HP: The Shadow Returns

Several people pushed open the door of Hagrid's hut.

Harry asked in confusion, "What exactly is a Mudblood?"

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

Before Sansaro could answer, Hagrid immediately put down what he was doing when he saw this, and quickly placed Ron in the corner of the carpet, and thoughtfully provided him with an iron bucket specially designed to spit out slugs.

However, his huge body seemed to block Sansaro, and he didn’t realize it until he turned around.

"Oh, Miss Nasitan, I haven't seen you here for a long time."

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Sansaro has many professors who have to give her extra classes, and she is also very busy on Saturdays and Sundays."

Hermione's mood had calmed down a lot, and she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh, that was really hard, so what happened?" Hagrid asked, handing Hermione a handkerchief.

Harry repeated what happened to him. Hagrid said bad things about Draco with an angry face, but suddenly he remembered that the girl who just came here was also from Slytherin, but he immediately went out bald. .

"He really went too far this time. I'm so sorry." Sansaro was not angry after hearing this, but instead apologized, which made the loyal Hagrid feel a little uncomfortable.

"There is no need for you to apologize for him! You didn't do this!" Harry said angrily, his mood not looking very stable. "Although you are both Slytherins, you are completely different."

Ron, who came back to his senses, looked at Sansaro weakly and said, "Yes, you helped Harry, remember? Last year? Malfoy would not do such a thing."

"Yeah," Harry hugged his chest and mocked coldly, "He will just tell his dad, like a baby that doesn't get enough milk."

Sansaro didn't speak anymore. She leaned against the pillar in silence. After a moment,

"Do you know what a Mudblood is? Hagrid?" Harry asked suddenly.

After hearing this, Hagrid hesitated for a while and pursed his lips, "That is a kind of humiliation to Muggle wizards. It is a very bad, bad word."

Hermione's eyes widened after hearing this, and after a while, she went to take care of Ron in silence.

The air suddenly fell silent again.

"Harry, why did you come to school by car when school started?" Sansaro silently changed the subject.

"Dobby, that house elf, I don't know where he came from. He blocked Ron and I outside the wall." Harry said as he touched his head. "The impact was quite painful."

"Why did he stop you from coming to school?" She pursed her lips, half-squinted her eyes, and asked with some confusion on her face.

"I don't know." His tone was obviously irritable. It was obvious that these things had tortured him a lot.

Sansaro sighed softly, "Harry, I'm just a little worried. Is it possible that the house elf will come with you and come to Hogwarts?"

"What?!" He was a little surprised and impatient. "Oh, Merlin let me go, but I'm already here. He can't use magic to send me back!"

After Harry finished speaking, he asked Hagrid worriedly, "Right, Hagrid?"

Hagrid hesitated, obviously not understanding the situation. Sansaro raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "I think only Dumbledore can solve this problem for you, even though I don't like him very much."

Hermione's sobbing stopped, and she stood up and explained to Sansaro, "We don't know why. He would treat you like that. This is indeed very wrong."

Sansaro looked at her, smiled, and said as if he was mocking himself, "Maybe it's because I'm a Slytherin."

"No, how could it be?" Hagrid, who respected Dumbledore the most, couldn't sit still. "Dumbledore should be the most fair person."

"But he did favor us last year. He only gave Sansaro 15 points, but we did a lot, and she helped us." Hermione said, and Hagrid also became confused.

At this moment, Sansaro waved her hand appropriately, "It's all over," she said, "There's no point in arguing about this, I'm just a little worried."

Harry sat directly on the bench as if he had lost all his strength. "Thank you, maybe I should really think about this."

She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. The cold light made Hermione feel inexplicably uneasy, but she subconsciously attributed this to an illusion.

"It's okay," she said, "I'm leaving first. If you need any help, just write to me. Slavs don't have the habit of being late."

After Sansaro said this, Harry realized that he hadn't seen that cute owl for a long time.

.......

Then Theodore's birthday came as scheduled two days later. There were many people in the lounge, so there was no need to think about anything. Almost all of them were children from pure-blood families.

It was not much different from Draco's birthday, they were flattering each other but in a proper way.

Sansaro's seat was close to Theodore's, and she naturally became the center of the power whirlpool. The smile on her face never dropped, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the girl's current status.

When it came to gift-giving, Sansaro didn't move at all after everyone gave away gifts. Theodore didn't ask any more questions because she said there would be a surprise, so she would wait patiently.

But until the birthday party was over and everyone was preparing to leave for bed, Sansaro was still sitting on the sofa quietly sipping the juice in the glass.

She seemed to be waiting for everyone to leave.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Theodore looked coolly at Draco, who was still standing there.

"without.."

He really wanted to know what the two of them were going to say, but the arrogance engraved in his bones came out inexplicably at this moment. He didn't care. Draco forced himself to think, secretly rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground and quickly turned around and returned to the dormitory. .

Sansaro was actually not in a great mood all the time. She held Theodore's hand and slowly leaned into his arms.

"You haven't been in a good mood since that day." He put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at Sansaro's flawless forehead.

"Yes, there are indeed a lot of troublesome things, and there are still troublesome thoughts lingering in my mind."

It was the first time Sansaro spoke to Theodore about this matter. He was a little surprised, but he felt full of trust, and his heart seemed to be filled all of a sudden.

"If you can, you can talk to me."

"Theodore, the only ones who can speak Parseltongue are Slytherins, right?"

"Yes, the only people who are born with Parseltongue are Slytherins and people with his bloodline. But as I told you, those families have become lonely and they have no bloodline to pass down."

He paused for a moment before hesitating and said slowly, "The last one should be that person."

Sansaro raised his head and met Theodore's gaze, "So it's really impossible that their bloodline is not extinct but has been passed down to this day?"

"That's not certain. Do you know the secret room left by Salazar Slytherin in Hogwarts?"

Sansaro raised her eyebrows slightly. Not only did she know, but she also went there a few weeks ago.

"I've heard that because Slytherin doesn't like Muggles, he believes that only those with pure blood are qualified to learn magic, so he built a secret room with a basilisk inside and killed those who were not pure."

Theodore smiled and said, "Yes, but what is certain is that the person who can open those secret rooms must be the blood and descendant of Slytherin."

"Because only Parseltongue can be opened... So the descendants of Slattery only have Parseltongue? Don't they have any other characteristics?" Sansaro murmured and asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Probably not." He didn't look very clear.

Sansaro's eyes fell on the flames burning in the fireplace, and he recalled Voldemort in his mind. He seemed to be just stronger, no different from the others.

Interrupting her thoughts, she took out a velvet box from her pocket, turned around and handed it to Theodore with a smile and said

"Happy birthday, Theodore"

The young man took it and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring shining with emerald green light. It was carved into the shape of an eye, staring directly at Theodore's pale face.