HP: The Shadow Returns

The black mist turned into snakes and pounced on Harry one after another. He was shrouded in this overwhelming murderous aura. At this critical moment, the loud cry of Phoenix Fox sounded in the distance, as penetrating as the bell of salvation. Extremely strong.

Harry looked up through the black fog and looked at the golden-red flames getting closer and closer in the sky, and the seeds of hope in his heart were suddenly rekindled.

Dumbledore...damn it

With a pale face, Sansaro quickly stepped back and disappeared into the darkness with the black mist and Riddle's diary.

Now, it's all over...

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, she appeared under a giant tree wrapped in black veil, with the blood in the diary dripping on the ground.

The girl's pale hands were almost covered with wet blood at this moment. She was weakly tortured by the severe pain and leaned against the tree. Her eyes glanced at the diary. After hesitating for a moment, she channeled a small part of her magic power into it.

As the black mist gradually poured in, the diary became hot, and Riddle, who looked like he was about to be broken in the secret room, appeared in front of him again, but the light on his body was clearly extinguished, and it seemed that he could not hold on for too long.

"Virta, how are you?" He looked a little nervous and hurriedly raised his hand to help the girl up, but he passed through her body.

Riddle forgot in that moment that he was just a shadow now.

"I'm fine. Before you disappear completely," Sansaro gasped slightly, his green eyes staring at Riddle beside him.

"Tell me everything clearly."

He stayed beside her, staring at Sansaro with his deep and intense eyes.

"What do you want to know"

"Why does it hurt me too?"

Riddle's expression became complicated at this moment, and he pursed his lips, "That's because I tied your soul to mine."

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to try to resurrect you"

Although she had expected it, Sansaro was still shocked by the news. The sound of wind caressing the leaves above her head came to her ears. In a daze, she seemed to remember something through the vague memory of her dream.

"That's why I don't like flames."

The expression on Riddle's handsome face froze, and his heart trembled violently. He knew very well that it was his mistake. If it hadn't been for him...

Sansaro was in so much pain that she no longer had the energy to pay attention to Riddle's appearance at the moment. She forced herself to interrupt her thoughts and continued to ask Riddle with all her energy.

"So this diary contains our souls, so why does such an important thing appear in Hogwarts?"

His face was filled with coldness, but he still explained patiently, "The Horcrux, it should be in Lucius's hands as expected, but for some reason it came to Hogwarts."

Horcrux? Sansa Luo understood something clearly. She stared closely at Tom's face that was gradually becoming transparent and asked the last question.

"who I am"

Time soon ran out, and his figure scattered into sparse spots of light in the sun and flew away with the wind. The last remaining sound fell into Sansaro's ears like drizzle.

"Virta Marvolo Gaunt, my sister..."

Looking up at the light spot that had disappeared long ago, Sansaro leaned against the big tree, and his vague memories flashed and rolled like slides from the past era.

Some can be seen clearly, but some cannot be seen at all, if you try hard to recall.

The pain in the brain will become clearer.

The ragged boy stretched out his hand and handed the crumpled thing to her and said with a smile.

"Virta, this is tangerine"

What followed was his desperate wailing voice.

As the severe pain gradually disappeared, she held the cold diary in her hand tightly in trance, not knowing what she should be feeling at the moment.

Actually, he died once more than seventy years ago... No wonder he has no father or mother, no wonder he goes to an orphanage, no wonder no one visits him.

Voldemort, Tom Riddle... Sansaro looked up to the sky, with a shuddering smile on his lips.

.....

a week later

She first took away the fangs and valuable things from the dead giant snake, leaving the flesh and blood to the three snakes and the Slavs.

There is no information about Horcruxes in the restricted area of ​​the library. It seems that the only way to find them is on the black market or somewhere else.

All the petrified people were restored to normal by the juice of the mandrake. Hermione looked at Sansaro's rich gifts in the basket on the bedside and asked Ron and Harry.

"Have you seen Sansaro lately?"

"She seems to be quite busy recently, and you know she is always busy." Ron opened a bag of chocolates, put it in his mouth, chewed it and said slurred words.

"I just feel that we have ignored her a little. Do you think the Slytherin people will really like Sansa Luo? We went to find information about the basilisk that day, and she seemed to care about it."

"Basilisk?" Ron said doubtfully, "She didn't say you were looking for information about the basilisk that day."

Hermione frowned for a moment, "How could it be? She and I were looking for each other together, but we were just separated."

"Then why didn't she say that day?" Ron swallowed the chocolate in his throat and asked with his eyes wide open. "If she had said it earlier, Harry and I would have known that it was definitely not Hagrid, and we wouldn't have to follow, follow. What a spider!"

"I don't know..." Hermione raised her hand and touched her extremely fluffy hair in confusion, and her voice gradually became quieter.

Harry said in a relaxed tone from the side, "It's all over. She might have just been too nervous that day. You know, Sansaro came to see you often during that time, and the flowers in the vase were new almost every day."

"Yes, maybe she is really too nervous." Hermione patted her face and forced this doubt deep into her heart.

"But there was another person who appeared there that day. She knew Voldemort, and she took the diary away and planned to kill me." Harry put his arms on his legs and lowered his head as he said.

"Oh my God! Have you told Dumbledore?" Hermione asked fearfully.

"Of course, I asked him, and he thought for a while and told me to be careful. Malfoy's father was there that day, and Dobby was actually his house elf." Harry said chaotically, and he let out a long sigh.

"Voldemort called that woman Virta. Do you think it's possible that she stole the Sorcerer's Stone?"

"I've never heard of this person." Ron curled his lips and spit out a core. Hermione looked at him with disgust, "Maybe I can ask George and Fred to help find him. They know a lot of people. "

"Thanks, brother," Harry said listlessly. He seemed to be affected by the dark fog that day. He just couldn't cheer up, and his temper was not easy to control.

Dumbledore gave him a potion that day, which made him feel much better.

Who is that woman... He thought as he looked out the window at the spring scenery.

.....

"What's wrong?" The girl raised her pale eyebrows and asked Theodore, who had been staring at her blankly for a long time.

"I...it's nothing..." He hesitated and Sansaro touched her wrist secretly, but she said nothing and just focused on the savior.

Harry felt a chill on his back and shivered.

"That old man is really unlucky," Draco mocked as he looked coldly at Dumbledore, who returned to his position as principal with a kind smile on the high platform.

Not long after, when everyone was almost due, Dumbledore raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and said in a rich and bright voice.

"Before the dinner begins, we would first like to thank Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey for saving the petrified students with the Mandrake Herbal Water made together. Please give them your sincere thanks!"

Applause erupted in an instant.

Sansaro slowly raised his hand and made a gesture.

Then he said again

"In light of recent events at the school, we have decided to cancel all final exams!"

At this time, the applause in the hall became even more intense, especially at the Gryffindor table, where the Weasley twins raised their hands in the air and cheered.

"No more exams!"

"No more exams!"

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and a huge figure walked in, and the rough voice spread throughout the entire auditorium.

"I'm sorry I'm late, because the stupid bird named Errol who brought me the release certificate was late!"

It's Hagrid, back from Azkaban.

Everyone stood up and clapped happily, except the Slytherin pureblood gang.

"Look at that guy's stupidity" Daphne sneered.