HP: The Shadow Returns

Cedric's breath was stagnant upon hearing this, and he didn't notice Theodore raising his hand to take out Sansaro's suitcase behind him and handing it to him.

Theodore frowned and was about to say something when Sansaro interrupted him gently and took the luggage.

"I'll take it myself, thank you, Theodore"

"Draco, see you the day after tomorrow. Goodbye Mr. Malfoy, Madam, and Mr. Nott. Please be careful on the road."

By the time he reacted, Sansaro had already said a perfect goodbye to them.

"What's wrong? Aren't you leaving?" She tugged on Cedric's sleeve with a smile on her face, as if nothing happened.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

"No, give me the luggage."

"I can do it myself"

The two walked outside the station, passed through the wall, and arrived at King's Cross Station.

Cedric's bright eyes were full of hesitation at this moment, and he could only utter one word for a long time.

"I...."

"Huh?" Sansaro looked at the way he was hesitant to speak. He didn't ask too much, but said, "Where's Uncle Diggory? I didn't see him."

Disappointment flashed across his face, and he cheered up and said, "There is something going on at the Ministry of Magic today. Dad can't come. We have to go back by ourselves."

"Is this so...Uncle is really working hard?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the Slav's figure appeared on the suitcase with a shadow, and she cooed at Sansaro.

"I know, thank you for your hard work." Sansaro lowered his eyes and touched her head. It turns out that a reward has been issued on the black market. At 30 million gold galleons, the magic stone is really in demand.

"What happened?" Cedric asked concerned.

"The Slav didn't catch the train because she was too playful, so she was a little angry," Sansaro explained with a smile.

Cedric gave a dry and forced smile, which was obviously stretched out. "What gift are you going to give Malfoy?"

"I don't know." She looked at the sky and asked, "Do you have any recommendations?"

He refused bluntly, "Sorry, I don't know his preferences very well."

Sansaro looked at him, with visible disappointment on his handsome face, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask you this question. I forgot that you don't like them. "

"I don't dislike them," Cedric explained hurriedly, but after thinking for a while, he realized that he was indeed, as the girl said, finding excuses to hate others in his heart because of some personal issues.

This is wrong. Even if he corrects it, "It's just because of their family background..."

"It's not very open, is it?" Sansaro chuckled, "Cedric, you have to understand that if they have power and money, no one cares whether they are open or not, they will all cling to them with all their strength."

"What's more," she stared at the boy with extremely dark eyes, "Cedric, Voldemort, is dead. Everyone is eager to get rid of him, and they are no exception."

His face turned pale and he looked around subconsciously. The fear this name gave people seemed to be rooted in his heart forever.

"Sansaro, I just hope you will be well," Cedric muttered, lowering his head and looking at the stones on the road.

Sansaluo suddenly took his hand and looked at him staring at her blankly, with a soft smile on her pale face.

"Of course I will be fine and keep doing this."

"You too, Cedric"

Feeling the cool temperature in the palm of his hand, he seemed to sweep away the haze, the corners of his mouth curved in a relaxed manner, and he nodded solemnly.

"Of course, then at the banquet, why were you so..."

Sansaro clasped his fingers, looked into Cedric's bright eyes, and asked slowly, "Do you think we are very radical?"

He looked at the girl in silence. Sansaro's eyes were lightly red, and his cold, dark eyes did not blink.

"The Academy Cup should belong to me and Slytherin, but due to some human accidents." She let go and brushed Cedric's collar.

"In Gryffindor's hands"

The young man pursed his lips and said, "Is it related to Principal Dumbledore?"

"Who knows?" Sansaro sneered naturally and walked forward casually.

This expression reminded Cedric of Theodore and the others. His restless and worried eyes secretly fell on the girl's thin back. She looked more and more like those people.

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In Malfoy Manor, the couple and Draco chatted around the coffee table, and the house elf brought some snacks and tea from time to time.

Narcissa asked with an extremely gentle smile, "Draco, that Miss Narcissa seems to be very popular."

Draco sat on the sofa and leisurely played with the mini broom he bought for more than twenty gold galleons and nodded.

"She can talk to everyone and is a friend of Harry Potter, the savior."

He was obviously gritting his teeth when he said this, but he soon laughed out loud, "But she doesn't really regard them as friends, it's just that they seem to be very close friends on the surface."

Lucius Malfoy quickly understood what kind of person Sansaro was, and he and his wife looked at each other.

The difficulty was reflected in their eyes, and Narcissa asked casually.

"Theodore, they look very close"

Draco's expression suddenly dropped when he heard this, and he let out a depressed sigh.

"The two of them often study those potions and spells together." What he didn't say was that he had been thinking of ways to join.

Narcissa understood everything when she saw her son's appearance. She didn't expect Draco to have unrequited love, but looking at the girl's ordinary appearance...

"She killed the troll alone, Draco" Lucius looked at him with cold gray-blue eyes.

"Sansaro is so strong that she turned the badge on Foley's chest into a snake without using a wand or even speaking a word, and no one noticed at the time."

After hearing these words, the couple's eyes flashed shrewdly at the same time.

Narcissa leaned over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dear Draco, I think you should ask that lady where she lives now, don't you?"

Draco suddenly became happy. He stood up from the sofa with a smile on his face, "Okay, then I'll go ask her now."

"Draco, be careful." Lucius's cool voice called him back to his senses. Draco suppressed the excitement in his heart and stood obediently.

"Okay, Father"

.....

On the other hand, Theodore followed his father back to Knott's old house in silence, and the two of them said nothing along the way.

The relationship between father and son is only quiet.

They stood in the living room and looked at each other. Theodore, who was always smart, realized that his father had something to say to him. After a while, Old Nott held on to his cane and spoke very slowly.

"That girl... doesn't look like an ordinary mixed race."

Theodore looked up at the deep ravines and wrinkles on his father's face, which undoubtedly indicated his age and haggardness. Since that man disappeared, his father had put in a lot of effort to keep the Knott family in such a position. .

He has always known that soon, he will take over the family, and all the important responsibilities will fall on his shoulders, and his father hopes that he can find a wife from a pure-blood family as much as possible.

To better support yourself.

"I don't know her bloodline, but to be sorted into Slytherin, Sansaro must not have a simple bloodline."