HP: The Shadow Returns

She received a letter from Theodore that night. Sansaro just opened it, glanced at it, and threw it aside.

(Thank you for the owl)

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Maybe she liked Theodore a little bit, but that was only when everything was under her control.

Sansaro didn't find that he was getting closer to Tom Riddle's character, whether it was paranoia, irritability, indifference to other people, or superficial disguise.

All these things deepened the growing blood relationship between them.

The ancient magic class that I was interested in didn't start until the third day. Hermione Granger also signed up for this class. As soon as she saw Sansaro here, she happily came over and sat down together.

"What a coincidence. Have you studied this lesson thoroughly?"

"How could that be?" Sansaro opened the book and smiled, "The teacher hasn't come yet, Hermione, I'm not that magical either."

"In my mind, you are the magical one." Hermione shrugged and complained to her, "You don't know how crazy the teacher in the Divination class is. To be honest, I regret signing up for that class."

"Oh? I signed up for that class too."

"Oh my God, it seems you have no regrets, Sybill Trelawney, she actually predicted that Harry would die? It's unreasonable," Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"Trelawny? I heard that a great fortune teller came from this family." Sansaro raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Who knows?" Hermione smacked her lips. She felt a cold gaze coming towards her and turned to look.

Nott? Why is he behind?

Theodore was still several rows away from them, but his faint gaze was always here.

Hermione ignored him, but when get out of class was over, his figure was the first to disappear.

Sansaro naturally noticed it. She didn't say anything or express anything, but in fact, she was more concerned about the time turner around Hermione's neck.

In fact, I applied last year, but as expected, I was not approved.

"Goodbye Sansaro"

"Goodbye, Hermione"

Looking at her back, Sansaro's eyes gradually turned cold. She was going to another class an hour ago.

"Senior Sansaro"

When she was about to leave, a childish voice sounded from behind her. She turned her head and found that it was a new Slytherin freshman.

The boy was obviously a little shy. "Professor Snape is looking for you."

"Now? This should be your class time, right?" Sansaro tilted his head in a very friendly manner, as if looking at one of his juniors.

"Yes..." Seeing that he was a little embarrassed, Sansaro put his palm gently on his mouth and smiled.

"Then let's go quickly. The professor doesn't like people who delay."

The two of them walked all the way to the Potions classroom in the cellar. Sansaro found that the classroom was already filled with freshmen, Slytherins, and Gryffindors.

Like a dividing line that never crosses the line, the most classic combination.

"Professor, are you looking for me?" Sansaro walked up and asked with a smile.

Snape glanced at her, motioned for her to stand aside, and then said loudly and coldly to the first-year students below with some faint pride.

"This is Sansaro Nahitan, who won the final prize of the International Potions Competition this year. As you can see, yes, she is from Slytherin and is still a third-year student."

"She even became the honorary president of the International Potion Federation. She was very successful at a young age."

Sansaro just stood nearby, stared at by pairs of envious and adoring eyes. She seemed to understand what Snape meant.

"Potions are mysterious, and not everyone can control them. I only teach those who are talented, but what is your next step?" Snape's eyes glanced at Sansaro.

"You can only look at yourselves."

"Let's start class," the man said coldly, "Your senior sister will come often to teach you experience."

"Of course, only those interested in potions."

Sansaro didn't say a word, like a beautiful and tall background version. In the following class, she acted as a teaching assistant.

Gentle and timely reminders while students were brewing potions, and dealing with cauldron trouble caused by some Gryffindor students.

Snape felt much more relaxed.

At the end of get out of class, almost everyone had a crush on this gentle and kind-hearted Slytherin senior.

"Here, here is your assistant teaching order." While waiting for the little beans to leave, Snape took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Sansaro with an expressionless face.

"But professor, I still have classes this semester." She took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully.

It says that Principal Dumbledore has agreed to this proposal....

"So I just said often, or did Miss Nashitan have cotton stuffed in her ears? Not hearing a word of what her poor old professor was saying."

Snape's face was gloomy as always, and he pointed to his desk. "There are the class schedules for the first and second years. Only come when you don't have class."

Looking at the 80 college points plus 30 gold galleons per semester on paper, Sansaro agreed.

But before leaving, she didn't expect that Snape actually gave himself a large portion of the students' homework.

The man said matter-of-factly, "As a teaching assistant, you must have a certain ability to judge right from wrong."

The following life became a lot more "fulfilling". I worked as a teaching assistant when I had time, and took classes when I didn't. In summary, I didn't have time to do anything else for a month.

But there is also an advantage. Those students are very close to her. Under the leadership of Astoria in the second grade, everyone admires Sansaro extremely.

Some bold Gryffindor students would even send her flowers every day, but the flowers she accepted would sometimes disappear inexplicably at a certain moment.

After a Potions Assistant class, Sansaro picked up the Monster Book on the podium to catch up with Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class.

"Senior, do you want to go to class?"

"This book is really strange."

Sansaro waved to them with a smile, "Yes, I look forward to seeing you next time."

When she came up from the cellar, her hands were filled with all kinds of flowers.

"Look, successful little snakes are very popular."

"Ah ha, those freshmen are really enthusiastic."

Two tall figures appeared and stopped her, the Weasley twins... Sansaro looked up at the two of them. To be honest, she didn't like to look at others like this.

"What do you want? I have to go to class."

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I never introduced myself, haha."

"George"

"Fred"

The two people laughed and pointed at themselves, but they didn't show any intention of letting Sansaro leave.

"Nice to meet you two gentlemen, but I have to say one more thing, I have to go to class." Although Sansaro was smiling, he was already a little impatient.

It's not that easy to be a teaching assistant, and I have to be distracted by the Gryffindor homework every day. I really don't know how they wrote such words that you can put a whole bezoar into the crucible.

That was the most basic knowledge of potions. Thinking of this, Sansaro couldn't help but tighten her hands holding the flowers. She even understood that Snape's mood was up and down, and was unstable.

"Oh, yes, yes, class." George squatted half-crouched, looking straight at Sansaro. "I want you to do us a favor, Potions Master."

"How about we pay you for a very simple favor?"

Sansaro was about to refuse when Hermione's voice came from the distance again.

"Hey, you two, don't bully her."

Hermione rushed over and pushed the twins away, and they fell to the ground unprepared.

"Oh! Like a fully charged one-horned rhinoceros!"

"George, I feel like my waist is broken!"

Seeing this dramatic scene, Sansaro twitched the corner of his mouth.