HP: The Shadow Returns

Sansaro was the only one left in the extremely empty castle. The wind blowing through her side carried the coldness, sweeping over the black magic items on the wall. The corners of her pale and cold mouth curved.

It was so worth it to exchange for 900 gold galleons to this place. Although it cost me more than half of my savings, it was good to have an unexpected discount opportunity to compensate.

Sansaro dragged his long black robe and strolled on the ground of the castle. Countless black mist spread from under the robe, continuously covering and invading the holes in the wall, giving the wizards a headache when they came into contact with the goblins and vixens. That's death.

They didn't even have time to wail before their lives were harvested, and the trolls in the basement also became nourishment for this desolate land.

Suddenly, the air of death spread everywhere.

Gradually, black fog covered the entire manor.

The thorns on the outer walls swelled and became sharper and more lush. Their black patches looked like the guardians of the manor. In the invisible shadows, the thorns writhed and were deeply rooted in the ground.

“Cleaned up like new”

Sansaro stood in the center of the castle, his green eyes flashing slightly, and he released a large-scale cleaning spell. In an instant, the entire castle became very clean from the inside to the outside. The exposed silver jewelry exuded coldness everywhere. of dim light.

Magic is so convenient, she sighed in her mind.

The castle that suddenly brightened up illuminated Sansaro's pale face. She slowly showed a satisfied smile, and when she raised her head, she suddenly found a badge printed on the black curtain hanging high in the hall.

Two silver snakes coil around a large G character in the center. The crown-like top is decorated with silver-edged lines, and dark green fills the surrounding areas. As the curvature of the curtain is blown by the wind, it flutters slightly in the air. It looks exquisite and shocking.

She didn't know what kind of family this was, but her first reaction was pure blood. After all, no non-pure blood family would put the curved snake symbolizing Slytherin on their family emblem.

The manor was even named after the mythical earthly serpent.

Sansaro thought for a while and did not choose to take down the curtain. It would not have much impact anyway, and it looked pretty good hanging there.

A rustling sound came from behind, but she ignored it, because the next second Fides and Baka appeared in the field of vision. Their bellies were bulging, and they seemed very happy to be in a new environment.

"Remember Manna, she has recovered a bit recently, right?" After she asked seriously, she was already thinking about how to decorate this bargain.

However, basic facilities are available, and it does not affect food, drink, housing and transportation.

And Knockturn Alley, inside the Black Rabbit Club.

After getting the items, Quirrell was currently flipping through the book that Sansaro had just held, but as long as an item with one number was sold, items with the following numbers would immediately be queued up.

As a result, he looked at it several times and still didn't know which house Sansaro bought. He looked gloomy and looked up at the waitress wearing a black rabbit mask at the bar.

As if she sensed what Quirrell was thinking, the waitress showed a very polite smile on her rabbit mask and repeated:

"Have you made your choice? If you see something suitable, someone will take you to check it out soon."

Quirrell left without doubting nothing in the end.

In one day, Sansaro moved all his research materials, potion materials, crucibles, and other important things to the manor, including those dark magic items.

The original wooden house was mostly empty and looked cleaner. She planned to live in the manor in the future, which was far away from London and safe.

If someone comes looking for her, they can get there instantly. After all, Floo Network is as dispensable to her as Apparition.

Coped with several letters including savior.

The Christmas holiday passed, but within three days Sansaro got on the train to Hogwarts again, but this time she was taken away from Cedric by Theodore as soon as she got on the train. .

Sansaro was taken to the Slytherin compartment.

Seeing the group of people chatting with each other, she raised her eyebrows slightly and asked Theodore in a low voice, "Is this this kind of party again?"

"That's understandable," he said calmly, and sat face to face with Sansaro in a quiet corner.

"How was your Christmas?" Theodore asked, looking at her with blue eyes.

"It's not bad, just average." Sansaro saw him pushing a glass of citrus juice over to him, and took a sip from it with a smile.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome. Your relationship with Digory seems to be really good?" he asked casually.

"Well, we met before school started, and we live very close to each other." She looked out the window and said casually, not hiding anything, nor did she mean to explain more.

Theodore pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

Draco also joined their conversation on the way, but until they arrived at Hogwarts Castle, Theodore seemed very silent, except when Draco asked him, he would respond from time to time. .

At the same time, Sansaro noticed keenly that he frowned slightly when he saw Yeqi, and his eyes seemed to reveal some disgust.

Theodore could see, whose death did he witness? His mother? I heard that Mrs. Nott passed away very early...

During dinner that night, she had just greeted the three saviors not far away, but she found that Harry Potter's face was very haggard and pale.

Before Sansaro could think about anything, he received Quirrell's dark eyes from the professor's chair. He probably didn't recognize him that day and was probably testing him.

Suddenly, a figure blocked Quirrell's sight.

"Theodore?"

"Ok?"

He sat diagonally opposite and slowly ate the food on his plate, raising his eyebrows at Sansaro expressionlessly.

"nothing"

Seeing that he lowered his eyes and ignored her, Sansaro smiled and started eating. Soon the meal was over and they returned to the Slytherin lounge.

Pansy and Daphne, who were still sitting just now, took the initiative to come up and say hello.

"Good evening, everyone." Sansaro waved to them softly, "How was your Christmas?"

"very nice"

"I like your gift very much"

"nice! You love it"

After the daily exchange of greetings, Sansaro and Theodore said goodbye and returned to the dormitory. The Slav squatted at the table as if he had been waiting for a long time.

There was a small package next to her, wrapped in pure black kraft paper.

She stepped forward and picked it up and looked at it. There was no signature or address. A flash of understanding flashed in her eyes. She had not thought that Voldemort would give her a gift in return.

Unexpectedly, he opened the package and found a bottle of exquisite women's perfume. Sansaro put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Her eyes darkened, the citrus smell...

The questions that had been put aside came to mind again, and I didn't sleep very well that night.

Fortunately, there were no classes for Quirrell and Snape the next day, so they didn't need to take them so seriously. One unexpected thing was that Snape had recently pushed their make-up lessons to every Saturday night due to something. .

Maybe it's because the first Quidditch match after Christmas is also starting? With Snape as the referee, Gryffindor lost to Ravenclaw.

He couldn't escape the first grade of junior high school, nor could he escape the fifteenth grade. When Saturday came, Sansaro had to go to Voldemort alone for "make-up lessons" in the evening.

Sansaro, who usually shuttled from the dormitory to the third floor through the shadows, stood at the door with his words ready and raised his hand to button it.

"Come in"

The first thing she saw when she walked in was the dragon egg on the table. Sansaro quickly identified it. Did he go to Black Rabbit just to get a dragon egg?

what is it used for?

She quickly adjusted her gaze and calmly accepted Quirrell's gaze, with a smile on her face and said first, "Good evening, Professor, I like your Christmas gift very much."

The man leaned on the chair and stared at the girl with his fingers on his chin. After a long silence, he asked

“Where were you on Christmas Day?”