Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The next morning after returning to Hogwarts, Indra followed Malfoy to the lawn to try out his newly purchased flying broomstick Nimbus 2001. The dark and smooth handle, the dark green broom, and the bright silver pedals were particularly beautiful. .

"Try it, it's very fast and very sensitive. Be careful," Malfoy said.

After practicing for almost the entire semester last year, Indra finally managed to stop being laughed at as an old woman riding a broomstick. But she hadn't touched a broomstick for three whole months, and she felt a little weak. The Weasley family's flying car was so good.

"Don't worry, I'm here," Malfoy said proudly, raising his leg and stepping on the Nimbus 2000 in his hand to signal Indra to hurry up.

Indra got on the broom and stepped on the pedals after it took off. As she accelerated, her body subconsciously leaned forward, and Malfoy kept the same speed as her.

"How about that!" Malfoy shouted, a smile on his face.

"Great!" Indra shouted and turned to look at him. Her bangs were blown up by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead and long eyebrows, while Malfoy's gelled blond hair remained motionless.

Indra suddenly raised the broom handle and flew vertically upwards at high speed. Malfoy was stunned and immediately chased after him.

The two rode their brooms straight into the sky, their wizard robes rustling in the strong wind.

Until the sky was faintly golden, Indra slowly slowed down and floated in the air. Malfoy followed behind and stopped next to her, "I can't even keep up with you!"

"It's so beautiful," Indra gasped. The two of them looked at the clouds in front of them that were rendered golden and red by the sun. Malfoy's light blond hair also glowed with a magnificent reddish gold color in the sunlight.

The two stayed high in the sky for a while and then flew down slowly.

"Aren't you afraid of flying broomsticks now?"

On the way back to the lounge, Malfoy said, "It is indeed a new product. The speed of Nimbus 2001 can't be matched by Nimbus Two Thousand, so he will definitely beat Potter in the next Quidditch match!"

"Of course," Indra said. She almost wanted to join the Slytherin Quidditch team. Actually, it was because the jersey looked good.

"Draco, have you collared your jersey yet?"

Malfoy's eyebrows moved and he said in confusion: "Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Quite good looking"

Malfoy covered his eyes with his hands and said disdainfully: "What's so nice about a jersey? But if you really like it, I can give it to you."

"Who wants the things you wore?" Indra glared at him fiercely, put the broomstick in his arms and walked away quickly.

"You still dislike me?..."

The last note rose, and Malfoy showed an inexplicable ugly look on his face. He hugged two broomsticks and chased after him to argue.

Malfoy went to the Quidditch room to pick up his jersey that afternoon. Flint dared to tease him and said he couldn't wait to put on the jersey. Malfoy glared at him coldly while holding the jersey. Walk away.

Indra was reading in the library in the afternoon, and a set of Slytherin green clothes fell from the sky on the table to cover the pages of the book. When she looked up, she saw Draco's pale face with light blond hair.

"You..." Indra opened her eyes slightly

"Remember to give it back to me before I train," Malfoy bent down and propped his elbows on the table to close Indra's slightly embarrassed face and whispered, and then slipped away with a silent laugh.

"shit..."

Indra's expression changed slightly, her neck felt hot, and she glanced away. She grabbed the clothes in front of her and quickly rolled them into a ball and put them on the chair under the table. She should throw this bad guy into the ditch!

Many people knew about this semester's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher before school started, such as Indra Harry and others who were at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore that day.

Malfoy obviously didn't like this new teacher, and Indra didn't want to sit in the front row, so the two of them sat in the second to last row in the middle.

Indra and Malfoy both put the book cover down because they didn't want to see the blinking photo. The Slytherin classmates around them followed the same example, except for a few girls who were obsessed with Lockhart's unique charm. , such as Hermione, Indra really doesn't know what she likes about Lockhart.

"What color does Gilderoy Lockhart like? What a stupid question!"

Malfoy read out the first question on the test paper in a low voice. Indra smiled silently at his confused tone. She thought about it and tilted her head and said breathlessly: "Blue, what he wore that day at Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore." Blue clothes…”

"I still remember this." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and leaned back slightly while writing blue with a quill.

Indra racked her brains and made up random things, while Malfoy lazily held his head while she wrote and he wrote. Then Indra became unhappy and lowered his voice, "You write the rest!" She would copy it.

Half an hour later Lockhart put the papers away.

"Tsk, tsk... almost no one remembers that I like lilac the most. ... ..."

"What color is lilac?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know..." Indra said softly without raising her head while drawing in the book. She didn't know that when she was at Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, she recognized lavender as blue. This was not because she was color blind, but because the light was not bright. good. Indra was distracted when she heard Lockhart add ten points to Gryffindor before raising her head. Lockhart bent down from behind the podium and took out a large cage covered with gray cloth and placed it on the table.

"Now, beware! My mission is to teach you to defend yourself against the most evil creatures known to the wizarding world! Now, you will face the most terrifying things in this classroom! But! Remember, as long as I am here, you No harm will come to you. All I ask is that you remain calm."

"I must ask you to remain calm and not scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "because that will irritate them!"

Lockhart lifted the cloth covering the cage and said, "Yes, it's the Cornish elf. I just caught it." A smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Indra saw a strange creature in a cage that was chirping and extremely excited. She had seen it in books. It was a kind of elf that was very fast and loved to cause trouble. Her back couldn't help but straighten. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class and the little elf The elves don't seem to have much to do with it. Then she saw Lockhart suddenly open the cage, and the livid elves swarmed out and ran rampant in the classroom, and the quiet classroom suddenly exploded!

Malfoy leaned back with his stool, panicking. An elf flew towards them with an evil smile. It appeared in front of them in a blink of an eye. Indra had no time to react and screamed with restraint. Subconsciously, he and Malfoy got under the table, grabbed his robe and hid behind him.

"Can he do anything good!?" Malfoy looked horrified, waving his hands randomly to stop the elf from approaching, and he did not forget to criticize Lockhart.

"Ouch! Damn elf..." Malfoy screamed. The elf's sharp claws left three red scratches on the back of his white hands. Broken pages fell from the desk. Indra hurriedly pulled out of the black robe. He took out his wand, took a breath and shouted at the elf who kept bumping into Malfoy: "stupefy!"

The elf swayed and fell to the floor with a clatter and was kicked away by Malfoy. Indra pulled him behind him and waved his wand to use the stun spell to kill another elf again. The snow-white dragon bone hanging on the ceiling fell to the ground. It was torn apart on the ground, with pieces flying everywhere, and there was chaos and screaming in the classroom.

The stun spell needs to be aimed at the target to work. These elves are extremely flexible and cunning. Indra has never actually practiced the stun spell because the teachers in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class are too unreliable! The three elves were knocked unconscious in an orderly manner in the chaos. As soon as the bell rang, Malfoy no longer wanted to stay in this smoky Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so he quickly dragged Indra and ran towards the door.

"Leave these ugly things alone!"

School doctor's office.

"I really don't know what the school is thinking. It sent Lockhart as the teacher of Magical Defense? Professor Snape is tens of thousands of times more powerful than him."

Malfoy sat in the school doctor's office, rolled up his sleeves and asked Indra to disinfect him. After all, it was scratched by an elf. If it got infected, it would not be cured, and the wound was not shallow. The healing spell is only taught to senior students. Yes, Indra obviously can't use it to heal Malfoy's wounds yet.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts..."

"If it hurts, stop talking." Indra carefully dipped a cotton swab in the medicine to disinfect the wound, and then sprinkled the wound with quick-healing powder. The school doctor said it would be fine in a few days.

"Will it affect Quidditch training?"

Malfoy's eyebrows, which were still in pain just now, suddenly calmed down, and his face was calm and serious: "Of course it won't be a minor injury given my strength."