HP: The Shadow Returns

Back in the lounge, Sansaro and Theodore sat quietly and looked at each other.

"What exactly is going on"

Listening to his question, Sansaro leaned on the back of the sofa and rubbed his lips lazily.

"Harry said that Dobby was trying to save him, so he had been blocking him from coming to Hogwarts. When he started school, Dobby also used magic to stop him outside the platform, so they had to come in a car."

"Protect?" Theodore repeated, holding his forehead in disbelief, "The Malfoy elf disobeyed its master's orders to protect Harry Potter, and the way it protected was to break one of his arms?"

"It's weird" Sansaro didn't question this "but breaking his arm, I think it was more about wanting the savior to leave Hogwarts."

"Is there any danger in Hogwarts?" Theodore raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

That's not certain. Sansa Luo suddenly remembered the giant snake in the secret room that would kill anyone who looked at it. She did not answer this question.

But there was a question in her mind, how did Dobby know that Hogwarts was in danger? From the Malfoys? So why wasn't Draco protected?

And why did that little Weasley girl suddenly come to look for me that day? She still looked that strange.

Sansaro couldn't figure out these problems, and she gradually became a little restless.

At this time, as the door of the lounge opened, Marcus Flint's angry curses immediately filled the entire lounge, followed by a long list of team members following him.

They didn't dare to refute his words without saying a word. It was obvious that even if Harry Potter's arm was broken, they still had not won.

"You are just a bunch of idiots! You can't even see such an obvious ball! A Gryffindor has appeared! Result! Malfoy! In the end, the Golden Snitch was snatched away by that damn savior!"

His saliva was flying, Draco walked in, his face was pale, his head was lowered and he couldn't see any expression, Pansy kept saying nice things next to him.

But he was immediately suppressed by Marcus's scolding.

Marcus didn't care about that, he only knew that Malfoy didn't win the game even with his best broom and dirtiest tricks! Let him be humiliated in front of Oliver Wood!

He continued to curse angrily, and his vocabulary became more and more ugly. The moment he saw Sansaro, Draco wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. At this moment, his pale face became more and more gloomy.

"A bunch of idiots, he was attacked! Draco! You didn't catch up with him!"

Daphne, who was standing in the corner with a worried look on her face, looked helplessly at Sansaro who was sitting on the sofa. For the first time, she hoped that the other party would be angry so that the scene would be quieter.

As for why she thought so, it was because her boyfriend, Polian Foley, was one of the Quidditch players who had just played.

But at this moment, Sansaro was already irritable. She raised her eyes and glanced coldly at Marcus, who was still furious. She frowned and shouted emotionlessly.

"Marcus!"

As soon as her words came out, the scene suddenly became quiet, and Marcus, who was overly angry, had obviously just noticed Sansaro's existence, and his expression instantly stiffened.

"Calm down, you just lost the game, don't lose your etiquette."

Sansaro's words were like a stabbing needle, and with Theodore watching everything silently, almost no one dared to make any more noise.

But at this moment, Draco couldn't bear it anymore and rushed into the dormitory without looking back. It seemed that he was really frustrated by being insulted in front of the girl he liked.

The hatred for the savior in his heart also increased to a new level. Hidden under the quilt, Draco thought fiercely, Damn Potter, he deserves to have one of his arms broken.

Sansaro, who was outside, saw that the scene had calmed down and said nothing more. She stared at the burning flames and fell into deep thought.

No one knew what she was thinking, except Theodore.

At night, Sansaro asked the Slavs to send gifts of condolence to Harry, and also monitored to see if anything special happened.

Dobby appeared, and they chatted for a while. Sansaro was now completely sure that Malfoy had absolutely no knowledge of this matter.

And she felt that this group of pure-blood nobles might be able to redefine the characteristics of house elves.

...

The next day, Draco's expression recovered somewhat, but Sansaro expected that he would be scolded by his father for visiting Malfoy Manor.

It can be clearly felt that Lucius has high hopes for Draco. Although he is strict, he is also doting.

As for the Quidditch match at that time, Lucius, who was one of the school board members, must have been there, and he might have witnessed the entire match.

There are still too many things going on recently...

After a day of classes, at 6:30 in the afternoon, Sansaro received a letter from Kocharski on the long table.

Recently, Black Rabbit needs an urgent batch of truth serum. It turns out that the wizard who brewed this potion was poached by another organization.

He had no choice but to come to Sansaro because other pharmacists were too busy, and Kochaski promised that after the batch of medicines were released, he would agree to something within his ability.

Sansaro was about to refuse, but suddenly, she remembered something, so she agreed to Kocharski's request and told him that he would inform him of her request at Christmas.

So a few days later, the request was answered in the house.

"Why do you suddenly need to boil Veritaserum?"

Theodore stirred the crucible expressionlessly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Draco who was asking questions around Sansaro, with a cold look in his eyes.

And why is Malfoy involved? It's really troublesome.

Sansaro smiled and patted Draco on the shoulder. Of course she understood Theodore's current thoughts, which was nothing more than an imbalance in his heart.

But why not use free coolies? She quickly told Draco all the key points and then turned around to leave.

"So, this step must be taken seriously. You can try to get started. Don't worry, I will watch you, but now I have to go and see how Theodore is doing."

Draco seemed to be still in a dream, looking at the cauldron in front of him in trance.

He was still hesitating for several days, not knowing how to face Sansaro, until he had the courage to secretly put the candy given by his mother into Sansaro's pocket.

The girl suddenly turned around, took her hand and asked with a smile.

"Draco, do you want to come with us?"

He was confused for a moment and didn't even know what to do. He just agreed quickly and was pulled to the Room of Requirement. Theodore looked at him with a slightly mocking expression when he saw his surprise.

And the most important thing is that the two of them didn't know how long it took them to decide to recruit themselves in, and they can even make a blessing elixir now!

That is the most advanced potion. Even wizards with more than ten years of experience dare not guarantee that the potion will be successfully made!

He disconnected from his thoughts and looked at the veritaserum formula in his hand. Draco didn't believe that he could really make this thing. He looked at the two people who were chatting.

The look in his eyes couldn't help but darken again. Does Sansaro like Theodore just because he is better than himself?

But Sansaro didn't know what Draco was thinking. At this moment, she was gently wiping away the small droplets of water evaporated from the mist of the cauldron on Theodore's face.

"Thank you, Theodore"