Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The wizard vendor enthusiastically popularized science: "Yes, if it is overripe, it will automatically catch fire, fall to the ground and explode. It will even detonate the surrounding explosive red peppers. It is very dangerous and must be picked in time."

Indra nodded with interest.

There were many students around who listened blankly while eating. They didn't expect that they could learn about herbal medicine by eating a sausage.

The two walked down the street and noticed that every store had notices issued by the Ministry of Magic on the transparent windows or on the outer walls.

This is a wanted poster for a reward.

There are ten black and white magical photos on it, with the escaped Death Eaters making various arrogant or crazy expressions in the photo frames.

Anyone who can provide clues about the fugitive will be rewarded with a thousand galleons from the Ministry of Magic.

"There are no Dementors on the street." Indra looked around, frowned, and finally found something inconsistent.

She had thought there would be.

When Black escaped from prison before, not only Hogsmeade, but even the gate of Hogwarts was full of dementors.

She should have noticed it earlier, but maybe because Umbridge was in the school, Indra ignored that nothing terrible had broken into Hogwarts.

Indra looked at Draco.

He shook his head.

Because Umbridge monitored the communication channels at Hogwarts, her father Lucius could no longer risk informing him of the Death Eaters' progress.

The letters written by Lucius asked Draco to support Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic.

But most of the dementors have already rebelled, and the only reason they come here is to enjoy their feast in advance.

Indra was a little regretful and disappointed. Since she couldn't meet the dementors, she couldn't test her potion.

Draco knew what she was thinking, "There will be a chance."

There are probably very few people who would sincerely comfort another person by saying, "Don't worry, you will have a chance to see the dementors."

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Instead of going to the Three Broomsticks to find Hermione, Indra and Draco were wandering hand in hand on the street.

After a while, they moved away from the crowd and walked towards the outskirts of the village.

They walked slowly and hand in hand, and didn't go back to the castle until evening.

When they went to the Great Hall for dinner in the evening, Indra looked back to look for Hermione at the Gryffindor table. She was talking to Harry about something unknown. She noticed Indra's gaze, raised her head and nodded slightly affirmatively. nodded.

It means that things have been done.

"By the way, how was your date with Qiu?" Hermione looked away and took a bite of the puff pastry and asked.

Harry then told his two good friends what happened in Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse with a very puzzled and sad face.

How Qiu told him that the Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw had made an appointment with her, and that she and Cedric had been here... she refused the proposal to go to the Three Broomsticks bar to meet Hermione, and ran away crying alone. …

Ron said, "Perhaps, you can ask Malfoy for advice? I mean, Indra and Qiu are both oriental girls. You can ask..."

"They are different." Hermione interrupted him mercilessly, looking at the two with a look of pity and forgiveness.

"You are such a heartless person, someone with only a teaspoon of emotion."

"However, you can indeed ask Draco for advice on how to please Indra."

"Oh...come on Hermione...I'm not going to die."

Harry said coldly, thinking that it would be better for him to ask Malfoy for advice than to let him hit his head against the column of the Quidditch frame while catching the Golden Snitch.

After Hermione told Indra that she was going to publish the article in the magazine The Quibbler, Indra ordered some of its past issues to find out what kind of wizarding newspaper it was.

She had never heard of its name before.

A large rufous long-eared owl flew into the auditorium, carrying a small bag with several magazines inside.

"What did you buy?" Senna asked curiously. Judging from the brightly colored and bold cover of the magazine, she thought it was about high-end wizard clothing and magic jewelry.

"The Quibbler." Indra fed the owl a biscuit and put five copper nuts in its little pocket.

"The Quibbler?" Senna obviously hadn't heard of it either.

Most students pay little attention to newspapers. Boys may read "Quidditch Weekly". Girls mostly like "Elegance" (a high-end wizard fashion magazine). Most of them only read some wizard novels. and teen magazines.

Draco took out a book and flipped through it twice, his eyes gradually narrowed, and there was a bit of disdain on his pale handsome face, "It's all nonsense."

Indra glanced at Draco in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"It says that if you look at the ancient runes upside down, you will find that it is a spell. I don't think he knows how to write these words in runes."

Indra just leaned over to take a look.

"Making things up!"

Chucks suddenly shouted with an angry look on his face. The three of them had rarely seen him really angry about anything.

The last time was a long time ago, when the emeralds were dueling, Draco hit him with the Avalati used against the kappa.

"How dare you say that the Tornadoes won the Quidditch Federation Cup through dirty tricks?!"

Indra opened a book called "The Quibbler" with a house-elf-like creature on the cover, quickly browsed the table of contents, and happened to find a familiar word in it.

One caption read: Sirius - as dark as the picture?

The content of the article is that Sirius is a pseudonym. He is actually the leader of a band named Pang Dun...

A look of gnashing teeth appeared on Indra's face. She turned her head and stared at Hermione unkindly at the Gryffindor table, only seeing a thick chestnut hair top.

What kind of crappy magazine is this?

Will anyone really believe what is written here?

Accusing the Death Eaters on "The Quibbler" actually makes them feel innocent!

Indra instantly felt that his work was in vain.

However, she thought about it carefully. People with brains and wisdom will judge for themselves whether the content of the article is true or false. To play devil's advocate, you only need to spread the article.

What was published in the Daily Prophet was just some misleading and false reports.

While patrolling other classrooms during recess to check whether the first and second grade students were out for activities, Indra met Hermione who was also fulfilling her duties as a prefect.

The two of them stopped at the same time, and Indra said in a cool voice, "What newspaper did you choose?"

"Do you think this is easy? It would be great to find someone who dares to publish it in the newspaper." Hermione seemed to be exerting all her strength when she said this.

"That's my dad's newspaper."

A sleepwalking voice came from beside Hermione.

Only then did Indra notice a girl with big eyes standing behind Hermione, with long frizzy golden brown hair, tilting her head and staring straight at her as if in a daze.

"Oh——" Indra raised his eyebrows, looking very cold.

"This is Luna Lovegood, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student." Hermione introduced.

In fact, she didn't know why Luna happened to be here.

Luna didn't care about Indra's cold and casual attitude. She still looked at her with her big, slightly protruding eyes and asked in a whisper, "Have you ever seen a Bent-Horned Snorlax?"

It was as if she had lost something called a Bent-Horned Snorlax.

Indra frowned, "What is a Snorlax?"

"A cute...shy magical animal that can fly..."

"I've told you many times, there is no Snorlax in the world!" Hermione said impatiently.

But Luna continued to Indra, "You could try ordering the next issue of The Quibbler, my dad said he might do a great article about it..."

"I will." Indra said calmly, but not for the Bent-Horned Snorlax.

Luna walked away humming.

Hermione said expressionlessly, "Naysayer. By the way, did you know that Cho and Harry are dating?"

Indra showed a teasing expression on her face, nodded and said, "I know, I saw it when I was in Hogsmeade. What's wrong?"

At the end of February, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw was underway.

The bright sunshine shines on every part of the green stadium, as well as the swaying silver and green flags.

As Ms. Hooch blew the whistle, the game came to an end. Slytherin won its second victory in the school year with a huge score difference of 280 to 70.

Indra was happy, both because Slytherin won and because the match was on a Saturday and she didn't have to make excuses to avoid Occlumency training.

Draco's eyes passed through the crowd and the enthusiastic shouts, and fell on Indra's face. His eyes were as light as the light golden hair.

Although Umbridge was also in the staff stands, Indra pressed her lips lightly with her fingertips and blew him a passionate kiss.

This does not seem suspicious, because compared to many girls who were so excited that their faces were red and dancing, she was the sensible and reserved one.

Indra's bright red and delicate lips were much more eye-catching than that of the Golden Snitch. Draco raised his eyebrows, and his cold, arrogant and deep face suddenly looked unruly and confusing.

She waited for him in the team's locker room, and they returned to the lake lounge together.

On Monday morning, many owls flew into the auditorium, most of them holding the same thing in their mouths, a copy of the Daily Prophet.

The hunt for the ten Death Eaters has been going on for more than a month. People have been providing information, but the Ministry of Magic has not caught any of them.

Everyone is anxious to know the latest situation.

Two owls flew to Indra and brought a newspaper and a magazine.

"Why did you still order this?" Draco asked in surprise.

Indra's "The Quibbler" had not been read since he bought it, and he thought she had long forgotten about this terrible magazine.

Indra didn't have time to answer Draco's question. She opened the rolled-up magazine and hesitated whether to open it directly or read the Daily Prophet first?

Was Harry's interview published?

"Hermione told me that there might be something interesting..." Indra said softly.

She thought she needed to look through the catalog to find it, but she didn't expect to see Harry's magical photo on the cover of "The Quibbler."

A line of big red characters danced on the photo:

Harry Potter finally tells the truth: The night I saw You-Know-Who come to life

The following journalist is the famous Rita Skeeter.

"This is..." Draco's eyes tightened and he said in a loud voice.

He immediately held a corner of the magazine and looked at it with Indra.

Indra didn't stop it, things had already progressed to this point anyway.

Her eyes quickly scanned the article, and her heart dropped slightly when she saw that the surname Malfoy did not appear in the names of the people accused of being Death Eaters.

The article describes how Harry and Cedric were transported to the grave of Voldemort's father when they touched the Goblet of Fire together.

Peter Pettigrew, the murderer who truly betrayed his parents and killed many Muggles and a wizard but framed Sirius, used the Avada Kedavra to kill the innocent noble warrior Cedry under the orders of the mysterious man. gram.

How those Death Eaters who were summoned crawled at the feet of the mysterious man, kissed his shoes in fear, begged for forgiveness... and tried their best to catch him...

The milk oatmeal in the bowl was already cold, but Indra and Draco had no time to eat it. Instead, they read the content of the article quickly and intently.

Draco's tense cheeks were unnaturally pale. When he saw the surnames of Goyle, Crabbe, and Nott among the names of the Death Eaters, his rapid breathing deliberately relaxed.

However, there is no father Lucius's name at the back.

Draco felt that the thing that was holding his breath disappeared. He looked at Indra with secret and complicated eyes, and found that she also breathed a sigh of relief.

Was she also worried about seeing the words Malfoy?

Although he didn't know why his father wasn't accused of being a Death Eater, this damn article reminded Draco of what was really between the two of them.

Things that he and Indra tried their best to avoid touching or mentioning.

Indra turned her head and saw Draco's face. There was a hint of distress and unreasonable guilt in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but she caught a glimpse of Umbridge walking to the Gryffindor table at some point. He stood behind Fred and Luna who were sitting together.

A pair of bulging eyes stared at Hermione, Harry and Ron.

The crisscross scars on Umbridge's face have become smoother and lighter in color under Professor Snape's potion.

She powdered her face thickly to cover up the scars that couldn't be spelled away.

However, everyone seems to always smell a strange damp smell when they are close to her.

"What are you looking at?"

The false and disobedient little girl's voice could be heard faintly, and many people secretly looked towards Gryffindor.

Indra saw envelopes in Harry's hands and owls with flying feathers on the table.

She looked over there. The hand under the table gently held Draco's hand, and he held hers firmly back.

After Umbridge learned that Harry had reported that Voldemort had been resurrected, the scars on her face turned purple, and she seemed to be twisting and trying to break free, which was extremely terrifying.

The students in the lower grades were so frightened that they did not dare to eat.

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