HP: The Shadow Returns

In the potions class with Hufflepuff in the afternoon, many people discovered that Theodore, who had been making potions with Sansaro, was not with her this time.

Not only this time, they were also not together during Potions class on Wednesday morning.

The powerful potion team seemed to have some conflicts and was disbanded? They speculated privately.

Sansaro returned to being alone as usual, but it seemed that this had no effect on her, and she still looked calm and smiling all day long.

During daily meals, the two of them still sat far away from each other. Sansaro elegantly put a small tomato into her mouth and chewed it expressionlessly. She realized that being overly smart by those around her might be the same thing. A good thing out of a bad thing.

Of course, the premise of a good thing may be

She had a stern look in her eyes, showing absolute loyalty.

...

Thursday afternoon came quickly, and Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class was the last class of the afternoon.

Sansaro asked Daphne to take her things back and waited for them at the gate of the castle early.

But after a while, people wearing three red scarves in different ways appeared in the field of vision. She raised her hand to greet the three of them.

"You finished class so early. Listening to that ghost's lecture was really torturous." Harry breathed in the free cold air around him with great relief.

"You should be more serious." The spirited Hermione stepped forward and hugged Sansaro gently. She turned around and lectured unsatisfiedly to the two people who were drowsy during class.

"Merlin" Ron, who felt deeply tortured, wrinkled his features in confusion, "Everyone is sleeping except you, okay? Why are you just talking about the two of us?"

"Okay, let's go." Harry seemed to be used to the quarrels between the two of them. He interrupted them and greeted them in a familiar manner.

The four of them followed the winding path of the castle and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Here stood a small and crude cabin. From the outside, it looked even worse than the house in the Abery Valley.

The dense and dark Forbidden Forest behind was close at hand, and the cold roar of an unknown creature came from inside. Sansaro shivered when he saw Ron.

"Hagrid? Are you there?" Harry stepped forward and patted the heavy wooden door.

"What? Why are you here?" A thick voice mixed with panic came from inside, followed by the sound of various things being knocked down.

Several people outside the door looked at each other.

With a bang, the door opened, and a huge and rough figure appeared. Hagrid was wearing coarse cloth gloves on his hands, and his eyes behind his fluffy beard were rolling.

"Um, welcome, Harry, wait, is that a Slytherin?!" Sansaro could see that the big man was startled.

"Yes, hello, I'm Sansaro Naccitan, a friend of Harry, Hermione, and Ron." A smile appeared on her pale face.

"Oh, I heard Harry talking about you, a friendly Slytherin, you can call me Hagrid"

After a brief acquaintance, Hagrid hesitated for a while, then welcomed them into the house and saw the mess on the ground.

Hermione stepped forward and picked up the fragments of a porcelain bowl, and asked in confusion, "Hagrid, what just happened? Has anyone been here?"

"Nothing!" He suddenly shouted loudly, but as if he realized it was too loud, Hagrid's voice dropped again. "Um, I mean nothing weird happened."

His weirdness was noticed by the three people.

Sansaro has been looking at this small house since he came in. Furniture made of wood, farm tools everywhere, and some strange little things are placed in the corner. The room is very small, and there is a dirty dog ​​lying on the ground. .

"It's called Fang, don't worry, it won't bite." Seeing Sansaro's gaze, Hagrid explained in a panic, "I'm sorry, I've never had a Slytherin as a guest here."

"Don't be nervous, Hagrid, just treat me like a normal person." Sansaro's soft words seemed to soothe Hagrid's emotions, and he sighed as he sat down on the rocking chair behind him.

"Oh my gosh, that's not the right time of day today."

Harry asked, "What's not appropriate?"

He was obviously hiding something, and Sansaro had noticed early on that there seemed to be something in the iron pot standing over the fire in the fireplace.

"Is it about the pot?" Sansaro's voice turned everyone's attention to the fireplace.

"What is that?" Ron was a little curious.

"It's nothing!" Hagrid's attempt to conceal himself made him feel that he couldn't keep it up, so he nodded resignedly.

"Alright alright"

The huge body stood up and walked over to take out the iron pot. The moment he put it on the table, everyone was shocked.

"This is a dragon egg! I recognize it!" Ron was particularly excited at this time. "My brother Charlie is a dragon trainer in Romania!"

"Norwegian Ridgeback..." Sansaro muttered, his pupils dilated.

Ron turned to look at her in surprise, "Yes, this is the egg of the Norwegian Ridgeback. You really know a lot."

"It's okay" she responded with a smile, but her eyes never left the dragon egg for a second.

Of course Sansaro knows, because this is the dragon egg that Voldemort exchanged from the black rabbit a few days ago.

"We can't raise dragons here. They need a lot of space to move around," Ron analyzed.

"Yes, I will give her as much space as possible, but this little guy still has a few days to go before hatching." Hagrid put his hands on his hips, looking very conscientious.

Sansaro rubbed her fingers under the table in a vague way. She narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing in her heart that it must be Quirrell, and it must be intentional.

Then why did he give the egg to Hagrid? Could it be that...she seemed to understand something.

The few people did not continue to pursue the blame, but just looked at the dragon egg curiously around the table.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Hagrid said to himself as he gently stroked the dragon egg with his rough hands.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, and they could clearly see that Hagrid really liked him and wanted a little dragon.

On the way back, Ron kept talking about how dangerous it was to keep a dragon.

"And it's illegal," Hermione added with a frown.

Then they sighed, but they had no choice, they couldn't bear to expose Hagrid's beautiful fantasy.

"That little dragon hasn't broken out of its shell yet. We can think of countermeasures during this period of time." Sansaro, who had been very silent all the time, suddenly spoke, which made several people enlightened.

"You're right." Harry clapped his hands hard.

"That's a good idea." Ron and Hermione nodded.

When they reached the interior of the castle, Sansaro said goodbye to them and separated. She returned to the dormitory, and the sound of Pansy and Daphne's pleasant conversation just now suddenly stopped.

"You're back" Daphne swallowed

"Yeah," she responded casually. She looked up and saw the gift box on the table. She opened it and read the signature.

(Happy birthday to your most loyal friend, Cedric)

Birthday? Sansaro looked at the exquisite snow-white dress in the box, and she thought without any hesitation that she would have forgotten it if it weren't for this gift.

Sansaro laughed at herself in her heart and put it away. After washing, she lay on the bed and sorted out today's events.

Daphne and Pansy stopped talking when they saw this.

Voldemort wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect. The three-headed dog Luwei was placed by Hagrid. The Philosopher's Stone was under the trap door.

He was probably trying to trick Hagrid on how to deal with the dog, and judging from the fact that the big man wasn't very smart, Quirrell must have succeeded.

Then when will he take action...Dumbledore should also do something...

The chaotic situation left Sansaro with no sleep at all, and the bed curtain blocked her figure and faint green eyes.

Just like that, she closed her eyes in a thought.

Next, Sansaro went to class alone, occasionally with Malfoy and his friends, although it seemed like everything was calm and peaceful recently.

But Sansaro has noticed that the storm in the dark has begun to brew.