HP: The Shadow Returns

Ron sat on the stone sculpture of the knight with a determined expression, directing the chess pieces to move forward like a conductor.

Sansaro watched quietly from the side. She felt something was wrong. These so-called levels were a little too simple, as if they were tailor-made for these students.

To be more precise, it was as if it was customized for the three saviors. Sansaro's pale face turned cold where they didn't notice.

With Voldemort gone, there is a high probability that he will not be able to achieve his goals, and he is even more certain that Dumbledore, the great white wizard with great wisdom, might be here.

At the end of the level, Ron sacrificed his own to win the game.

He fainted and fell to the ground, and the knight beneath him shattered into pieces on the ground.

"The chessboard seemed to have restricted the magic spell just now. The magic spell I released strangely did not protect Ron." Sansaro dragged his robe and approached and looked at the unconscious Ron on the ground with a guilty expression.

"Then what should we do?" Hermione was a little panicked at this moment. "We can't leave him here alone."

Sansaro pretended to take out the wand and tried it again.

"It seems that with Ron breaking the chessboard, the spell can be used again"

The last few people discussed it and finally decided to use a floating spell to take Ron with them and move on.

They passed a room full of blood clots, which exuded a familiar and rich stench. It was a troll, but a dead troll.

"But the good news is that we don't have to face him anymore." Harry tiptoed around and patted his chest very happily.

Finally they came to a room with seven bottles of different shapes on each table, containing various potions.

"There's a note there." Hermione stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it.

"One bottle goes forward, one bottle goes back, and the rest is all poison?" Harry felt extremely worried after reading this line of words, and he glanced at the colorful bottles in front of him.

"How can you tell the difference?" he asked.

"How can you not tell the difference?" Hermione stepped forward and carefully observed each bottle of potion.

"If this bottle..."

Hermione began her reasoning, but after a while she definitely took out two bottles of potions.

She looked at the two of them, and first shook the potion in her left hand, "This bottle is for advancement."

Then he shook his right hand and said, "This bottle is for retreat."

"That is to say, we can now choose to go back to the starting point, or move forward?" Harry scratched his head.

"Then who's going to move forward and who's going to retreat?" Sansaro raised her eyelids, her thoughts starting to move.

But at this moment, many black flames suddenly erupted from the ground and blocked the wall in front of them. Her eyes darkened and her face turned pale.

Sansaro clenched his teeth secretly and stared at everything. Sure enough, he still had doubts about himself, but when did it start? Is it because you are too close to Quirrell?

still.....

"I'll go alone." Harry hesitated for a moment before making the final decision. "You guys go find the professor and don't let him run away."

"But there is no way you can be Snape's opponent!" Hermione was most afraid of Harry's impulsiveness.

Harry made up his mind to go there by himself. Sansa Luo stopped Hermione who was still trying to persuade her and said:

"Don't forget there's Ron too."

Hermione seemed to have just remembered that there was such a person. She looked at Ron, who was floating unconscious in the air with a levitation spell, and hesitated.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, I am the savior"

Harry's words made Hermione laugh. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "You must come back safely."

"certainly"

Then Hermione first gave some of the potion to Ron, and then drank some herself, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the room.

Sansaro held the remaining potion and looked at Harry with burning eyes.

"You'll come back safely, right?"

Facing those eyes that could see through almost everything, Harry no longer had the firmness he had before. He pursed his lips and said, "I will try my best."

She stepped forward to hug him with a trembling expression, and a wisp of black mist took the opportunity to escape into Harry's pocket.

"Merlin will protect you"

"Will do"

After Sansaro finished speaking, he turned around and drank the potion. Harry watched the last companion gradually disappear into the room. He encouraged himself in his heart and drank the potion.

Sansaro appeared in the empty space on the third floor. Hermione hugged Ron and blushed the moment she saw her.

"That...he hit me."

She pulled out her wand and moved Ron away. Sansaro said to Hermione, "We split into two groups. You go find the professors, and I'll take Ron to the infirmary."

Hermione suddenly remembered how dangerous Harry's situation was at this moment, and she nodded heavily.

"it is good!"

Seeing Hermione running away in a hurry, Sansaro's expressionless Ron turned around and walked slowly towards the infirmary.

Walking through the shadow-filled corridor, she lowered her eyes to feel the movement of the black air, and could clearly hear the conversation between Quirrell and Harry in her ears.

He came to the infirmary and quickly explained the situation to Madam Pomfrey. Ron was placed on the hospital bed. Sansaro sat quietly by the bed. After Mrs. Pomfrey finished the examination, she said not to worry.

"He'll wake up soon"

"Thank you, I want to look after him here for a while, is that okay?"

After receiving permission, Madam Pomfrey continued her work.

Only Ron, who was unconscious, and Sansaro, who was always paying attention to Quirrell and Harry's movements, were left in the ward.

She lowered her eyes and seemed to be distracted, but when she heard Quirrell shouting for Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket.

Sansaro's eyes instantly flashed with excitement, and when she was about to take action, as Quirrell was stopped by Harry and Voldemort turned into black smoke and fled, she suddenly felt severe pain in her head.

This strangely familiar feeling was just like it was before Naci came to Hogwarts. It was sudden and extremely violent. Sansaro subconsciously held his head, his pupils dilated, and he bent over panting.

"Uh...."

The black mist tried hard to restrain its own riot. After a while, Sansaro felt relieved, but this was nothing to her. She slowly took out the bright red translucent magic wrapped in the black mist from her pocket. stone.

Sansaro's pupils revealed a pathological excitement, and the corners of his pale mouth immediately revealed a cruel arc.

She tried hard not to laugh out loud, and hid the magic stone in the black mist with her fingers, and finally got into her body.

Sansaro sat up straight, quickly adjusted the expression on his face, and looked at Ron on the hospital bed with gentle eyes as usual.

Quietly waiting for the arrival of others.

Not long after, Dumbledore arrived here with Harry, who was also unconscious, followed by a group of professors, including Snape, who was naturally suspicious at first.

His eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he saw Sansaro was there too.

"Miss Nasitan, can you explain to me why you are not in the class where you should be, but in this place!"

"How's Ron?" But Hermione, who came in anxiously later, didn't hear Snape's cold question. She walked up quickly and asked Sansaro.

Snape, who was ignored behind him, frowned as if he had seen a ghost.

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said he is in good health and will wake up soon." Sansaro had to bend his eyes first and took out his wand to remove the dust from Hermione's body.

"Thank you, my God, it's finally over." Hermione let out a long sigh of relief with a relaxed expression.

"Sorry, Professor Snape, I shouldn't have skipped class." She humbly held her hands in front of her.

Only then did Hermione feel if there was someone behind her. She turned her head stiffly, and Snape's bitter and hateful face, as black as ink, was staring at her.