HP: The Shadow Returns

For the whole morning, Sansaro couldn't help but devote herself to the book. She also found that she might be more suitable for magic with strong attack power if she tended to analyze simple spells.

Like... black magic...

But there seems to be no specific description of black magic in these books, and some of them are just general names.

Sansaro couldn't help but feel curious.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Cedric, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly snapped his fingers. A small humanoid creature with bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball appeared. Appeared in the study room.

He bowed to Cedric and said, "Dear Master Diggory, is there anything I can tell you?"

Facing Sansaro's slightly puzzled eyes, Cedric explained, "This is a house elf. Its name is Shasha. It can satisfy almost any need of a wizard."

"Make lunch and take us to the restaurant"

Almost the next second after he finished speaking, Sansaro felt a strange distortion, and then the scenery in front of him changed.

Warm sunlight shone behind him, and a clean dining table appeared in front of him.

Have they arrived at the restaurant? Sansaro scanned the surrounding environment, and she also brought a book of complete solutions to magic spells in her hand.

"This is unexpected. Your ability to adapt to magic is really good."

Cedric sat slumped in the chair and shook his head as if he was dizzy.

"The first time I was revealed by the elf entourage, I felt as sick as if I had swallowed countless slugs."

"Really?" Sansaro, who was not affected at all, sat across from him. "Then do you need some water?"

"It's okay, it will be fine soon"

He was right. After only two minutes, Cedric returned to his usual sunny boy appearance.

He looked at the book in front of Sansaro and chuckled, "Don't work so hard. I think you can give yourself a break at the right time."

The girl slowly closed the book in front of her, revealing her pale pointed chin. Cedric couldn't help but add, "Please eat more later."

Sansaro raised his eyes and stared at him. Cedric immediately tightened his lip lines subconsciously, and changed the subject and said, "The cooking made by Sansaro is quite good."

"Thank you, Mr. Diggory..."

Seeing the boy's hesitant expression, Sansaro raised his eyebrows in confusion after thanking him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just... I think we should be friends, right?"

Sansaro looked at Cedric's probing look. There was no obvious expression on her face, but she asked slowly and expectantly.

"Do you want me to be your friend?"

Looking expectantly with those black and clear eyes, Cedric felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart and said affirmatively without any hesitation.

"I certainly hope that no one will refuse a friend as smart as you."

Sansaro's eyes changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "Okay then, Cedric"

There was joy on his face, and he chanted her name very softly.

“Sansaro”

Sansaro was in a good mood and slightly raised the corners of her lips. She suddenly glanced at the candlestick in the corner, which seemed familiar... Cedric followed her gaze.

"That's the candlestick you gave me last time. I've always kept it there. Isn't it appropriate?"

Passing the smiling face, she hummed softly.

The elf moved quickly, and during the conversation, a sumptuous meal was served on the table, with sizzling butter on the plump roast chicken, and the tempting aroma of smoked sausage and salmon on the side.

It can be said that this is the most sumptuous meal Sansaro has ever seen. She met Cedric's gentle eyes and slowly stretched out her hand to touch the cold silver knife and fork.

Then a piece of sweet salmon was put into his mouth, and Sansa Ross chewed it slowly and gracefully, as if his elegant movements and temperament were innate.

Cedric looked a little surprised.

"Have you ever been exposed to these before?" he asked curiously.

"What?" The girl slowly swallowed what was in her mouth, not quite sure what it meant.

"table manners"

"No, not really." Sansaro opened the food on the plate and looked up at him.

"All right"

Cedric put an apologetic smile on his face, picked up a glass of steaming yellow water and said to her.

"Drinking some honey is good for your throat."

"Thank you"

...

The two of them finished their meal quickly and returned to the study again. When they found an opportunity, Sansaro opened a book and asked Cedric who looked very confused.

"Why, isn't there a specific spell on black magic?"

"Uh..." Cedric rarely told her immediately, but hesitated and said.

"Black magic is something we can't access yet. It's too advanced and dangerous."

He looked at the book and seemed to be caught in some memory and whispered to Sansaro, "Also, since that man was defeated, many dark magic spells have basically been banned by the Ministry of Magic."

The girl heard something interesting. She leaned slightly closer and asked softly, "That person?"

"Well" Cedric raised his head and closed the book, as if it was something too dangerous, with a serious look on his face. "You didn't grow up in the magical world, so it's normal that you don't know."

"Many years ago, the Dark Lord..." He hesitated, as if deciding whether to say it or not. Looking at Sansaro's curious eyes, Cedric finally whispered in a lower voice.

"Mysterious Man, he is a very cruel and powerful man. His Death Eaters hate Muggle wizards very much and will capture and kill them."

Seeing him turn his attention to herself, Sansaro asked very cooperatively, "Like me?"

He nodded and warned very seriously, "They have the Dark Mark on their arms and they look very evil. If you encounter them in the future, just run as far as you can."

"But this is what I heard from my father. I was only three years old when he was defeated by Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?"

"Yes, he should be about the same age as you. Maybe he will enter Hogwarts this year. The brave Potters gave their lives for this. They are both the most respectable people."

Sansaro looked at the awed expression on Cedric's face. She didn't feel much about this heroic deed. She was just curious about how Harry Potter, who was a little baby at the time, defeated Voldemort.

Could it be that he was born with unparalleled magical power? Or... what did the Potters leave behind?

She thought about it, and opened the book in front of her, her eyes passed over the black magic on it coolly, and she said

"Thanks, Cedric, I think life at Hogwarts will be interesting, right?"

"Of course, I..."

......

They kept chatting like this, and Cedric also told Sansaro the specific location of Diagon Alley, waiting until dusk arrived.

She is ready to leave

Cedric gave Sansaro all the books he had used in the first grade, asking him not to dislike his imperfect notes.

He also gave her a sentence

"Friends can't always be rejected"

"Thanks, Cedric"

Sansaro bent her eyes and thanked her very happily. She actually didn't have that strong self-esteem.

I have long known that excessive self-esteem is of no use. What is really useful is formidable strength...

Maybe like Voldemort, but maybe not.

But who knows.

Now that I have accepted Cedric's "help" from his friends, with the remaining money, I might be able to see where black magic books are sold.

Sansaro made his own little calculation all the way. Because it was sent here by Cedric and Shasha, the journey back did not take too long.