HP: The Shadow Returns

At the end of the astronomy class, when she was walking down the stairs to the third floor, she could hear the distant roar of the three-headed dog Luwei coming from inside.

The cold wind passing through the hall blew Sansaro's hair on both sides of her face, and her pale eyes slowly turned away.

If Voldemort takes action, he should wait for an opportunity... Then she lowered her eyes and left here.

Sansaro thought for a long time and finally chose the safest way. She was observing in secret, and she might do something when necessary.

"You have another girlfriend? Zabini, you are really a playboy."

As soon as Sansaro returned to the lounge, she heard Pansy teasing Zabini with her sharp voice. Malfoy and the others were still sitting around the sofa, with exquisite tea sets in front of them.

"Those girls are not smart at all" Zabini raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Who is not smart?" Sansaro's cold voice successfully attracted their attention.

She raised her hand gently, and a chair flew over from the table and landed next to the sofa. She slowly leaned over and sat down. Sansaro looked at them with a smile and relaxed eyes.

"We were just talking about Zabini's new girlfriend," Draco said, tossing the gift box in his hand and looking at her.

"She's a Ravenclaw." Daphne picked up a biscuit and took a bite. It could be seen that she was no longer so afraid of Sansa Luo, but was more subconsciously in awe.

Even when speaking, he would deliberately lower his volume.

Pansy sat the farthest away from her, her thick hair stuck to the face that was deeply dented as if it had been punched.

"It's much better than those idiots in Gryffindor," her sarcastic tone earned Draco a satisfied smile.

Pansy looked happy about this.

Zabini frowned tightly when he heard this, as if the words were an insult to him, "I never touch blood traitors! And those disgusting Muggles."

"What if they are beautiful?"

"That's definitely not the case!" Zabini said with certainty.

Daphne laughed playfully, and Draco put the gift box in his hand into his pocket. "Ha, where is Scar-head Potter's good friend, the "smart" witch Granger?"

His words obviously succeeded in disgusting Zabini. Those people soon realized that he was also Sansaro's friend. When they moved their eyes to the girl's pale, smiling and uncaring face.

Several people who usually wandered around the nobles' hypocrisy and coercion immediately understood that maybe Sansaro had not looked down on the savior and his party from the beginning, and even those so-called friends should be fake.

Draco was stunned and suddenly remembered that he had warned her to stay away from those people before. Now that he thought about it, it was inexplicably funny. His face slowly turned red as he thought about it.

"I just think you shouldn't say bad things about women in private." Sansaro's face was expressionless and her voice was unclear. After she finished speaking, she slowly took a sip of the black tea in her hand.

"No matter who they are, it's unbecoming of a pureblood to do this, isn't it?"

She spoke slowly and glanced at them with lazy eyes. Suddenly, these teenage wizards felt inexplicable pressure in their hearts.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

She looked the same as she did that day. Draco looked at Sansaro, the memories came to his mind again with a chill on his back, and he pursed his lips subconsciously.

But this time, the mood in his heart changed somewhat.

"Indeed," Draco said, crossing his legs.

"Talking about them brings us down a bit."

Sansaro looked at Draco, his gray-blue eyes seemed to say, you made a knot for me last time, this time I will pay you back.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, a faint smile appeared on her face, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became warmer.

Daphne pretended to be calm and smiled, "You're right, we should talk about something else."

The person involved, Zabini, remained silent and just looked at Sansaro silently, because just now he had some uncontrollable... fear in his heart?

What are you afraid of? Her?

Several people started chatting again, but the atmosphere was far less lively than before. Pansy looked at Draco from a distance and her eyes were on Sansaro from time to time. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists secretly.

Suddenly, the Slav flew in from outside and landed on the handle of the chair beside Sansaro.

She took the envelope from the Slav's beak, and when she opened it, there were only a few words on it.

(Tonight, it will break out of its shell. See you at the hut)

That dragon...?

"Is there a problem?"

Facing Draco's questioning voice, the paper in Sansaro's hand instantly turned into ashes, and she shook her head with a smile.

"nothing"

Time turned and it soon came to night.

After letting Daphne and Pansy fall asleep, Sansaro dressed fully and walked through the Slytherin lounge in the dark and walked out quietly.

But she didn't notice that there seemed to be a person hiding in the corner by the fireplace.

Draco was just waiting for Mrs. Malfoy's letter that had been delayed due to something, but he didn't expect that Sansaro would sneak out alone in the middle of the night.

What was she going to do? For some reason, Draco suddenly wanted to follow him.

But just when he went back to the dormitory and got dressed, Theodore, who originally didn't want to pay attention to him, heard that Draco was about to follow Sansaro after he saw him going out.

He also started to get dressed.

"Didn't you guys have a breakup?" Draco opened the door to the lounge and asked doubtfully.

"It has nothing to do with you," Theodore replied expressionlessly.

"tsk"

...

Sansaro had already arrived outside Hagrid's cabin at this time. The three of them seemed to have arrived a long time ago. They sat around the table and waved hello to Sansaro through the window.

She opened the door and walked in, and the hot mist rushed into her face. This extremely uncomfortable feeling gave Sansaro goosebumps all over her body.

"Oh, here you go, Sansaro, sit here." Hermione invited her to sit next to her.

Hagrid's back was turned to them. The iron pot containing the dragon eggs was being roasted on the fire of the fireplace, and the water inside was gurgling.

"Is it fast? Is it fast?" Ron was so excited that he almost flew up.

"Be patient and don't worry, mother will be very good to you Norbert" Hagrid said as he took the pot off the fire.

"Norbert?" Sansaro raised his eyebrows.

"That's the name Hagrid gave the dragon," said Harry, "even though we don't know if he's a boy or a girl yet."

"It's hard to tell if a baby dragon is male or female," Ron explained.

Sansaro looked at Hagrid, who was still taking care of the dragon egg. She turned to Harry and asked, "Have you found any evidence?"

"No." Harry was obviously very anxious about this topic. "Hagrid said that Snape was also involved in protecting the Sorcerer's Stone, but I think it was him. It's a feeling."

Hermione shook her head helplessly, but as the dragon eggs were placed on the table, Harry's depression was swept away.

Under the watch of these people, the dragon egg boiled in the water and exploded with a bang. A little dragon was flopping on the table, waiting for food. A few sparks could appear when he sneezed.

Hagrid's beard was set on fire. After he wiped it off, he was still smiling happily, as if he was not worried about his wooden hut at all. "Look, it knows its mother, how beautiful it is!"

Hermione was frightened by the sparks flying all over the sky and stepped back. "But it looks really dangerous."

"It's not dangerous, it's not dangerous," Hagrid retorted without any sincerity, which made several people feel helpless, but Ron was enjoying it.

"I'm most curious about what my brother Charlie does. He always brags about how difficult it is to raise a dragon. He also says they grow very fast."

Just when Hagrid was excitedly preparing to answer how fast it would grow, his face suddenly turned pale.

How many people turned around to look? Was anyone peeking? !

Sansaro squinted his eyes in confusion, and they ran out of the house. The first person the guard saw was Theodore, who was standing thinly in the dark with an indifferent expression.

"Theodore?" Sansaro stepped forward, "Was that Draco just now? Why are you here? Where have they gone?"

Before Theodore could answer, Ron shouted anxiously, "Did they follow you here? Malfoy must have reported it to the teacher, nasty Slytherin!"

His words made Theodore's eyes turn cold.

"Pure-blood traitors have no right to judge Slytherin."