HP: The Shadow Returns

In this way, Sansaro successfully became a Death Eater reserve.

During the conversation, she found that negotiating terms with Voldemort was much easier than she imagined. He seemed to be a relatively casual person, but his hidden desire for control was terrifying.

At his request, there is nothing he needs to do so far. On Saturday night, he will take himself to a place to learn black magic.

When Sansaro walked back, his hand was still in his pocket tightly holding the tangerine that Quirrell handed him.

She didn't know why.

She only felt that this was inextricably related to the gaffe she had just made in the office and the inexplicable sadness. It was already past dinner time when she absentmindedly returned to the Slytherin lounge.

Sansaro shouted the password in a daze. Did she have been with Voldemort for so long without knowing it?

As soon as he entered, he could feel the extremely depressed atmosphere in the lounge, which was also mixed with Marcus's scolding. Sansaro knew that they must have lost the Quidditch match without even thinking about it.

"Myers! How come you couldn't even stop those two fatal balls in the second half!"

"Terence! You're a fourth grader! You couldn't even snatch the Golden Snitch from a first grade kid! And you even let him eat it in his mouth!"

"..."

Immersed in the pain of failure, no one noticed Sansaro's arrival. She went back to the dormitory without saying anything. She ignored the looks in Pansy and Daphne's eyes, and without a superficial "greeting" with them, she just dumped all her energy. Sitting on the bed.

Pansy and Daphne looked at each other, but they were very wise and didn't say anything.

After being in a daze for a while, Sansaluo fiddled with her pocket and took out the plump tangerine. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly peeled it open. The attractive and bright flesh was wrapped in strands of white silk.

She took off a piece and put it into her mouth without much hesitation. The unexpected sourness burst out in her mouth like a torrent, mixed with the bitter taste and invaded every inch of her mouth.

This made Sansaro's feeling of familiarity grow stronger. She lowered her eyes and stared at the air with an expressionless face. Unknowingly, she had eaten an entire tangerine.

As the dryness that lingered in her mouth slowly flowed into her heart, Sansaro used magic power to pull down the bed curtains and lay down gently on the bed.

Three green pythons poked their heads out from the quilt and rested on Sansaro's thin body. The Slav nestled beside her head, with a bone lying on its furry wings.

At night, Sansaro had a very rare dream.

She felt someone holding her hand and walking along a deserted beach. Her ears were filled with the sound of waves hitting the rocks. The other person's cold hands were full of warmth. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could clearly feel that the other person was smiling. of.

Feelings of pleasure seem to be everywhere.

Then his vision went dark, and the screen turned. Along with the high temperature and scorching pain, he was tied to the cross again, and his whole body was covered in blazing flames. For a moment, despair and fear filled his heart.

Sansaro was trembling all over and wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make any sound.

At the end of the dream, through the distorted air and the flames ignited on her body, she saw a group of laughing children and a woman in a black dress.

They looked at themselves proudly, watching themselves being swallowed up by the flames until they turned into ashes.

Sansaro suddenly struggled awake on the bed, her dark green pupils shrinking violently to almost a small point, and the faint waves of the black lake shone through the glass on her almost pale face.

Breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell, Sansaro struggled to support her body with her arms and slowly stood up. Looking at the darkness outside, she subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall.

It was just three o'clock in the morning... Pansy and Daphne on the other side were still immersed in their dreams and murmuring.

Sansaro withdrew his gaze and brushed the sweat from his forehead. His thin body leaned against the bedside, and the scene in his dream seemed to be still vivid in his mind.

She raised her hand and turned it around to observe. The too real burning sensation of the flame seemed to still be there. She slowly lowered her arm. Sansaro trapped herself in the center of the three snakes. She let her mind wander and stared at the carvings on the ceiling. She was very It’s rare to dream, especially such a real dream...

The irritability that followed made Sansaro's sleepiness disappear completely, which also caused her to not be in good spirits all day long. However, since Sansaro always looked sick, almost no one figure it out.

Apart from

"Why do I feel that you are not energetic today?"

Sansaro's stirring of the cauldron slowed down, and she raised her eyes and quickly glanced at Snape, who had been giving Harry Potter trouble on the podium, and then looked sideways at Theodore, who had been sizing him up, and said casually.

"Really? Maybe it's because I didn't sleep last night, okay?"

Theodore stared at her for a while, then continued to lower his head and mix the narcissus root powder. After a while, he continued, "I heard that yesterday afternoon, Quirrell asked you to go to his office."

"Yes, because of my Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis." Sansaro raised his eyelids and took the material he handed over with a slight question, "Who told you?"

Theodore was silent for a while. "I saw it when I came out of the library." He paused. "Quirrell looked a little different at that time, didn't he?"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Sansaro slowly threw the materials into the crucible without moving her head. She stared at Theodore. Her eyes and tone were a bit calm and scary.

"No different, Theodore, he's always been like that."

Within a few seconds, Sansaro's signature smile appeared on his face again, "We might as well focus on other meaningful things."

On the contrary, this made Theodore, who knew Sansaro's character, confirm Quirrell's weirdness. He had doubts in his heart, but he was wise enough not to ask now.

The two of them were still the fastest to prepare the potion. Snape was extremely satisfied and gave them 15 points before letting them leave the classroom.

The two of them were walking in the corridor and could see other houses training on the Quidditch field in the distance. It happened that the Hufflepuff team came towards them at this time and seemed to be preparing to walk to the field.

Charlotte held Cedric in her arms with great enthusiasm and greeted the two of them.

"Hi! Sansaro! Aren't you going to class?"

"Hello, Charlotte, Cedric, this is our dean's Potions class. Theodore and I were the fastest to finish it."

"Theodore? Your new friend?"

Cedric's face stiffened for a moment while holding the broom in his hand, but he quickly returned to his usual gentle look.

"We have known each other for a long time." Sansaro turned around and introduced the two of them to Theodore with a smile.

"My friends, Cedric Diggory and Sharlo Cashan"

Witnessing how quickly a smile appeared on Sansaro's face, Theodore saw that the two of them were not Muggles, and nodded towards them calmly.

"Nott, Theodore Nott"

In line with the mentality of all Slytherins except Sansaro, Sansaro and Cedric were very generous and didn't care.

"Hello, Cedric Diggory"

"Charlotte Kessenhan"

Somehow, before Shalo left, he suddenly expressed regret that the Slytherin team had failed, mixed with gloating. He seemed to have forgotten that the two people in front of him were also from Slytherin.

Both of them subconsciously felt the provocation. Theodore's expression turned cold instantly. Cedric, who immediately realized that his friend had said something wrong, immediately pulled Shalo away.

When they completely disappeared from sight, the expression on Sansaro's face gradually returned to calm.

"The Quidditch team is just a bunch of rubbish." Theodore's blue eyes were full of rebuke, and his tone was cold. "Let other teams win the championship, and all your efforts this semester will be wasted."

Sansaro knew what he meant. After all, she had accumulated more than half of Slytherin's points. If Slytherin won the Academy Cup at the end of the semester, she would definitely have the greatest contribution.

But the Golden Snitch's 150 points is undoubtedly the easiest thing to tip the balance.