HP: The Shadow Returns

All gold Galleons circulate in the wizarding world, so there is no need to exchange currency.

The two of them walked around for a while, and finally came to a drink shop where they were resting.

In order to show his gentlemanly demeanor, Draco stood in front of her very forcefully and refused to let her pay, even though Sansaro made no move to stop him.

"Ahem, I'll pay for it, iced green apple cream pudding, what are you drinking?"

“Citrus lemon honey tea, thank you”

The two of them sat in front of a window with a view of the entire street. Draco couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful and put it into his mouth with great enjoyment. However, he seemed to be iced. After holding it in his mouth for a long time, Then he swallowed it.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sansaro looking out the window and stirring the orange drink. Draco asked curiously, "Don't you like it?"

“Not that thirsty”

The sunlight just fell on Sansa Luo's sharp and pointed side face, and the thin down seemed to be coated with a faint golden light.

"Okay." Draco stared blankly for a while, and his words became stumbling. "Well..."

"Huh?" She turned to look at him and adjusted her black-rimmed glasses with her index finger.

"That is, if you want to get married in the future, what kind of person will you choose?" After saying this, a pink blush appeared on his pale face, and Draco felt that his heart was about to fly. Out.

Isn’t that a bad question to ask? Is it a little too direct? He couldn't stop thinking about these doubts in his mind.

After a while,

"If necessary, maybe I will choose a very smart husband." Sansaro straightened his back and put his arms on the table, answering calmly.

Draco was a little anxious after hearing this, because he didn't know whether he was smart or not. He tightened his lips, and after a moment of deliberation, he asked tentatively.

"Theodore, is he smart?"

Sansaro looked at the boy opposite who was visibly nervous. She raised her chin with her hand and asked calmly.

"Isn't he smart?"

The faint smile on the girl's face made Draco stunned. He instantly felt that his limbs were almost as cold as the drink in his hand.

Then Sansaro leaned back on the chair and chatted in a relaxed tone.

"And Astoria, she's a very smart and beautiful girl, with her long blond hair, blue eyes, and dimples in her smile. Who wouldn't like her? Right?"

"Yes..."

Draco had a dry smile on his face and secretly clenched the fabric on his thighs. What did she mean? Just when he was doubtful and suspicious, the girl opposite did not continue talking.

Suddenly, a strong smell emanated from the side. Sansaro turned his head and saw two dark figures blocking his view.

I raised my eyelids and saw, tsk, they were still two "acquaintances".

"What are you going to do?" Draco wrinkled his nose and had to pause his thoughts to ask first.

"I didn't expect that you guys are quite capable and can actually compete with us." He hugged his chest, with a hint of contempt on his plump features.

Draco glanced at Sansaro subconsciously, because they left early and had no idea who the last group would win.

The main reason is that Sansaro doesn't pay attention to it. It doesn't make any difference to her who is her opponent. They are all too unchallenging.

"Don't you dare to speak? Young master of the Malfoy family?" they shouted in a strange tone.

What Draco couldn't stand the most was his family's honor being humiliated and trampled on. He stood up and warned, "You'd better be responsible for your words and deeds, bastard."

"Bastard?" They looked at each other angrily at the platinum head, which was half a head smaller than them.

Soon, conflicts will break out again.

"Draco, be nice."

Sansaro raised her hand in time to stop their conflict, and said to the two people with a smile on her face

"I have heard about your teacher, the very famous priest who can control the thunderbird, right?"

The big black man looked at Sansaro contemptuously and said with a sneer.

"You are still a discerning person. It's a pity," he tutted. "But joining the team with him also shows your value."

Draco, who had received countless ridicules, didn't understand what she was doing at the moment, and he actually dared to look down on Sansaro! His chest heaved, trying to suppress his anger.

Sansaro smiled nonchalantly, "I think as his students, you will definitely not be bad. I hope to see your magnificent strength in tomorrow's game."

The friendly expressions and flattering words made them spare no effort to completely swell up.

"Of course, but for your sake, I can make your loss less miserable." The big black man was confident and proud.

"However, your behavior will bring you some dangers and some bad experiences, but you probably don't care. After all, you are so strong. Let's see you tomorrow."

Sansaro glanced at the two confused people with a half-smile, and then left the drink spot with Draco.

"Sansaro! What are you doing! How dare they!" Draco was on the verge of breaking out. He was extremely confused and his eyes were even red with anger.

"I told you, Draco, don't waste your time with these unnecessary people." She gradually walked in front with an expressionless expression.

"He has bullied us all!" Draco clenched his fists and kicked the stones on the roadside hard.

"That's not the most important thing." Sansaro looked sideways, his tone was calm and cold. "Don't let your image be damaged in front of others, and don't let your emotions be taken away. That's too stupid."

"Then let them go like this?"

She chuckled, how could this be possible? Sansaro was silent for a moment and suddenly called his name.

"Draco"

"What's wrong?" Draco, who was still angry, said in a not very good tone.

She didn't care about these small details. She looked up and asked softly.

"How do you feel about Voldemort?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" This seemed to have touched some kind of taboo, and Draco's tone suddenly changed. He stood there and raised his brows, feeling at a loss.

"I'm just asking." Sansaro tilted her head with a curious look on her face. Her tone was relaxed and easy-going. "There are only two of us, and this is Germany, so don't be so nervous."

He licked his dry lips, looked around quietly for a week and then whispered, "You should have heard of him, right, those rumors."

"certainly"

"That's all true. He is very powerful and full of power. I have never met him. I heard what my parents told me." He said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Sansaro raised her eyebrows slightly and looked closely into Draco's gray-blue eyes. She seemed to have become a patient and perfect listener at this moment, making people reveal everything she wanted involuntarily.

"Did they say anything else to you about him?"

Draco was caught off guard and his breath stopped. He wriggled his lips and said, "It's not too much. Anyway, Voldemort is very strong and many people admire him, although he may have..."

"Is that so?"

After understanding the general situation, she could clearly tell that Draco didn't know the specific thoughts of the Malfoys.

But it must be not much different from the "good style" of the Malfoy family. She knows very well that people who are shrewd in calculations and self-protective will never have any absolute followers and beliefs.

"Let's go back, it's getting late."

"it is good"

.....