HP: The Shadow Returns

"what?"

Hearing this question, Sansaro was obviously surprised for a second. She raised her eyebrows and watched Theodore slowly stand up from the chair with a gloomy expression.

Slowly walking to him step by step, he leaned down and used his arms to restrain the girl on the chair. His blue eyes were painful and melancholy.

Staring into her dark and cold eyes, he asked again seriously

"Who am I to you?"

The girl was caught off guard and chuckled, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

With this casual and uncaring expression again, Theodore gripped the armrest tightly, and the slightly bulging veins on the back of his hands showed that his mood was already on the verge of collapse.

"You ignored me for more than two months at school, and that doesn't matter. However, I still don't know where your home is, your birthday, your plans. I don't know anything. I thought you would tell me one day. "

"Sansaro, you didn't tell me anything, not even that you and Draco went to the competition."

"I do not know anything...."

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, but he couldn't help but get more and more excited as he spoke.

"What do you think of me? A toy like everyone else? You have always been good at deceiving people, always..."

He seemed to be trapped in the abyss of pain, trying his best to accuse Sansaro of his indifference.

Sansaro quickly stopped smiling and looked up at him. She pursed her lips and turned her face slightly to show weakness.

"I'm very sorry"

"Don't apologize! You know you don't mean it at all, Sansaro!" He retorted quickly, his dark eyes filled with anger.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice gradually disappeared. Theodore raised his hand and gently touched the face that was full of love and hate, and asked softly in anticipation.

"You...don't you really like me at all?"

The breeze blew the white gauze by the window, but Sansaro's face still didn't have much expression. She looked at Theodore's questioning eyes and thought of the blue flower again.

The sun shone on her glasses, glowing with white light, making it difficult to see her eyes clearly.

Theodore raised his hand to take off her glasses, but when he put his hand up to pinch the frame, his movement stopped again. He hesitated.

Because she doesn't like this...

"Aren't you going to continue?"

Sansaro didn't make any move to stop him, just looked at him quietly, the complexity hidden in his eyes was like an expanding vortex, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be strangled in it.

Theodore gritted his teeth and unveiled the girl's hidden veil. When he saw the face he had never seen before, which was as artistic as a delicate carving, he was stunned for a moment.

Being stared at by that beautiful yet unfamiliar face.

Theodore straightened up abruptly and staggered back a few steps. His glasses flew to the ground due to his uncontrollable fingertips due to stimulation.

He looked stunned.

"What else is true about you...Sansaro Nasitan, is that really your name?"

She didn't say anything because he was indeed right, but she didn't know how long it would last.

"Ha, I don't even know your name."

Theodore leaned against the wall weakly, covering his face with his hands. After a long time, he burst out laughing.

"I deserve it"

He continued to smile, "Sansaro or something else, I should have understood it from the beginning. How could you like someone else?"

He was silent for a long time, and finally said

"...You go."

Looking at Theodore who was paralyzed in the corner and making no sound, Sansaro pursed her thin lips tightly at this time, her waist formed a line, she walked towards him step by step and said slowly and forcefully

"Did I lie to you? Theodore, yes, I admit that I did not tell you everything, but you must not say that I am a complete liar."

Sansaro's angry and cold words made Theodore a little unresponsive.

"You don't know anything at all! Do you know what it's like to grow up in an orphanage with no one to look after you, facing the cold walls and those ignorant nuns every day? Do you know what it's like to spend the night without any clothes or food? What does it feel like?"

"Do you know how hard it is to survive and how much I have to pay to have what I have now? Or do you think I don't want to find my real name? Because no one told me!"

"Theodore! I didn't tell you my birthday, that's because I don't have a birthday at all."

Sansaro walked up to him and stopped. Her voice was calm and soothing, but it contained endless coldness and disappointment, which made Theodore feel extremely uneasy.

"How can I trust others easily? I thought you would give me time, you would be different from others, and you would always believe in me."

Theodore swallowed, and some regret suddenly spread in his heart, but maybe all of this was fake.

"It was my fault, Theodore." She sighed, with a bitter smile on her face. "I shouldn't have wasted your time. Goodbye."

The girl turned around decisively and left, without Theodore even grabbing the corner of her clothes.

He sat on his knees on the floor, his messy hair hanging down by his ears. His heart felt like it had been cruelly cut open by a blunt file. The pain was no longer enough to describe this feeling.

Theodore sat with his head buried deep in his head, still holding the ring tightly in his hand.

.....

Sansaro, who returned to the manor on the other side, sat on the sofa with no trace of sadness on her face. She gently shook the red wine glass, and her dark green pupils watched the ups and downs of the red wine in the glass.

She bent her eyes, but a smile appeared on her face.

Those things just now were all just acting, and she was once again a shameful liar.

Even if that doesn't fool Theodore at all, so what, Sansaro is sure that he will believe it willingly.

For herself, achieving her goal was the most important thing. She laughed happily like a poisonous snake, raised her head and drank down the red wine in the glass.

Although she mainly went there today just to ask Nott about his attitude towards Voldemort.

It's quite unexpected that such an incident happened, but after all, when it comes to dog training, sometimes you can't just use one method. Even obedient dogs sometimes become rebellious.

.....

The weather on the first day of school was very bad. It was windy and raining heavily. Lightning would flash from time to time. The sky was dark and very depressing. However, this was the most real weather in Britain, and he often felt like this.

Sansaro met Hermione when she was walking to the Slytherin carriage on the train. Her skin looked much darker and she was holding a yellow fried cat in her arms.

"Sansaro!" Hermione looked very happy and said the first thing she said when she walked up.

"You actually participated in that competition and won the championship. I heard that you are now the honorary president of the Potions Federation. It's amazing."

"Don't say that." Sansaro smiled as usual and bent his eyes. "It's just a fluke."

"Hey! Don't say that." Hermione's eyes showed envy, and she shook her head. "If it weren't for you, I would have thought this was just showing off."

Looking at the girl's gentle face, Hermione realized that she had grown a lot taller and her skin was fairer, completely different from the thin appearance in the first grade.

"Oh my God, you've changed so much. Come on, sit with us!"

As she spoke, Sansaro knew that she had traveled to France during the holidays and had brought many souvenirs with her.

"Harry, can Ron please make room? Sansaro is here." Hermione said as she opened the door.

She saw that there were already three people in the box at this time, and the extra one was a man sleeping soundly with his head covered and leaning against the glass.

The smell on him was very familiar, as if it was similar to what Lita felt at the beginning.

Werewolf?

Without saying anything, Sansaro took the seat they made and sat down by the window.

"Will you replace Snape to work at Hogwarts in the future? That's great," Ron asked impatiently. "I saw you in the newspaper, you are really awesome."

"Maybe, I don't know, the future is hard to predict," Sansaro said.

"Oh, don't worry anymore, Harry, maybe he's not here for you," Hermione said after sitting down and glancing at Harry, who had been sullen in the corner.

"Sirius Black?" Sansaro turned around and asked, "I saw it in the Daily Prophet. He escaped from Azkaban and is a Death Eater, right?"

"Yes, Harry has been worried about this for a long time. He came because of him." Ron sat between the man and Hermione. He looked a little flustered.

"Gugu..." At this time, the Slav poked his head out of Sansaro's robe.