HP: The Shadow Returns

When walking back, Sansaro kept weakly leaning on Theodore behind him. Theodore was a little dumb, but he still followed his instinct and held her body firmly without changing his expression.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, so he tried to divert his attention along the way.

Thinking about what the centaur said to Sansaro, what did it mean? Although I didn't think highly of these lowly and unworthy creatures at all, I couldn't resist the curiosity in my heart.

And that strange creature or person? The floating black robe sucked the blood of the unicorn, and he pursed his lips.

And it's not just Theodore.

Harry Potter, who was next to Hagrid, was also a little absent-minded, because he was thinking about the centaur Fezeron's words, and every word in those words hinted at the man who sucked the blood of unicorns.

It's the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

He wanted to be resurrected, he wanted to be alive, and there was… in the castle.

Magic stone? !

As he was walking, he suddenly realized that Voldemort had been in the school and wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone? !

Harry felt as if he had discovered a shocking secret.

When they walked into the castle and were about to separate, Hermione quickly poked Ron with her arm and winked at him.

Ron was obviously very nervous. He took a deep breath and called out to the Slytherins in front. He bent down and apologized to the girl who stopped.

"Wait a minute, Sansaro, I'm sorry, I spoke too much to you that day, I hope you can forgive me."

Sansaro looked at this gesture and waved her hands calmly, but the fact was that she didn't care what happened to Ron at all, as long as she didn't lose anything, it didn't matter.

"I forgive you, Ron"

Hermione nodded when she saw this, and Ron continued:

"Thank you for your generosity, Sansaro. Remember to go to bed early tonight."

"Good night, everyone." Sansaro smiled at them.

"Good night, Sansaro"

"Good night, Hagrid"

The group of people went their separate ways, and Harry couldn't wait to talk about it with Hermione and Ron as soon as they returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"Voldemort is in the Forbidden Forest now. We just met a man in black robes. He killed a unicorn and sucked its blood. He wanted to kill me, but he was driven away by the centaurs."

"what?"

Hermione, who was forced to accept a huge amount of information, felt that her mind was about to fly away. This was no less than Snape suddenly falling in love with Gryffindor and then crazily giving them points.

She frowned slightly and asked, "You mean that mysterious man, who is there now? In the Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes." Harry's mind was spinning rapidly, and his feet kept pacing in front of the table. "Not only is he weak, but he also has to rely on the blood of unicorns to survive. Isn't it clear? Snape didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone for he himself"

Harry said word for word, "It's for Voldemort!"

"Old Merlin's beard! If the mysterious man is resurrected, he will definitely come over and kill you first!" Ron had a look of shock and fear on his face.

"He didn't have a chance, his Forbidden Forest could have killed me long ago" Harry sat on the chair, his resolute face reflected in the firelight.

"Yeah, I'm still worried about the Potions exam now," Ron said, lowering his head again.

"Actually, there's no need to worry." After Hermione said this, Ron's expression lit up. He thought the girl had some tricks up his sleeve, but the next second he became decadent again.

"No matter who stole the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort, there is only one person that Voldemort fears the most," Hermione asked, staring at Harry.

"Dumbledore?"

"Yes! It's Dumbledore. You must insist on believing that as long as Dumbledore is here, no one can hurt you!" Hermione's firm look reflected Harry's expression.

They nodded together.

On the other side, Theodore half hugged Sansaro and supported the pale-faced Sansaro. She noticed that Draco had been quiet on the side, and it was rare that he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

She remembered that he ran away in fear... Sansaro smiled inwardly, it was really in line with Slytherin's style.

Back in the Slytherin lounge, Sansaro looked relieved, released the hand he was holding with Theodore, and got out of his arms.

"I just noticed it now. I've troubled you along the way." She tilted her head with a smile and asked, "You don't mind too much, do you?"

Theodore's heart sank, and he stared at her with dark eyes. After a long time, he calmly replied, "No."

"Then are you still angry now?"

He stood in the darkness and said no more, but his deep eyes never left Sansaro.

Seeing Theodore fell silent, she turned to Draco and asked, "Is there anything else? Draco"

"No...it's nothing." He stood there stiffly and shook his head.

"Then good night, go to bed early, Draco." Sansaro's voice was gentle and cold. Draco instantly realized that she might have something else to tell Theodore, and he was no longer suitable to stay here. .

"Good night." He glanced at the two of them one last time and turned to leave reluctantly.

At this moment, the two people in the lounge were looking at each other. Sansaro was staring at Theodore in the sparkling water. To his surprise, the girl stepped forward and hugged him. Her hands were around his waist. .

Theodore felt that the touched area became hot in an instant. His body stiffened and he watched Sansaro's movements intently.

Looking up at Theodore's eyes, which were as deep as the bottom of the sea, Sansaro said hoarsely.

"Theodore"

They were so close that they could feel each other's hot breath spraying on their faces, and the strong citrus fragrance penetrated the boy's nose. For a moment, an inexplicable and charming atmosphere filled the air.