HP: The Shadow Returns

"Draco, can you do something?!"

Daphne never thought that her future brother-in-law would be so timid. She had already knocked out two Order members who tried to resist desperately.

The other party was still trembling nervously like a child. Even the spells he cast were distorted, and he was not told to kill anyone.

Really...

However, the hand holding the wand tightly also shows that Daphne's heart is far from as calm as she appears, but she is the future head of the Greengrass family——

It was different from the friendship between Draco's father and Voldemort. Even if it wasn't a good friendship, she was the only one here. Greengrass wanted to survive better in the cracks.

As well as Astoria being able to rely on the Malfoy family in the future, she has no choice but to take the initiative.

Draco hid behind the stone pillar, with no trace of blood on his pale face. He pursed his lips and glanced at Daphne, who was leaning against the wall, her smart suit stained with ashes.

The dust was flying one after another, and she looked solemn. It was obvious that the little girl who only used to dress up to attract boys' attention was no longer what she used to be.

Hydra's green robes swung out from behind them, and the black mist that poured out instantly covered the entire space, but soon one of the members was shot dead by a silent spell without noticing.

Daphne's tall blond head twisted quickly. It was the mother of those Weasleys. Her blue pupils shrank violently, and she escaped the opponent's spell in a flash.

Draco was shocked

"Daphne? Are you okay?"

Clenching her white teeth, her ever-increasing heartbeat sounded like bursts of thunder in her ears. Death passed by her, and a trace of sternness appeared on Daphne's face.

"certainly--"

She saw the right moment, and when several Hydra members around her attracted the attention of the Order members, she slipped out with her right foot, stepped on the ground and then stood up.

The tip of the staff condenses unprecedented power, and a quiet green spreads from the pattern.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, the evil light illuminated Draco's pale face next to her. Daphne stood on the ground to steady her figure, and the resistance of the Order of the Phoenix weakened instantly.

Her death curse hit

And hit

It was Molly Weasley who fell to the ground without a sound.

In a hurry, Blaise saw this scene when he first came over. Hydra, who had the upper hand, instantly stirred up the black mist and pounced on them like a beast, capturing all the people in the Order of the Phoenix alive.

And Daphne's slender figure stood there, reaching out to wipe the dust from her face, her firm suit and movements.

The strings in Blaise's mind suddenly tightened, and her figure was overlapped with Huerta's unconsciously.

"Leave it to us"

The smiling werewolf siblings slowly walked out of the darkness. Leta Schaff and Crowley Schaff were wearing neat little dresses. Their mouths and fingertips were stained with inconspicuous blood stains.

Daphne turned her face sideways, drifted towards Blaise with slightly unfocused eyes, and then opened her mouth and asked in an overly calm tone with a cold tone.

"Who else hasn't been caught?"

Crowley looked at his shining eyes, fiddled with the scarlet bow on his collar, grinned and said, revealing the two canine teeth at the corner of his mouth.

"Someone took the two twins away, but the patrolling Long, Yeqi and other guards did not see them outside. Those people are definitely still in the castle."

Rita took over her brother's words and narrowed her vertical pupils in pleasure.

"Looking at the traces, it seems that we have reached the conference room on the third floor."

"I'll deal with it"

Daphne didn't say anything nonsense, stepped on the cold marble floor, walked into the black mist with sharp steps, and disappeared from the scene instantly.

Blaise and Draco glanced at each other at the scene, and soon, they looked away from each other in a tacit understanding.

Brace lowered his eyebrows and left here with a very complicated mood.

Dark cumulus clouds floated above Gunter Castle. They stacked on top of each other and surged to form a huge whirlpool, rolling in overwhelmingly as if symbolizing a silent sentence.

Nagini's thick figure kept swimming in the vast grassland of the castle's back garden, passing by Snape's body lying on the ground, gradually losing its warmth.

One after another, they pressed through the thick grass, slowly approaching Harry Potter who was injured by Virta in front.

He gritted his teeth and stopped escaping. Snape's death and his companions who were still imprisoned in the castle made the fire in Harry's heart pick up a firewood called anger and burn brightly.

Voldemort walked carelessly, stepping on the motionless head with messy long hair with his foggy leather soles.

Snape's usually dark and neat black robes were now in disarray, and his furrowed face was filled with hollows and traces of imperceptible shock.

"My once faithful servant - you have failed me terribly."

He had a cold look on his face when he said this.

Then those hungry dark green plants clung to Snape's deathly pale face, and their tiny branches slowly enveloped and absorbed him.

Virta glanced at the soul deer that flew out of his body, and it headed straight towards Harry who was stumbling.

He stood in front of Harry like a patron saint, looking straight at the people approaching.

"Snape cares about you, doesn't he? It's really interesting. He hated you so much before, but now he is willing to die to protect you."

The woman's cold yet smiling voice was pervasive, and she stood under the clouds in a robe, feeling strange and suffocatingly beautiful.

Harry didn't care anymore. He clenched his wand tightly, and the messy hair on his forehead was blown up. Snape's death made his veins bulge uncontrollably.

The broken emotions spread like ink spilled on the ground.

"Sangaro, you will never become a great wizard like Dumbledore or Snape!"

Sansaro

It’s been a long time since I heard this name again

The giant dragon hovering in the sky flapped its wings and caused waves of wind, and its high-pitched roar shook people's hearts.

However, Virta didn't seem to be troubled by his words. A sharp smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows stretched, and his words were full of indifference.

"A great wizard? Of course I don't deny that Dumbledore is a great wizard. His portrait will be hung on the wall in memory, and everyone will praise his greatness."

She elegantly took out the wand and gently stroked the wand with her slender fingertips.

"Yes, that's what a dead person deserves, but as for Snape -"

Voldemort sneered.

Then Nagini circled her body and swallowed him bit by bit in front of Harry's dizzy face in an extremely terrifying gesture.

The black robe as dark as a bat disappeared under the snake's throat as dark as the abyss.

"No!"

Seeing Voldemort gently holding onto Virta's shoulders, the close look of the two leaning together made Harry's pupils shrink suddenly behind the shattered spectacle frames, and he suddenly remembered the scene shown in the strange mirror.

Blood, corpses...

And now

It seems everything is coming true as expected

Dusava, who killed Snape, had been standing not far away from the side. She had been silent and let go of the mist raven in her hand.

Say it with a smile at the right time

"Master, except for Molly Weasley and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix who were killed by Miss Daphne, the rest have been escorted to the front hall. Master Nott is waiting for you to go back and judge them."

Aunt Molly? !