HP: The Shadow Returns

Sansaro squinted at the way they were feeding with difficulty, and an itching mixed with pain overflowed from his throat.

"cough cough"

She covered her mouth because she was coughing a little, holding on to the wall and falling to the ground. Her eyes under the lenses were as gloomy as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

After feeding Manna, Baka and Fides came over and rubbed their heads against her cold cheeks to comfort her.

"I'm fine, cough cough cough." The girl lowered her eyes and looked at them. She raised her hand and gently touched their rough, scaly heads. A flash of green quickly flashed in her dark eyes.

After waiting for Fides and Bacca to get back into the shadows, Sansaro opened the door and walked downstairs along the creaking steps. What he saw was a mess, with various broken stools and candlesticks everywhere. yes.

The girl raised her feet to walk around the crumbs and looked at the pitiful few coins on the table, which could not even buy two pieces of bread. She had no surprise in her heart and was already used to it.

After thinking about it, she picked up the coins and put them in her pocket, then went upstairs to put on two more coats. After making sure that the glasses on her face were still there, she went out.

There are not many residents in the Abaili Valley. The valley is surrounded by tall bare trees. Occasionally, you can see a few strong elk, squirrels and other small animals. Hundreds of households are braving the smoke from their cooking stoves to cheer for this full place. It is the snow-white frost world that adds a little warmth.

Sansaro was walking in the snow wearing a coat that was several sizes too big. The cold wind easily passed through her petite body that was not warm, but the lingering silk threads and invisible black mist still kept her warm. warmth.

Some people passing by just looked at this ordinary girl and quickly looked away.

She braved the wind and snow, lowered her head and walked all the way to the door of a store with a shiny door sign (Elf Bakery)

The middle-aged and amiable boss Kena was very familiar with Sansaro. When she saw the frail girl walking in, she immediately frowned and walked forward to lead her to the warm stove.

"Why are you asked to come here alone again? Doesn't your father know that there are poachers in the valley recently? There is also the recent flu. What should you do if you are in danger? I really don't understand..."

She kept scolding Mr. Nashetan, and the disgust and reproach on her face did not hide at all.

The girl sat obediently in front of the stove in the corner. The lens on the bridge of her nose also had a thin layer of white mist due to the sudden increase in temperature, but it quickly disappeared under a burst of obscure magic.

She coughed twice more, and strange looks suddenly came from around her, with fear mixed with disgust.

Sansaro lowered her eyes in silence, looking at the energetic flames dancing in front of her. She tensed up and sat back subconsciously.

Sweating broke out on his forehead when it was heated, and he felt a familiar discomfort in his body. Sansaro regretted his impulsive decision to go out for a moment.

If you skip two meals, you won't starve to death.

Kona looked at the good girl wearing ill-fitting clothes with great pity, and ignored the disgust of other customers and hurriedly checked out and left.

She took out a wrapped toast directly from the kitchen and placed it in front of her. Seeing this, Sansaro took out a few old banknotes and cold coins from his pocket and placed them neatly on the table.

"No, this is a holiday gift. It doesn't require money." Kena said kindly, thinking not to charge the girl money, because Sansa Luo's daily life and situation are bad enough, and almost everyone around her all know.

Sansaro gently picked up the bread on the table, with a smile that was unhealthy for a long time on her pale face. "Aunt Kena, today is not a special day, I know it."

"You accept it, I'm leaving first"

Kona very skillfully took the opportunity to stuff the hot milk in her hand into the girl's pocket. Sansaro opened the door and walked out of the warm shop, walking into the dark and falling snow without looking back.

Sansaro hugged the hot bread tightly and walked along the forested path. When the hot milk in her pocket brushed against her skin, the corners of her pale mouth inadvertently curved.

As the black mist rolled, no creature dared to get close to the girl. The surrounding environment was very cold. She looked up at the snowflakes floating in the air, as if the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

"cough cough"

Walking hard step by step in the snow, some stray hairs scattered on both sides of Sansaro blocked her vision. Suddenly, a shaky man appeared in front of the girl, with an abnormal blush on his saggy cheeks. Red, smelling of alcohol.

Sansaro frowned slightly, lifted the hair on the side of her face to reveal her eyes under the lenses, adjusted her steps and planned to go around him, but things would not be solved so easily.

The dizzy man seemed to have lost his mind. The moment he saw her, he laughed wildly and stumbled up to grab the girl's clothes. Sansaro dodged to avoid it, but this action seemed to anger the man even more.

He squinted his eyes and stared at Sansaro's face, which could be said to be very ordinary, and suddenly cursed ferociously.

"You are as inconspicuous as the cow dung in the haystack, and you are still worried about what I will do to you? Let me tell you, I touch you because I care about you! Don't be ungrateful!"

The man was yelling curses and pulling on his clothes to continue to do something.

Sansaro's gloomy and terrifying eyes were firmly blocked by the darkness and the reflection of the lenses. She raised her fingers holding the bread lightly, and a sonorous and powerful voice came out from the darkness.

"Stop! Stay away from that girl!"

The interrupted Sansaro withdrew the black mist in the shadow, and the figure suddenly appeared and blocked her in front of her.

It was a boy. Sansaro raised his head and observed him secretly. The reflection in the snow reflected that his fair skin was getting brighter and brighter. From the side, he looked at the tall bridge of his nose and his shiny, curly black hair...

Sansaro stared at the back of his head, and for some reason his head suddenly felt a sharp pain as if it was being burned by fire.

"Well...."

"are you OK?"

The boy's caring and gentle voice made Sansaro sober up from that morbid mood. It seemed that she really shouldn't come out tonight. She bit her lower lip, nodded slowly, and said softly with energy.

"It's okay, thank you"

"Need not...."

"careful!"

The drunken man obviously didn't pay attention to the two of them. He picked up the bottle of wine in his hand and rushed forward while the two were talking. Sansaro pulled away from the boy in desperation and raised the bottle. White arms hidden under wide sleeves.

With a bang, before the man could figure out what happened, he flew backwards and hit the trunk of a cedar tree hard. The snow on the branches and leaves suddenly fell, quickly covering the fainted drunkard. .

Sansaro, who quickly reacted, looked at the boy aside with a slightly dangerous look, but his words in the next second made him give up the idea brewing in his mind.

"Oh my God" he exclaimed "Are you a wizard too?"

"Also?" Sansaro stopped moving his fingertips and raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, hello, my name is Cedric Diggory, and I'm studying at Hogwarts now." He looked very happy.

"Sansaro Nahitan, I just received the notice today"

"Happy 11th birthday, then you might be my school girl! I really hope you can come to the same house as me. Hufflepuff welcomes you."