HP: The Shadow Returns

A terrible thought, but not impossible. I heard that the great white wizard was proficient in the languages ​​of many creatures....

When he returned to the Slytherin lounge, Sansaro found everyone gathered around the sofa, seemingly waiting for him.

She paused for a moment, then walked slowly between them, sat down next to Theodore, and touched her lips lightly.

"Another person was petrified in the library, a Gryffindor."

"Maybe it was Potter."

Sansaro squinted her eyes, she looked at Draco who said this and asked

"why"

"He knows Parseltongue"

Theodore's cool voice sounded beside him, Sansaro glanced at everyone

"what happened"

It turned out that after she left, Draco used magic to conjure a snake, but the snake did not attack Harry. Instead, it looked at a girl in the audience. In the emergency, it was Potter who used Parseltongue to save the girl. Girls.

"He can't really be the heir of Slytherin, right?" Daphne, who was sitting at the end, secretly looked at everyone's expressions and guessed in a low voice with uncertainty.

"A Gryffindor Slytherin?"

"This identity is not good for him." Theodore slowly raised his eyelids and said without emotion, "Especially when so many things have happened recently."

Listening to their discussion, Sansaro sat quietly on the sofa without speaking. She secretly gently rubbed the tea cup in her hand.

Tom Riddle, he petrified another person today.

Why is he doing this? Why is it in a diary and parasitic on others, just like...

Sansaro subconsciously clenched the tea cup and lowered his eyebrows, just like Quirrell and Voldemort in the first grade.

As for Black Rabbit, their intelligence route is really too slow and there is no way to rely on it. Forget it, let them investigate other things.

Her unseen eyes gradually became sharp, and in the end she had to rely on herself no matter what.

A bunch of trash.

Soon, on the second day after the petrification incident, some half-blood wizards and Cockroach wizards at Hogwarts suddenly fell into a panic situation. Their fear was everywhere, and all kinds of things happened at the same time. Rumors are spreading among the four colleges.

But one of the most widely circulated ones is that Harry Potter, the so-called savior, is the real murderer behind the petrification incident!

"Look at them, it's so fun, isn't it?" Draco watched with interest the worries and fears on the faces of the young wizards from other colleges along the way, and he raised a mean smile.

The whispers from the people around him made Harry almost collapse. He had been enduring strange looks from all walks of life, not only from other houses, but also from Gryffindor itself.

Although Ron and Hermione were by his side, he still didn't feel much better.

Rumors and rumors kept accumulating, making the young savior unable to stand upright.

In the afternoon, for the sake of safety, Sansaro went to a tower to let the Slavs take away the message specifically for Kocharsky. On the way back, he saw Harry sitting alone in the corner of the Black Lake.

His eyes were blank, he touched his snow-white owl and looked straight into the distance.

"Hedwig, who am I?" Harry smiled at the wide black lake, but there was no joy in it. The scarf around his neck did not protect his red cheeks, which were pure in the past. There is melancholy in his eyes at this moment.

"Is that important?"

"Sansaro?"

The girl's cold voice sounded from behind him, and Harry turned his head at a loss. When he was about to stand up, Sansaro raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, and slowly sat next to him.

"Aren't you afraid of me? Afraid of me..." Harry wriggled his lips and said hesitantly.

"Let the basilisk turn me to stone?" Sansaro chuckled, shining like a ray of sunshine under the sparkling water. "Then will you do that?"

"Of course I won't do that!" Harry said very excitedly, "You are my friend!"

He looked at Sansaro very seriously.

"Of course I believe you." The girl bent her eyes and said in a gentle and patient tone, "Harry, it doesn't matter who you are, nor where you were born. What matters is who you want to be."

"Perhaps the title of savior fills you with light, but you must know that everything in the world has two sides. It can bring good, but it can also bring bad."

Sansaro turned to look at the sun in the sky and said slowly, "Just like the sun and the moon, the sky cannot always be blue. It will become dark at night."

Harry followed her gaze and looked toward the boundless sky.

"We are all one person, and you have to admit that even if you have friends, you will still feel lonely inside," she said.

The boy lowered his head and pursed his lips, feeling the extremely harmonious resonance with the girl. Then Harry raised his head and said

"You're right, Sansaro, loneliness...it can't be changed, and they will never come back."

Hearing his words, Sansaro suddenly turned her head and stared at Harry. She asked in a calm tone, "Do you think parents are important?"

Harry was a little confused when he heard this question. He asked, "Isn't it important? Everyone has parents, just like Ron's family."

"Mrs. Weasley is a very warm person. No one will dislike her."

Sansaro laughed inexplicably. They were definitely not the same person. Harry couldn't understand what it meant, but he felt that it was not a good signal.

"You're right, but not every parent is like this, or likes their children."

He suddenly remembered the girl's life experience, Sansaro. She grew up in an orphanage...

"Perhaps, they just accidentally lost you. They may have been looking for you." Harry turned to Sansaro and continued to comfort him.

"Possible?" Sansaro's eyes instantly became a little cold, and she said word by word, "It's not possible, Harry, I don't need my parents, they are losers, and I won't rely on anyone. "

Harry looked at her posture and was stunned in place for a moment, speechless.

After a while, Sansaro realized that her emotions were a little out of control. She slowly calmed down her momentum, lowered her eyes and raised her hand to touch Hedwig's head beside her, and whispered softly.

"You can only rely on yourself for everything in this world, Harry. No matter it's inner pain or external influence, no one can help you."

"But I'm curious about how you learned Parseltongue."

Harry shook his head "I didn't learn it, I seemed to be born with it."

A strange look flashed in Sansaro's eyes.

......

At night, Sansaro lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking. The thoughts in his mind were like hundreds of slender threads, twisted into a tight thread.

He is now one step closer to the goal he set in that small dilapidated wooden house at the beginning. His increasingly stronger body may be able to support him soaring in the sky.

But at this moment she no longer had this idea.

Tom Riddle may be the real heir of Slytherin. He knows his parents and himself, but they have never met. She is sure that they have never met.

But the savior was born to speak snake language...

Sansaro, who was tossing and turning and unable to sleep, was not going to waste her precious time. She dressed neatly in black robes and teleported directly to the Forbidden Forest through shadow.

There were dots of fire in the distance, and figures of centaurs and half-horses could be vaguely seen running through the deep forest. Sansaro's goal had nothing to do with these centaurs.

She walked deeper into the forbidden forest step by step, and slowly raised her lips as she looked at the group of almost skinny black Thestrals in the depression. The black mist spread vaguely from under her robe, approaching the Thestrals group step by step in the night.