HP: The Shadow Returns

"at home"

Sansaro kept smiling and blurted out without thinking.

"Qui Luo"'s eyes changed, and he suddenly stood up. He walked closer step by step. Sansaro watched his movements, restrained his desire to retreat and stood there, and his body began to tense up slightly.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

There was only a dozen centimeters between the two of them at the moment. Sansaro was very sure that the person now must be Voldemort. Because of his cold eyes, she raised her head and looked at the man.

Not a trace of timidity was seen.

"Well"

Sansaro was caught off guard when he raised his hand and pinched her thin chin, his cold eyes scanning the ordinary face inch by inch.

"At home?" His low and cold voice sounded faintly, like an evil ghost from hell.

When Sansaro opened her eyes wide and saw his other hand raised as if to take off her glasses, her nerves instantly became tense and she was about to break free.

But that cold hand only touched his face.

"Yes, at home"

Feeling the coolness that swam like a little snake on her cheeks, her heart trembled inexplicably, and she immediately answered obediently.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly, Sansaro saw a fleeting look of sorrow in Voldemort's scarlet pupils.

The next second, he quickly threw away his hand.

The girl turned her face, and there was a very obvious nail scratch on her fair chin. Then he turned around and walked to the fireplace, with his back to Sansaro, he said coldly

"I have some things to be busy with recently. Come over when I call you later."

The flames in the fireplace crackled and roared.

The pain from her chin continued to stimulate Sansaro's nerves. Her delicate heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Voldemort was about to take action... In the pale moonlight, she lowered her head respectfully.

"Okay, Professor"

...

That night, Sansaro saw the Dark Lord's moodiness, but that look... She didn't dare to think too much about it, it was unreasonable.

Returning to the dormitory, she sat quietly on the table and looked at the red wound on her chin over and over in the mirror. She frowned deeply. When she was stunned, the Slav appeared. Not only that, it also held a medicine bottle in its paws.

Sansaro squinted her eyes and took it. The Slav stood on the table and hummed. She subconsciously tightened her knuckles and clenched the bottle in disbelief.

"You said this was sent by Voldemort?"

Why? He should not care about this kind of small wound, considering that he knew his preferences from the beginning and the weird dreams.

On the second day, Sansaro was still in an uncontrollable daze, which led to her being distracted for the first time in the Charms class.

"Sansaro? Sansaro!"

She blinked her eyes to regain her senses, and turned to look at Theodore, who was looking serious. Only then did she realize that get out of class was over, and almost all the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students in the classroom had left.

"What happened?

She quickly packed up her things and stood up, smiling relaxedly.

"Look at me, I'm distracted. Let's go."

Theodore stared at her without saying a word, and the air around him fell into silence. After a long time, he saw that Sansaro still had the faint smile on his face without speaking.

His heart dropped, he stopped asking questions, turned around coldly and left the classroom.

Sansaro looked at his back, the dark whirlpools in his pupils were like abyss, and the narrow eyes were filled with gloom.

When they were leaving, Harry and the other two happened to walk in. Theodore glanced at them contemptuously and then passed them by. The savior, who was deeply confused, could clearly feel the low pressure on him.

"Sansaro!" The three of them greeted her.

"Hello," Sansaro cheered up and waved to a few people.

"What happened? Did you just have a fight?" Harry came over and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"This is Sansaro's private matter! But are you okay?" Hermione interrupted Harry with disapproval and looked at herself with concern.

"Don't be so nervous, Harry is just asking." Ron's retort successfully earned Hermione's eyes roll, "And that person just now was indeed annoying enough."

Sansaro didn't say much. She raised the corners of her pale, straight mouth and asked lightly, "I'm okay. Did you come here specifically to see me? As far as I know, Gryffindor's next class shouldn't be in here."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Hermione raised her hand and slapped her forehead and said excitedly, "We found out who Nico Flamel is."

"Oh?" Sansaro raised his slender eyebrows and watched Hermione take out a card from her hand and hand it to her.

"Nicolas Flamel, a Frenchman, was a famous alchemist in the 14th century. His most famous contribution is said to have created the alchemist's magic stone, the Philosopher's Stone, and used it to successfully turn mercury into of gold. Therefore, he is also regarded as the ancestor of European alchemy. In addition, it is said that he and his wife can use the magic stone to live forever.

......."

"There must be the Philosopher's Stone in there!" Before Hermione could finish speaking, Harry shouted with great certainty, "And we are very sure that Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ron nodded sharply, "Yes, do you remember what happened to Harry at the Quidditch match? It was Snape who did it!"

"He tried to kill me at Hogwarts"

"No, Harry, we have no evidence to prove it." Hermione's struggling voice was successfully muffled by the two of them, and she showed a helpless expression towards Sansaro.

Sansaro frowned slightly, interrupted the two of them, shook his head and said

"But you have no evidence to confirm that it must be Professor Snape"

"Come on, he is your dean, you must be partial to him," Harry frowned and retorted unceremoniously.

"Be nice! Harry, we really don't have any evidence to prove that he is the one who wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone," Hermione stopped immediately.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Ron curled his lips and asked.

"I just said it, but you guys are too loud!" Hermione rolled her eyes again.

Ron was very supportive of Harry as a brother. He seemed to be very stubborn.

"Admit it, Harry is right. Sansaro is favoring Snape. Didn't she see how Snape targeted Harry during class?"

Hearing this, Hermione hugged her chest and snorted, "But that doesn't mean that Professor Snape just wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone."

Harry wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Sansaro, who had been watching impatiently for a while and raised his hand.

"Sorry, everyone, there is no need to come here to have a fight." The girl's pale face showed no signs of anger. She looked at the three of them and asked.

"Okay, then what are you going to do next?"

Several people looked at each other and suddenly ran out of ideas.

"We really have no evidence," Harry said stubbornly, "but I'm sure it's him."

Sansaro smacked his lips lightly and raised his eyebrows quickly, "So you're going to tell Dumbledore like this? I think it's him? Will anyone admit it?"

Looking at Harry, she patted him on the shoulder, "If what you said is really Professor Snape who wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, then you have to find evidence to prove it."

"I will find evidence." The savior slammed the table next to him with a determined expression. "I believe he will definitely reveal his flaws."

"I hope you can succeed." Her words attracted incredulous looks from Ron and Harry. Sansaro shrugged, "I don't favor anyone. If it harms Hogwarts, I think no matter who it is, Being brought to justice isn’t it?”

"Okay, sorry for talking to you like that."

Looking into the savior's wet green eyes, Sansaro smiled, "It's okay, Harry, is there anything else?"

"Oh, will you come with us to find Hagrid this Thursday afternoon? You should have heard of him."

"I know the guard of the Forbidden Forest, that big man. You and he are friends."

"Yes, I want to introduce you to him, you are also my friend." Harry's expression was very sincere when he said this.

"No problem." Upon hearing this, Sansaro immediately showed a gentle smile on his face.