HP: The Shadow Returns

Suddenly, the black snake that was looking at each other quietly arched its body at an extremely fast speed, opened its mouth and bit into Foley's face.

Because things happened so fast, some people didn't even have time to see clearly. In an instant, the black snake that was about to have close contact with Foley instantly turned into the Slytherin badge that had long since disappeared from his chest.

"Huhu..."

After a few seconds, Foley barely reacted, holding on to the wall and gasping for air. After the disaster, he even looked at Sansaro in awe, and the Slytherin badge hanging in mid-air slowly floated back into his hand.

"Don't drop it on the ground, it will get dirty."

Sansaro took a sip from the black tea cup and spoke with a cold smile, but no one dared to speak.

It wasn't until Theodore took the lead and slowly clapped his hands, and the others followed suit, that the atmosphere at the scene warmed up again.

"What a wonderful transformation"

"Sansaro will definitely be an outstanding transfiguration master in the future."

“Absolutely wonderful!”

"..."

Each of them praised her in a non-repetitive way, and Sansaro always had a gentle smile on his face.

"Excellent"

There was humility in her words, but no one dared to look down upon this ordinary girl. The conversation continued for a long time, and Sansaro dealt with various topics and people very easily.

When the party continued to the second half, Sansaro left with the excuse of being a little sleepy, because she just looked at the time and the Dark Lord's instruction time was coming soon.

After she left, Theodore, who had long been bored, also left there.

Sansaro was looking forward to what powerful spells the legendary Dark Lord would teach her, and... her eyes darkened, thinking about her dream that night.

But there is no key message in any of it, whether it is the little boy or the woman in black, or the gloating laughter.

All too general.

She thought about it. She went back to the dormitory and used a book to create a "person" like herself and put it on the bed. She pulled down the bed curtain and covered it with a quilt. In addition, Daphne and Pansy didn't dare to come near this place. All this would be perfect. .

Tonight should be Professor Flitwick's night patrol, and he should have already started at this point, secretly asking Bone to determine Flitwick's location.

Sansaro decisively crossed the black fog mark and walked directly from the dormitory to the third floor.

In an instant, wisps of cold air surrounded her. Sansaro wrapped her body in a robe, exhaled a long string of white mist from her pale lips, and walked towards the Defense Against Dark Arts office.

Knocked twice

"Come in"

As soon as the man's cold voice fell, Sansaro pushed the door with a little force and walked in. Chilo sat on the chair and looked at the girl with a smile on her face.

"professor"

The crackling flames illuminated the man's face, and Voldemort glanced at her empty hands. "Why didn't you bring that owl with you today?"

Sansaro bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Yes, there are too many targets and it is easy to be discovered. After all, I am still a student now."

Voldemort didn't care. He glanced at Sansaro's thin chin and white and bloodless fingers, and slowly closed his eyes.

Sansaro frowned slightly. She didn't know what Voldemort meant, and her instinctive caution prevented her from asking any more questions.

As time gradually passed, the coldness on her body almost dissipated. As the warmth returned, Sansaro's condition improved a lot.

But she didn't think much about the Dark Lord. She just thought that he was a little tired today. Maybe something happened secretly these days, Sansaro guessed.

After a moment, Voldemort opened his glowing red eyes and said lightly, "Let's go."

The girl nodded and followed the man all the way to the upper level of the castle. It was obvious that she was not physically strong enough to keep up, but Sansaro gritted his teeth and followed Voldemort closely.

By the time they reached their destination on the eighth floor, Sansaro no longer had the energy to speak, but she knew where this was. Dumbledore's office was on this floor. He was so brave.

"Your physical strength is too low." Quirrell's voice reached Sansaro's ears through the cold air.

She did not deny it, covered her mouth, coughed a few times and said, "Sorry, Professor."

Poor physical strength is indeed fatal to a wizard, especially when casting spells, uncertain factors may kill her.

Voldemort said nothing more, but took her to the opposite side of a troll tapestry. Then he walked there three times, and a door appeared on the wall out of thin air.

Room of Requirement? Sansaro had heard about it, but she didn't expect it to be here. Because of Dumbledore's office, she didn't let Bone come to explore the eighth floor.

She didn't expect to miss an interesting place, but when talking about interesting places, Sansaro remembered that Fides told her about a very large snake living in the sewers of the castle.

I haven't seen it yet...

Voldemort's gaze interrupted Sansaro's thoughts. She followed the man's footsteps closely. After both of them walked in, the door disappeared and turned into a smooth and solid wall as if it had never appeared before.

The space inside was large, but there was no room for Sansaro to think about anything else, because the Dark Lord's teaching had already begun.

"Use all your strength"

Although Voldemort said this at the beginning, he was still very surprised when the green death curses flew over one after another. What was even more terrifying was that Sansaro didn't even recite it, she was all instant and silent curses——

Just kidding, if you really want to learn something from the Dark Lord, then how can you stay behind? At the very least, you should let him know that you no longer need to waste time on certain things.

After a test, Voldemort seemed to have unearthed a rare treasure called Xiu Xiu. His eyes when he looked at Sansaro were always full of madness, excitement, and light.

Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and praised without hesitation.

"Very good, very good. You are the most talented and powerful wizard I have ever seen. Your future is absolutely unlimited."

Sansaro was panting slightly, with a faint pink color on her cheeks, and the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat. She estimated that this was the most intense exercise she had done in the past year.

After some output, she found that Voldemort was indeed in an extremely weak state. Even so, he could still fight back with ease under her own control, and even make appropriate comments.

One can imagine how terrifying the Dark Lord was in his heyday.

After Sansaro had rested, they officially started the real teaching.

It must be said that Voldemort, who gradually calmed down and taught others, was indeed a very good teacher. He was so discerning that he could accurately pick out some of Sansaro's misunderstandings at a glance.

And guided her thinking to a higher level.

It is completely understandable that Sansaro felt that he had learned more in the few hours he spent with Voldemort than he had in the past eleven years.

Without much effort, she learned the new dark magic, curses.

"Is that so... It's really enlightening, Professor"

As Sansaro murmured, he raised his hand, the black hair on his cheeks flying, and a gray-white evil force flew out from the tip of the staff, shattering the puppet in front of him in an instant, and the wisps of black smoke emitted from almost being destroyed. Emerged from the corroded fragments.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up even more when he saw this scene. He actually liked this title, professor, if it weren't for Dumbledore... He sneered.

Looking at Sansaro's thin back, the joy in my heart was not only because of the power that far exceeded ordinary curses, but also because of the excitement and coldness on her pale face.

She will definitely become his most powerful assistant among the Death Eaters in the future. Of course, the premise is that he can firmly hold this uncontrollable power in his hands.

He had to take direct control after he was resurrected. A cruel red light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, but Sansaro was immersed in his new power and did not notice the man's reaction.