a while and finally picked up the pen.

As the figure of the Slav in the sky got further and further away and finally shrank into a small dot, Sansaro, who was standing by the window, narrowed his eyes, turned around and took out a covering black robe and mask from the closet.

Not long after, "Quina" came to Knockturn Alley again. The surrounding environment was still dark and dirty. However, this time she did not go to the shop of her old acquaintance Bo Jinbok, but walked along the main alley to the end.

Until he saw an old and covered black wooden door standing here with a rabbit head hanging in the middle. Sansaro slowly approached. The rabbit head trembled twice and slowly opened its red eyes.

"Who is it?" A sharp voice came from the ferocious rabbit's head.

"Quina"

It kept turning its eyes to look at the tightly wrapped girl, but after a while the voice inside said

"Welcome, Ms. Quina"

With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened, and Sansaro stepped in. The inside seemed to look like a tavern, but it was different from the Leaky Cauldron.

Everything here is clean, and because it is basically decorated with solid black wood, the room is very dark, and the only light can only come from the faint chandeliers hanging on the roof or hidden in the walls.

If you look carefully, you can see that the chandeliers are made of human bones.

Sansaro stepped on her leather shoes and walked up to the counter step by step. The waitress who was very tall and thin and wearing a black rabbit mask to clean the cup immediately stopped and asked

"Ms. Quina, what kind of help do you need?" At the same time, a smile like the rabbit face drawn with a marker appeared faintly on her mask.

"The list of properties for sale in the UK gives priority to black properties, thank you" Sansaro said, leaning forward and sitting on a bar chair.

The so-called black industry is mostly money laundering, dark transactions, and illegal transactions carried out by some nobles through illegal means through houses, manors, or other things.

These "washed" things cannot be circulated in the market and have to be left there without attention. This is expressly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, but even some powerful people will not take it seriously.

As for the manors in the black industry, the building prices are almost always very low, but the disadvantage is that the location is extremely remote and may even be dangerous, and the previous use of the house

And more importantly, it absolutely cannot connect to the Floo network.

Soon, the waiter placed a stack of compiled information in front of Sansaro. "If you see something suitable, please communicate with our staff and we will take you there to check it out."

"Thank you, here's a glass of citrus juice."

Sansaro opened the book in front of him and scanned the rows of pictures and said.

"Ok"

Looking at it page after page, it seems that they are all in the most remote Northern Ireland, or Scotland, but it is not impossible. Look at the area, it would be better to be bigger, because the potions and those small items can no longer be accommodated.

Just as she was looking through it carefully, the door opened and a man walked in and happened to sit next to her.

"Modified Citrus"

"Ok"

Sansaro subconsciously felt nervous in his head. Is it Quirrell? After taking a breath and calming down, she continued to flip through the booklet in front of her as if nothing had happened.

What is he doing here? Voldemort has assigned him a new mission? Or something else....

“Your citrus concoction”

As the waiter placed the drink in front of her, Sansaro felt Quirrell's gaze falling on her without hesitation. She lowered her eyes and raised her hand to take the glass and take a sip.

The long silence made the atmosphere a little strange.

"Sir, your things are ready"

The chair made a sound, and Quirrell stood up. Soon the burning gaze left him, and he followed the waiter away.

Taking advantage of this time, she quickly selected the target and handed the booklet to the waiter very neatly.

"No. 108, Jörmungandr Estate, Londonderry, Northern Ireland"

"Okay, we will send someone to take you there to check."

Soon, the waiter took Sansaro to the destination instantly through a door key that looked like a cane in a room.

It was snowing heavily in Northern Ireland at the moment. Sansaro immediately felt the coldness and shuddered. Black mist instantly filled the skin covered by clothes, and more than half of the coldness was driven away at once.

This is a manor that has been abandoned for a long time. There are stone snakes coiled around the tall stone walls as far as the eye can see. Every corner is covered with wild thorns. The information states that it covers an area of ​​more than ninety acres.

Even standing outside, Sansaro could feel the desolation emanating from the manor from the inside out.

"Please come with me. There is no way to verify the family that lived here before. It has changed hands several times. Because there are extremely dangerous black magic items in it, almost no one chooses to come here."

“Of course not many people come to us and choose to buy real estate.”

The waiter apparated and took Sansaro with him while introducing the distribution here.

"The biggest difference between it and other manors is that it is dominated by a castle."

"There is a garden in the front, a lake and a wide pasture in the back. There are four conference halls, twelve living rooms, and more than 300 bedrooms, including dungeons, basements, and storage rooms. It is all very well-equipped and can definitely satisfy you. daily needs”

The people who lived here must have been rich or noble, and their status in the wizarding world must have been high. After all, it would have cost a lot of money to take care of this place.

Sansaro looked around, and there were dangerous black magic items everywhere. The marks on them were so frightening that even the waiters who had a strong grasp of magic did not dare to approach easily.

Moreover, it is a classic ancient European building. The foyer is supported by several large stone pillars. The entire castle stands tall and is uniformly gray and black in color. Pure silver can be seen from the dusty chandelier next to it, but there are stains everywhere on the floor. It was the huge holes drilled by the goblins that ruined the beauty of the place.

Sansaro secretly asked Fides and Bacca to roam around the entire castle, and they found quite a few surprises. Dozens of ghouls were scattered in the attic, not to mention countless more hiding in the darkness. Countless foxes.

But then the waiter also explained the situation here to her.

"Given the level of trouble here, you only have to pay 1000 gold galleons"

Sansaro slowly raised his hand and moved his index finger left and right, "900 gold galleons, you don't seem to have noticed the ghosts in the dungeon."

The waiter narrowed his eyes, threw a detection spell on the ground with his wand, and then said very apologetically

"Sorry, maybe the frontline staff didn't investigate clearly, which caused you trouble." He said and took out a book with something written on it, as if he was contacting some people.

After Sansaro looked at the structure of the castle for a while, he put away the book

"Ms. Quina, our boss has agreed and once again apologizes for our negligence. As compensation, if you come to Black Rabbit again, your expenses will be automatically discounted by 50%."

She turned around and said softly, "Okay."

The waiter bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your trust."

"The money is there, please count it." As soon as Sansaro finished speaking, a huge bulging money bag appeared in the corner.

"I won't waste too much of your time." After the waiter spent a few minutes counting, he turned around and bowed to Sansaro again.

"Thank you again for your trust in us. Do you want to go back with us?"

"No, bye"

He put his hand on his chest and bowed his head to Sansaro, "I wish you a happy life." After saying that, he took the money bag and the portkey and returned to London.