HP: The Shadow Returns

Wearing a messy dress, Narcissa was extremely panicked. When she opened the door, the first thing she saw was a golden python with wings surrounding Draco, and her son was so frightened that he sat on the python without even daring to move. On the body.

"Draco!"

Almost everyone was frightened and hid in the corner, including Pansy and Goyle. Except for Sansaro, who was tightly held by Theodore, they stood quietly next to the giant python.

But no one is paying attention to them now.

"Mom..." Draco called Narcissa softly with a trembling voice. He had no idea how this huge and dangerous creature appeared. The light made him unable to see anything clearly.

But it seems that it has no hostility towards itself.

"Hiss!" The moment the giant python saw Narcissa, it raised its glowing golden wings and roared at her like a low warning.

"Narcissa!" Lucius gasped, "Is it the Golden Quetzalcoatl?!"

His appearance broke the deadlock, because the man directly raised his wand, and feeling the threat, the feathered serpent flapped its huge wings and flew directly into the sky.

A wave of wind and waves was stirred up all around, and Draco, directly below it, was blown by the strong wind and could only squint his eyes.

Sansaro had already cast a shielding spell on himself and Theodore, so it had no effect on them.

"No!" Narcissa stopped her husband with quick eyes and hands. "You will anger it! Draco is still there, he will be hurt!"

But it seemed a little late. The golden feathered serpent hit by the curse was unharmed. Its green eyes flashed fiercely, and it had already prepared an attack posture. It opened its mouth full of fangs and leaned down from high altitude. The couple attacked.

"Sansaro, you must know how to stop it!" Draco was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he looked at Sansaro in confusion.

"I can't stop it, Draco, summon its golden armor on your body." The girl pointed at him, Draco lowered his head subconsciously, and the blue and purple uniform on his body had turned into a Wearing golden soft armor.

Seeing the ferocious feathered serpent getting closer and closer to his parents, Draco yelled regardless.

"Stop!"

Lucius stood in front of Narcissa. He even saw the clear lines of golden feathers on the feathered serpent, as well as the golden scales mixed in, which even reflected his horrified expression.

The feathered snake froze on the spot for a moment, and a pair of huge wings seemed to be stagnant in mid-air. Draco gasped for air. Seeing that his words were useful, he immediately gave a trembling order.

"leave here"

After receiving the order, it flapped its wings and slowly rose into the air. The huge and graceful body did not last long, and there was another dazzling sunlight. A few seconds later, the giant snake turned into a shadow and disappeared into the room, leaving only The place was in a mess.

Narcissa hurriedly ran up to check on Draco's condition. She squatted down anxiously, "Are you injured? Tell me quickly, Draco. Is there anything else that feels wrong?"

"No, Mom, I feel very good now." Draco subconsciously held his mother's hand, his pale face still devoid of blood.

"Who gave you this soft armor?" Lucius asked his attendants to calm down the frightened little noble wizards, then stepped forward and asked extremely sternly.

Draco looked up at his cold-faced father, his pale lips trembling, and gradually he shifted his gaze to Sansaro.

Now everyone's eyes fell on the girl, and part of them on Theodore, who had been holding her in his arms. They were close to each other and seemed not to be affected at all.

Sansaro was wearing a black dress like a vampire in the dark night. With a heart-stirring smile on her ordinary face, she slowly spoke under the shower of many frightened eyes.

"Happy birthday, Draco"

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It was already dusk when Sansaro returned to the manor, and the bloody sunset covered the entire sky, like endless blood.

In the tall and solemn black hall of the castle, the magic stone rotates slowly. Its energy has begun to seep into the ground, gradually covering the entire manor. The continuous vitality makes the black thorns become more shiny and sharp.

Those lush flowers are even more beautiful, and the fragrance they exude makes it easy to ignore their danger.

"Master, your hot tea"

In the living room upstairs, Dusawa, dressed in white gauze uniform, gently put the freshly brewed black tea on the coffee table.

"Come and squeeze my legs," Sansaro said, leaning on his arms and lying on the sofa with his eyes narrowed.

"Yes"

Dusava seemed very happy to be able to contact Sansaro. She knelt on the ground and stretched out her hand nervously. The strength was just right. Sansaro closed her eyes comfortably and asked casually.

"What did you learn today?"

"Some basic spells, cleansing spells and..."

While Dusava was speaking, Sansaro's thoughts drifted back to the banquet. At that time, the elder Malfoy was really shocked at how he could get such a precious thing.

But he was surprised and smart enough not to publicize it, but to keep it a secret.

That is the legendary feathered serpent's golden soft armor. It can summon the powerful golden feathered serpent for its own use, but there is a time limit.

And those feathered serpents aren't real either.

But even a shadow is far more powerful than imagined, because their power is not illusory.

As for why Sansaro still despises this thing, if it is not real, it is of little use to her.

"You are welcome to come to Draco often. You will always be Malfoy's distinguished guest."

Finally, Narcissa happily said this to her. There was no doubt that everything about her became more mysterious at this moment.

However, only mystery can make people unpredictable, right?

Moreover, it seemed that Draco was more interested in herself. Although that was not her intention, he was very satisfied with the gift, but it seemed that the soft armor was taken away by his father later.

After thinking about it, waves of drowsiness gradually appeared in her mind. Sansaro slowly sat up. Her faint eyes looked at Dusava who was kneeling on the ground and looked nervous, thinking that she had done something wrong.

after a moment of silence

Sansaro raised her hand and gently touched the other person's thin cheek. She raised the corners of her mouth and praised in a low voice.

"You did well, Dusava."

Dusava froze in place, as if she couldn't believe it. She opened her eyes wide, living in the extremely cold darkness. This was the first time she heard someone praise her, and for a moment, an inexplicable feeling filled her heart.

She looked up and stared at that extraordinary and beautiful face

"Really? Did I satisfy you?"

"certainly"

Sansaro and Waterfall's long hair hangs lazily around their waists, and their smiles and brows are extremely gentle under the gentle light.

She leaned over and gently inserted her slender fingers into the black hair, stroking it like a Slav.

Dusava felt as if she was in heaven for a moment. She tilted her head and leaned against the girl's hand. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in it, enjoying the touch from Sansaro.

It seemed like the tenderness from her was simply the best reward in the world.

"Can I lie on your lap?"

Hearing this, Sansaro stroked the girl's hair, and after a moment she said, "Okay."

Dusava looked very excited at the moment. Her body was leaning against the sofa like a boneless body, lying sideways on the girl's slender legs, her cheeks flushed, greedily feeling the aroma of Sansaro's body.

The thought kept popping up in her mind, if only it would be like this forever... always following her.

Sansa Rama rubbed the girl's snow-white neck, and she smiled, like a seductive giant snake, devouring willing hearts one after another, and beguiling them to continuously offer everything to her.

"Do you want to help me more and have more power?"

"Of course, Master"

Sansaro stopped what he was doing, and raised the corners of his straight mouth, revealing a few white teeth. As the black mist moved, Dusawa on his legs suddenly felt something penetrate his body through his skin, and he endured it. He couldn't help but make a painful groan.

Her thin gray-pink lips moved slightly, her pupils shone in the darkness, and she kept whispering, "It will be fine soon..."