HP: The Shadow Returns

She very neatly took out the badge drawn on the paper in her pocket and showed it to Theodore.

Theodore quickly covered up the flash of nostalgia in his eyes, raised his hand to take it and looked at it carefully. After a while, he shook his head.

"G? I haven't heard of it, but there is a book in my father's study that records the crests of various pureblood families. Maybe there is this."

"However, we have to wait until he comes back before we can go in."

After listening to his words, Sansaro finally calmed down a bit, and she regained the feeling of being in control. The corners of her pale mouth curled up slightly, and she whispered softly, "Don't worry, we have a long time to talk about this matter. "

He folded the note with his slender fingers and put it into his chest pocket.

"No problem, I think it won't be long."

“That’s best”

After a moment of silence, Theodore asked, "That thing you said, Sansaro"

Seeing her eyebrows raised, Theodore continued patiently to awaken Sansaro's memories, "In the library, remember, that Muggle interrupts us."

Sansaro raised her chin slightly, sliding her pale knuckles there, and suddenly remembered, she asked with a smile, "Is that the...interesting thing you're talking about?"

In fact, at the beginning, I was planning to find Theodore as a partner to facilitate the sale of my potions and other matters, but overall it was for profit.

But now, looking at Theodore who nodded, she didn't seem to need his help very much...

"Still preparing. My dear Theodore, please give me a little more time."

"it is good...."

In the afternoon, Sansaro left Nott Manor and returned to Jormungandr Manor. Dusava was not there, and the entire castle was empty again.

She was sitting on the sofa very calmly. An hour before the start of dinner, a black mist appeared in the middle of the hall, and Dusawa's figure slowly walked out of it.

There was excitement on her thin face, her snow-white skirt was stained with some mud, and her high heels were mixed with some faint blood. Her face was pale, and she bent down towards Sansaro very respectfully.

"Master, please allow me to clean up first, as it will dirty your eyes."

"It doesn't matter. I'm really happy for you. It feels a lot easier to untie the shackles." She hid in the darkness, and only the sad green light in her pupils dimmed.

"You gave me new life"

"Go ahead, I want to try something new tonight"

Dusava raised her head, her eyes curved into slits in pleasure, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was infinitely similar to Sansaro's.

"As you wish."

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The next day's Daily Prophet's front page had several eye-catching and shocking words in big words.

"A Northern Ireland Muggle family of four is suspected of being brutally murdered by a dark wizard?" 》

The article is vivid and exaggerated, like a troll holding a wand. The rhetoric is gorgeous and can influence public opinion. There is even a picture of a Death Eater in the lower left corner. Everyone can see what the meaning is.

Rita Skeeter? Sansa Rama stroked the newspaper and secretly wrote down the name.

"Master, the meal is ready"

"Um"

Putting the newspaper aside, after breakfast, she took Dusava fully armed to the largest underground black market in Dublin, Northern Ireland in the British wizarding world.

The foggy market...

The vendors here guard their stalls in a very disciplined manner. There is no loud and lively hawking, no nervous and enthusiastic solicitation for customers, only various prohibited items and clearly marked prices.

Of course, the clearly marked price is only what it seems on the surface, and it is okay as long as you discuss it with the merchant.

However, these superficial security are all based on the management of the powerful Black Rabbit Party. Similarly, the Black Rabbit Club is also their industry.

If there is an opportunity in the future, Sansaro still wants to get to know the managers behind it, but it is too far away to think about it now. At the right time, sometimes opportunities will come to their door.

She didn't think too much

A few minutes later, we finally arrived at the destination of our trip, a store with a very simple appearance, almost entirely made of black magnets. From the outside, there was no window.

"Regulated Slave Exchange" is followed by a small line of words ___ belongs to the Black Rabbit Group.

Sansaro walked in and found that the waiters inside were different from those in the club. Most of them were male and tall, and they kept holding the wand tightly in their hands.

Likewise, they are all wearing black suits and bunny masks on their faces.

The entire hall is very open, and there are some small tables specially designed for resting. It is very clean and tidy, but there are not many people.

"Let me take you to choose. Dear guest, all Black Rabbit's items are carefully adjusted before being put on the market."

One of the waiters raised his hand very respectfully and led Sansaro inside.

"What do you want from a slave?"

"Smarter ones, no physical work required, priority will be given to those with higher magic talents." Sansaro raised his hand to straighten his hood and said casually, "What's the general market price?"

"We generally have four levels here, a, b, c, and d. The highest level is forty gold galleons. The next level is five gold galleons less."

The waiter introduced them, and they came to a very thick-looking iron door. A cold feeling emanated from these temperatureless metals.

Before opening the door, he turned to the two of them and said, "Because the high-end category rooms will be at the back, I will take you two to look at the D category first."

Sansaro raised his face, which was wearing a dark mask that only showed his eyes, and said calmly, "Let's get started."

As the door was slowly opened, he looked across the two-meter walkway to the entire room.

There were iron cages on both sides, and people with no dignity like livestock were locked in them. They were curled up, their eyes were dull and dim, and their hair was messy.

They were also branded with the Black Rabbit slave brand, indicating their shady status.

There was strange liquid remaining on the ground, the environment was messy, mosquitoes and flies were everywhere, and then a strange smell entered Sansaro's nasal cavity, and she frowned in disgust.

Dusava quickly used a shielding spell to cover her and Sansaro in front of her.

"Sorry, I forgot to remind you two that the environment here is a bit harsh." He turned around and said apologetically.

"Nothing, keep going."

Sansaro waved her hand patiently.

"As you can see, here is..."

There are no good products in category D, the lowest level. In order to save time, Sansaro asked the waiter to take them to category C.

After passing a long dark corridor, the next room was obviously much cleaner, but that was all. Their spirits were still very bad.

However, Sansaro still took a fancy to a pair of werewolf siblings hugging each other and shivering in the corner, with the extremely obvious slave mark covering their necks.

"They were shipped from Bolivia a month ago. They are good-looking, but the male has lost one eye. He is twelve years old, has sub-healthy body, and unknown magical talent. The only drawback is that they are uncontrollable werewolves."

"For this reason, they are tied together for trading."

The three of them stood naked in front of the cage and looked at them. The girl inside had been making a protective gesture the moment she saw the attendant walking in.

She blocked the younger boy, who looked extremely mentally ill and listless, behind her.

Sansaro's green eyes stared at the two of them. She was not the Virgin's heart, so how could she have such a thing? She had a guess in her mind.

With this mentality, she didn't hesitate for long, turned to the attendant and said

"them"

"Okay" he said and took the wand to knock out the two little werewolves.