HP: The Shadow Returns

The two of them found a newspaper on the table as soon as they returned.

"Global Times", the above photo of the two people making potion was enlarged and placed on the front page, and on the other side was a photo of the two black men posing extremely confidently.

"In the finals of the once-in-a-century favorites, who will be the strongest?" 》

“This is a really bad title.”

Draco curled his lips, flipped through it casually and threw it back.

"Your opponent is not simple"

Snape's deep voice came from the room, and the next thing that came into view was the black robe that would never change like a bat, striding towards them.

"We will not lose to them." Draco frowned and stared hard at the newspaper, as if he was staring at the two people.

Snape's cold eyes fell on Sansaro, and he said slowly, "They have been preparing for the competition half a year ago."

The serious look on his face seemed to completely ignore the fact that he had suddenly brought the two of them over to participate in the competition without even saying hello.

"Professor, I want to know what the criteria are for perfection in the final competition evaluation," she asked.

"I don't know," the man answered quickly and calmly.

Draco was a little confused, so not only did they have to win under the premise of being suddenly pulled over, but they also had to rely entirely on themselves.

Is it right? Is this what the godfather meant?

Sansaro pushed up her glasses without surprise. She had expected it. It seemed that they were not worried about whether they could win with Draco.

It's really reassuring, but that's probably why he gave her and Draco a little time in school.

After dinner, she raised her hand to greet the two of them and went upstairs.

In the empty room, the Slav flapped her wings from the shadow of the wall and stopped at the table. She turned her head 180 degrees and stared at her with two big yellow eyes.

Sansaro touched the top of its head, sat down at the table and took the envelope from its mouth.

Nott's lacquer seal seemed to be Theodore's letter, and a large part of it expressed concern for Sansaro and her recent life, but the tone was a bit strange, and Sansaro did not notice it.

Because she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to tell him about this, and she was too busy at that time.

She quickly wrote the reply and handed it to the Slav, then sat on the deck chair by the balcony. At this moment, the sky had darkened, the night had fallen, and the inexplicable stars were shining with little light.

Theodore Nott, Sansaro closed her eyes and recited the name over and over in her mind. After a long time, she smiled into the air with unknown meaning.

.....

The venue was obviously more crowded the next day. When reporters from various newspapers saw Sansaro and Draco appearing, they swarmed up and wanted to interview them.

"Hello everyone, are you confident in this competition?"

"How do you evaluate your opponent?"

.....

Until they arrived at the stadium, there were still many cameras outside taking pictures of them through the glass and puffing out white smoke.

Draco enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, while Sansaro lowered his head and inspected the tools on the table.

The other two people also came over, but they didn't seem to have slept well at night and were a little listless.

As the game began, after two hours of cooking, Draco's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and Sansaro continued to add various ingredients in an orderly manner.

"Draco, put half of the dried lizard in and you stir the crucible."

After she finished speaking, she let go of the lilies on the table, removed the stems from the lilies on the table, cut them into sections, and put them in. Then she picked up a cup of dry Morris tea, picked up the two leaves, crushed them together with the eyes of the cave spider, and pinched them. Pour it in.

Excitement flashed in Sansaro's eyes.

There was not a single mistake in the whole process. It was a sleeping potion, and Snape recognized it at a glance on the viewing platform.

But what he didn't expect was that gradually, spiral patterns emerged in the water waves, and pink-white smoke rose from them, attracting the attention of everyone present.

A bearded wizard stood up in disbelief and shouted hoarsely, "Is that mother powder smoke?"

"A color unique only to the most perfect potion!"

"Merlin! Is that true?!"

"Quickly take a picture!"

The scene suddenly became noisy. After a while, the trembling old man stood up and calmed down the noise.

The two black men next to him were stunned. They even stopped moving their hands and stared at Sansaro's crucible without blinking.

Snape was stunned in place, his eyes fixed on it like a focused light. Until finally, the beautiful smoke of mother powder became solidified, and he was still looking at it in trance.

Draco on the side held his breath in order not to affect Sansaro's performance, and did not dare to breathe out.

With each photo taken, there was no doubt who the final winner would be.

Faced with interviews from many newspapers after the game and the awards presented by the International Potions Federation, Sansaro and Draco stood side by side on the stage and thanked their professor Severus Snape with a smile.

Sansaro's humility and courtesy endeared him to many people.

The federation even hoped that Sansaro could join them and become the youngest honorary president in history. Of course, she not only agreed, but also received a shining gold badge to represent this status.

They also pulled Snape and kept trying to persuade him to join, but unfortunately the man remained unmoved.

Draco kept following her, the smug look on his face never disappearing, as if he was the one who joined.

When the two black men saw that Snape was not with them from a distance, they came over aggressively.

"Are you cheating?" He was very emotional, his thick lips were covered with saliva, and even when he spoke, it kept spitting out.

Draco was so disgusted that he had goosebumps all over his body. He protected Sansaro and took a few steps back.

"Huh? Are you all right? You start spreading rumors when you lose? That's disgusting! Stay away from us!"

"You two opportunistic fools!" He became so angry that he directly began to use vicious language to belittle them.

The girl's eyes remained unmoved and calm, and she looked at them like a mad dog.

Just when Draco was about to retort, Sansaro raised his hand to stop him and said with a chilling smile on his face.

"Maybe you should be more polite," she said, raising her hand and blowing lightly into her palm. In an instant, a black dust was stirred up and sucked in by the two people.

what?

Their minds shut down for a few seconds. What is this? Before they could react, Snape finally got rid of those who had been chasing him to chat and walked over.

"Oh, what was that just now?" Draco asked quietly.

"Make them smarter," she said calmly, but she was actually a tracking and positioning fan.

"what?"

When the two people saw the gloomy black bat, they slipped away.

"What happened just now?" Snape asked, staring at Sansaro.

"It's nothing, Professor, when will we go back?" She quietly held down Draco, who was about to complain, and said with a smile.

Snape's greasy black hair blocked half of his eyes, but his cold and extremely penetrating gaze was always there.

"Now"

After some more troubles, half an hour later, Sansaro and Snape, who were not affected at all, returned to England with Draco, who was still retching.

Narcissa seemed to be waiting for them in the manor. While she was stroking the uncomfortable Draco's back, Snape disapparated and left.

"Severus has always been like this. How was the game?"

Narcissa sat on the sofa and gently handed over a glass of hot water and looked at Sansaro and asked impatiently.

"Anyway, I will definitely live up to your and uncle's expectations." Sansaro took the water and said in an extremely gentle and appropriate manner.

"We Xiaolong didn't affect you, did we?"

"How could it be? Draco has helped me a lot. He is a very good friend."

Sansaro's lips and teeth showed some arcs, and she looked at the boy who had already gained some energy.