Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The two of them looked over to see Professor McGonagall leading Harry and Ron to the stone beast leading to the principal's office, and recited "Zi Zi Honey Candy".

The stone beast jumped aside, and the three of them entered the cracked wall behind.

"Why are they going to the principal's office without sleeping in the middle of the night?" Indra smoothed Mrs. Norris's hair.

Draco frowned and shook his head in surprise.

Mrs. Norris: What are you two doing up so late at night?

The two of them had no intention of waiting here to see what was going on.

Indra let Mrs. Norris go, and Draco lifted the silent spell when it was about to disappear, and held hands with Indra and continued walking to the lounge at the bottom of the lake.

But halfway down the spiral staircase, a burst of footsteps sounded in the empty corridor.

Indra and Draco looked back and saw from the gap in the stairs that Professor McGonagall had turned back at some point and led several red-haired people to the principal's office in a hurry and with messy hair.

Probably Fred, George and their sister Ginny.

"What are they doing, secretly having a slumber party in the principal's office?" Draco said sleepily, his voice sounding lazy.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Indra said softly, "Go back to sleep first. You will always know tomorrow."

The two of them had only walked a few steps when another thumping sound came from upstairs. It was a small-stepping sound, very hurried. The person who came must not be tall and not light.

Indra and Draco raised their heads and saw Umbridge, wearing pink pajamas, angrily walking out of another corridor on the third floor, her mouse-brown curly hair in a mess.

Umbridge woke up a wall of picture frames and entered the corridor where Professor McGonagall had disappeared.

Indra and Draco lost sight of her, but heard her no longer pretentious angry voice coming from upstairs.

"I want to see Dumbledore!"

She was probably yelling at the stone beast.

There was still more than an hour left for the Disillusionment Curse. Draco hugged Indra from behind and rested his chin on the crook of her neck, "Then let's eavesdrop for a while longer."

Indra hummed slightly.

"Oh, what's the matter with you, Professor Umbridge?" Professor McGonagall's cold, sarcastic voice also sounded.

Umbridge probably took a deep breath, and then her voice trembled with anger and yelled, "Where are Harry Potter and the Weasley children? They don't have senior officials specially approved by the Ministry of Magic." With the approval of the investigating officer, leaving school at will will result in expulsion!"

"I think I read Education Order No. 25 carefully. It probably doesn't mention that the senior investigator's power can transcend the principal."

"What's the meaning?!"

"It means that Dumbledore only needs to agree."

"I have the right to know!"

"The matter is urgent. Arthur is injured and hospitalized. It's very serious. I gave them permission to go see him."

Dumbledore's gentle and calm voice then sounded, and Umbridge's voice suddenly weakened. She held on, and there should be an ugly smile on her face.

"Then... you should at least let me know first..."

Umbridge doesn't have the confidence to challenge Dumbledore yet, but Draco is a little worried that she will soon.

He and Indra quickly evacuated the place.

"Arthur is Weasley's father. Why did he hurt Potter?" Draco asked curiously.

Indra shook his head.

No one from the Weasley family or Harry was seen in the Great Hall for the next two days.

The Christmas holidays soon began, and on the day of the winter break, Indra and Draco went downstairs and saw Senna and Chucks off to the carriage in the foyer.

Several people guessed which Thestral was in front of them.

Wuwu?

Xiaohei?

Red?

Or leaves?

Perhaps because of Umbridge, there are very few people staying in Hogwarts this year, only some people who have to stay here.

Indra and Draco were the only ones left in Slytherin, because they only had two names on the detention list that Draco handed over to Professor Snape.

Ever since Draco started learning Occlumency, perhaps in order to deceive others, he often came in and out of the potions office to submit assignments, and the person conveying orders became Draco.

"You don't know the way he looked at me, as if I was deliberately threatening others not to stay in school!" Draco complained to Indra after he came back.

Despite the festive decoration, Hogwarts suddenly became deserted after everyone left.

When we had dinner in the auditorium in the evening, the lights on the Christmas tree shone brightly and the candles floating on the dome were particularly bright.

But in comparison, there were only a few people at each dean's table.

There was no one in Gryffindor, one in Ravenclaw, and two in Hufflepuff.

For some reason, Dumbledore and Professor Snape were not seen on the desk of the head of staff.

"Umbridge isn't here either." Draco said with joy in his voice.

Indra cut the lamb chops on her plate, "I guess she went back to the Ministry of Magic to report to work? The students are all on vacation, and there is no one to bully her and vent her desire for control. She probably doesn't want to be there." it's here."

After dinner, the two people came to a bench under the beech tree on the edge of the Black Lake.

The dark blue lake surface that had been cleared of snow reflected large water-like moonlight, and the black lake seemed to have melted again.

There were no stars, and the sky with light black clouds was illuminated by the moon into different shades of dark blue and light black.

Indra and Draco sat on the bench leaning against each other.

Draco put his arm around her shoulders, and the two of them enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, admiring the moonlit night of the frozen lake.

"I learned a new spell, do you want to see it?"

Draco turned his head, pressed his lips on Indra's forehead, and spoke softly with a smile.

"What spell?" Indra asked curiously.

The weather was very cold, and a faint mist came out when the two of them talked, but they had a warming charm on them, so they didn't feel cold.

Draco took out his wand from his robe, drew a heart-shaped trajectory on the tip of the wand, and said clearly in a pleasant voice, "lovenom"

From the tip of the hawthorn wand, butterflies dotted with silver light gradually flew out, gently flapping their wings outlined by delicate silver lines, flying in groups in the dark night sky.

Draco held out his wand hand, and a silver butterfly landed on his knuckles.

He handed the butterfly to Indra, slightly illuminating her bright face with a dreamy silver glow.

Indra raised her hand, took the silver butterfly from Draco's hand with her index finger, and smiled softly,

"very beautiful……"

Draco held up her cheek and stroked the soft and smooth skin with his fingertips, "It's very beautiful..."

The corners of Indra's mouth curved deeply into a smile.

"This is a spell I saw in an ancient rune book. It's translated as Du Ai... Well... I translated it myself."

Indra looked up at him in surprise, "Did you translate it yourself?"