HP: The Shadow Returns

Sansaro looked at all this with a smile, lowered her head and began to enjoy the hot food on the plate. She chewed slowly and elegantly.

She looked no different from these so-called aristocratic children, as if she was supposed to be here.

Zabini therefore looked at her a few more times, but halfway through the meal, Sansaro realized that Quirrell was missing from the professor's chair.

Feeling a little ominous, she narrowed her eyes and put down the knife and fork in her hand. She chatted casually with the people around her for a while, then excused herself to go to the bathroom and left the hall.

Because of the banquet, every corridor was empty and surprisingly quiet. So where would Quirrell be? She wasn't sure because the castle was so big and there were many secret rooms and secret doors that she hadn't been to.

It's a bit troublesome... Sansaro squinted his eyes, and then asked Bone to look for traces of Quirrell, while he went to the women's bathroom and turned on the faucet and started washing his hands.

After washing her hands, she looked up at the mirror expressionlessly, thinking about where Quirrell was most likely to go, but suddenly she heard a sobbing sound behind her.

"Miss Granger?"

Sansaro paused on the spot for a few seconds, turned around and asked with squinted eyes.

Hearing her voice, the sobbing in the cubicle stopped immediately. Hermione tried hard to suppress the trembling in her voice, but she could still hear the sadness.

"Um"

Sansaro took out a tissue from his pocket and passed it through the crack of the door and asked, "Are you okay?"

Hermione was a little surprised that she actually cared about him. After all, the two had no friendship except for the three-headed dog thing last time, and he unilaterally regarded her as his strong enemy.

"Thank you." Hermione hesitated for a long time before finally opening the door and taking the tissue.

Looking at Hermione with red eyes, Sansaro smiled softly and said nothing. She was waiting for the other party to speak. After all, she didn't know what was going on.

When Hermione calmed down, she breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Sansaro who kept handing her toilet paper. After venting her emotions, she blushed most of the time.

"sorry to bother you"

"It's okay." Sansaro's eyes bent slightly, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Listening to a Slytherin asking herself this, Hermione hesitated, but thought that the relationship between the other person and Weasley might be closer than her own.

Then she told Ron about her being a troublemaker without any scruples.

Sansaro seemed to be listening patiently. In a way, she looked just like Cedric now.

"Boys of this age are like this. Harsh words are as light as a feather to them."

Sansaro comforted her and patted Hermione on the shoulder, "Don't take it to heart."

"Thank you." This was the first time Hermione felt Slytherin's kindness. She couldn't help but said, "I feel like you don't look like a Slytherin sometimes."

Seeing that Sansaro was still smiling peacefully and not angry, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really? Many people have said so," Sansaro invited calmly, "Would you like to go back to the dinner party together?"

Hermione tossed the toilet paper in the trash can and nodded.

At this time, Quirrell had already rushed in and shouted "Troll! There is a troll...in the basement..." After saying that, he slumped and fainted on the ground.

All the students screamed, especially Draco. The panic on his face scared Daphne next to him.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore stood up and shouted solemnly with a loud curse, "The senior prefects took the students from each house back to the lounge safely, and the professors went to the basement."

The two people on the other side who were about to come out immediately smelled a strong stench, like smelly socks that hadn't been washed for a year and were fermented and then thrown into the toilet.

Then a very strong giant, as tall as the ceiling and wielding a wooden stick, staggered in and exuded a stinky smell.

"It's a troll!" Hermione was so frightened that she subconsciously grabbed Sansaro's arm and screamed.

The pain made her frown slightly. Thinking of the missing Quirrell, Sansaro seemed to understand something. Did he just do this? It should be to distract the professors, but why did he put it here.

The troll quickly discovered them and swept down the mirrors and wooden doors on the wall with its stick. It frantically looked for the two figures and wanted to smash them to death.

After a while, the entire bathroom was smashed to pieces, and not even a single intact area could be found.

Sansaro looked pale and pulled Hermione to flexibly avoid the troll's clumsy attacks, but there was not much time left for the two of them.

Her physical strength dropped very quickly, her calves already felt a little twitching, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Damn it, she couldn't use a spell that was too lethal or something, the traces left would be too big, and... Sansaro had a sullen face and struggled to avoid a stick with Hermione.

There is also a tow oil bottle.

"Sansaro! Hermione!" The savior's anxious voice appeared at the door, and a man with red hair also stood behind Harry.

"Merlin's old socks! The troll is here!!!" Ron squeezed his cheeks with his hands in an exaggerated expression.

The swaying giant monster was attracted by the sudden appearance of the two people. It slowly turned its clumsy head and looked back.

Panting slightly, Sansaro used the last bit of strength to run and pull Hermione, who was still in panic, to the door. When the troll saw the two of them appearing in sight, it became violent and chased them out with an angry roar and brandishing a stick.

With a bang, the door frame was shattered, and the two fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, Harry and Ron each pulled up one of them and pulled them out of the danger range.

"Ahem, cough, let's go quickly." Sansaro grabbed Harry's hand. She didn't think these three children would be the opponent of the troll.

But she seemed to have said it too late. The troll rushed over again brandishing the stick, and Harry subconsciously held on to Sansaro.

"Do something!" Hermione shouted in the confusion.

Ron stumbled for a long time and finally took out his wand and shouted loudly when the troll raised the stick above his head.

"Wingardium leviosa, Wingardium leviosa!"

The wooden stick was suspended in the air. The troll, who was not very intelligent, was swaying so much that he had no idea what was happening. Instead, he turned around and started looking for his own weapon.

Sansaro endured the twitching pain in his body, took the opportunity to draw out his wand, and yelled hoarsely at the troll, "Reducto to pieces!"

A ray of dark light quickly flew out from the center of her staff, and the giant monster was directly knocked out by this force and embedded deeply into the wall.

Both the three Harrys and the professors who came shortly after were stunned by such power.

"Merlin!" Professor McGonagall opened her mouth and looked at the giant monster trapped deep in the core of the wall in disbelief, and then looked at Sansaro who had caused such a scene.

Snape's greasy hair stuck to his dark face, and he looked very angry.

But I'm afraid Sansaro can't explain anything now, because now she is sitting on the ground holding her chest and has begun to cough violently and have throbbing pains.

Harry was at a loss to hold her up, so he could only pat her back to make Sansaro as comfortable as possible, until Snape couldn't stand it anymore and directly gave Sansaro a bottle of cough drops.

"What on earth happened!" Mag asked looking at several people extremely seriously.

Hermione, who came back to her senses, stood up without any hesitation and said, "It's me! It's my fault. I thought I defeated the troll, so I came here alone. Sansaro saved me!"

Hermione's voice became smaller and smaller, "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused everyone..."

"So," Professor McGonagall asked in disbelief, "Miss Nasitan killed the troll by herself?"