HP: The Shadow Returns

What will they talk about when they get back?

Sansaro didn't know much about this, especially the evaluations of those old pure-bloods about her. She thought they must be sharp and to the point.

The most important thing is your own bloodline and strength.

Bloodline.....

Sansaro quietly looked at the magic stone hanging in the center of two long crystal spikes in the manor castle. It slowly rotated in mid-air, and the faint red light it emitted illuminated the girl's pale and thin cheeks. .

Wisps of red energy surged out of it and continued to enter Sansaro's body. Her green eyes were half-closed in comfort.

"In fact, as long as I am above them, who will care about my bloodline?"

The hot summer wind seems to be unable to blow into the manor. It is surrounded by black thorns. It has always been very shady. Some strange flowers and vines have grown in the garden. They are climbing outside the castle or on the trees.

It will eat rabbits or other small animals when people are not paying attention.

Perhaps because of contact with the black mist, these plants at the bottom of the food chain seem to be becoming dangerous.

But they were very docile towards Sansaro, and seemed to understand that their power was given by the extremely gorgeous girl in front of them.

A group of new residents also came to the lake behind. Sansaro asked Fides to check them out. They were some huge crocodiles with dark hard scales. He didn't know where they came from.

But at this moment, Sansaro sensed that the thorns to the east had caught something alive, which seemed to be a person. They asked Sansaro to go over and have a look.

Anyway, nothing happened. The black mist behind her gathered and twisted into a vortex. The next second, Sansaro appeared in the east of the manor, near the lake, where there were several adult crocodiles resting on the lawn.

They raised their heads in unison as a warning, but when they saw it was Sansaro, they lowered their heads as if nothing had happened.

She dragged her thin black skirt and walked along the thorns. The thick black mist snaked up and down her back, forming the shapes of several snakes, and her empty eyes shone with green light.

When I got closer, I found that the mass was covered in blood, and it seemed that its arm had been bitten off. The motionless thing was indeed a "person". It was very thin, and the ribs on its back were clearly visible. It looked even thinner than myself.

And everywhere is dirty and ragged.

She didn't seem to have any desire to live, but the moment she saw Sansaro's whole face, her eyes that seemed to be covered with gray seemed to light up.

Sansaro liked this expression very much, empty and seemingly hiding great pain.

She slowly squatted down and looked coldly at the face covered with sweat and dust. The black mist snake head behind her kept floating up and down and approached her as she looked at the dirty face.

"Are you... going to kill me...?" She seemed to be convinced of the matter, her tone was unexpectedly calm and mixed with some expectation.

"I don't know either." Sansaro raised his eyebrows and asked happily, "How did you get in?"

The girl seemed to have no strength, and her tone was weak, "You are also a freak, right..."

"Freak?" She chuckled and looked down condescendingly. Under the moonlight, her pale and beautiful face looked so sacred and dangerous. "I don't like this title."

"If you mean magic, I'm a witch."

Suddenly, the girl had some inexplicable desire to survive. She struggled to stir up her lips and said with all her strength.

"Please, take me away"

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and seemed to have fainted.

Sansaro squinted his eyes and thought for a moment. Maybe he really needed some loyal followers, especially since the castle needed to be cleaned while he was away.

She used a floating spell to lift the unconscious girl, and as the black mist covered them, their figures disappeared into the open grass.

As soon as she poured a few bottles of magic potion and placed it in place, the Slav flew to the table in front of Sansaro with a letter and looked at the silver-green sign.

Draco? He is really prepared to do what he says.

Sansaro didn't even open the envelope, but just took out a piece of paper and wrote a reply and handed it to the Slav.

She yawned after the Slav flew away, it was indeed time to rest.

The next day, the girl with wounds all over her body seemed to have recovered a little, but her eyes were obviously green, and her clean face allowed Sansaro to see clearly what the girl looked like.

Her gray-black hair just reached her chest, her brown eyes were not too big, but they had a distant gray life, and her skin was pale and weak. She seemed to be someone who had been inactive for many years, but she didn't have the same sick air as her.

"It seems that you didn't sleep well at night." Sansaro raised his eyelids to look at her and stuffed a piece of citrus cake into his mouth.

Surprisingly, the moment she saw him, she knelt on the ground, leaned down very low, and rested her forehead on the cold marble floor, looking very loyal.

"Dusava Brati, at your disposal"

Green light flashed in Sansaro's eyes. She was not wearing any disguise and was still wearing the long black gauze dress she wore at night.

"Why don't we talk about how you broke into my manor first?"

Hearing this, Dushava trembled.

"My family," she said extremely calmly as she raised her head and revealed her misty eyes.

'They tried to kill me'

Sansaro was startled, and his brows slightly raised, showing interest.

Not surprisingly, Dusava's family is a loyal believer. They hate heresy as much as water and fire are incompatible. When Dusava was three years old, they discovered that the girl had magical powers.

They were so frightened that they took her to the church again and again to exorcise the demon, but with little success, the methods of exorcism became violent again and again.

Slowly, they even used electrocution. This kind of punishment was mostly used on prison roads for serious criminals. You can imagine how terrifying this was for Dusawa, who was only a few years old at the time.

The girl's shrill screams did not make her parents relent, but they used more cruel methods... There are still surgical wounds on Theresa's stomach.

But Sansaro is more concerned about...

"Are you sixteen?" She squinted her eyes and looked at Dusawa on the ground, who was no different in stature from hers and was even thinner.

"Yeah....I barely have any food to eat"

Sansaro suddenly remembered that her parents locked her up later, and when she remembered, she put some gruel.

Severe malnutrition.

This suddenly reminded me of the corpses of children who were starved to death in the orphanage and then thrown away. The nuns wrapped them in rags and threw them into the sea. Some of the corpses would be washed ashore again by the waves and be eaten by seagulls.

She had only seen it once from a distance, and she only saw the soaked rags that turned yellow when exposed to the sun.

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Sansaro retracted her thoughts, and said to Dusawa who was kneeling on the ground very respectfully, "Let's eat first."

She seemed to be extremely hungry, but looking at the girl opposite who was moving very gracefully, she tried her best to slow down her movements for fear that Sansaro would not be satisfied.

Sansaro would naturally not embarrass her too much when he saw her wink. After all, cultivating a follower was completely different from making friends. Appropriate authority would be more convincing.

After the meal, Dusawa felt full for the first time. Because it was a specific amount of food, she did not overeat and overeat.

Sansaro took her to the library, and she took out a basic spell book and a box of wands belonging to many dark wizards who had died in her hands.

"You have a lot to learn, but from now on, you are my person and will be responsible for the daily cleaning and food preparation of the castle. Do you understand?"

Her people...

Dusava stretched out her hand full of wounds and carefully took the box. When she saw these strange items that she had never seen before, a trace of unnoticeable joy immediately appeared on her face, and she knelt down on one knee.

"I will not disappoint you, my master."