Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Indra, did you really write a letter to Professor Snape during the summer vacation?!" Anne Carlo sat opposite the black-haired girl and leaned forward to ask in surprise. After all, although their dean blatantly favored them, he still That was only aimed at other houses, especially Gryffindor, but even behind closed doors, he was taught a lesson.

Annie has short curly blond hair and is very cute. The dormitory is next to Indra, and she lives with Millicent.

"I also received a reply," Senna added.

Indra made a shushing gesture and said anxiously: "Stop talking, I will be finished if Professor Snape hears it! He will definitely ridicule me severely."

"Unless you teach us what Professor Snape taught you, this matter will be ruined," Anne said slyly.

Indra pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, "Okay... don't mention it again!" She shouldn't have told Senna.

There were different textbooks on the table. The three of them chatted for a while and then got into a study mode. They were very angry because they didn't win the Academy Cup last year.

A man rushed into the library with a windy walk. The distinctive Slytherin Quidditch robe on his body attracted the attention of many people, but what attracted more attention was the young man's charming and solemn pale face.

Draco walked straight to the place where Indra often went in the complicated library. The girl with long black wavy hair was leaning on the table with a focused expression, her long eyelashes were hanging down, and her straight nose was particularly obvious. His pace slowed down slightly but he still strode over, pulled the girl across from her away and sat down on his own.

Anne exclaimed and turned around angrily to see that the little devil had restrained himself. "What are you doing Malfoy!"

"Get out, you two" Draco turned his head and said fiercely, looking at Senna and Annie.

"Draco!" Indra was shocked by this turn of events and immediately let go of the quill in his hand and stood up.

There was a hint of hesitation in Senna's eyes, she put away her books and winked at Annie: "Let's go first."

Indra watched them disappear into the bookshelf around the corner before sitting down and looking at Draco with a bad expression. He was still wearing a green jersey and brown protective gear on his arms. This was the first time she saw him. Wear it, it looks good. Involuntarily weakened by his rude anger, Indra stood up and walked around the table to pull him up and looked him up and down: "It's pretty good-looking."

Draco was fighting with heaven and earth in his mind, angry and anxious, and the words of inquiry slipped down his throat again. He couldn't wait to know the answer, but he was afraid of hearing the answer he didn't want. Subconsciously, he was pulled up obediently. Draco was undoubtedly happy to hear those four words, but this made him even more angry. He grabbed Indra's wrist with such force that she frowned slightly.

"Are your parents wizards, or whoever..."

Indra was stunned for a moment and looked into Draco's gray-blue eyes. He was a little abnormal, as if he was expecting her to say yes, but she just paused and said softly, "No, it's just me...what's wrong?"

Draco's whole body was as cold and stiff as if he had been hit by a freezing spell. He looked at Indra intently, anger looming on his pale face, as if he had received a huge blow.

"No wonder you and Granger are good friends...because you are both...all..."

Draco's lips trembled and he gritted his teeth, but those three words couldn't be said, and they didn't even appear in his mind. With his face red and white, he threw away Indra's hand and turned away.

It's so ridiculous. He called Granger a Mudblood while he had been friends with a Muggle-born wizard for more than a year. They were all secretly laughing at him! The young master of the Malfoy family, a staunch supporter of the pure-blood theory!

"Draco!" Indra didn't understand what was going on at all. She was confused and uneasy. She grabbed Draco's arm and pulled it back hard. "What's wrong! You..."

"If you don't know, ask your MacMillan roommate!" Draco said angrily.

Indra grabbed his collar and said coldly, suppressing his anger, "I want you to speak for yourself!"

Draco took a step closer, looked into her light brown eyes and said, "Because you are a Muggle-born wizard, and the Malfoy family never associates with Muggle-born wizards!"

Indra froze suddenly, her blank gaze lingering on Draco's face for two seconds. Her grip on the skirt of the jersey loosened slightly, and she suddenly let go, turned around, picked up the book on the table, and strode away.

Draco watched Indra walk away from him. He showed an irritated and confused expression, took off his robe and threw it on the chair.

When Indra came out of the library, her lips were tightly closed and her expression was cold, but her fair cheeks and eyes were slightly red. She strode towards the Slytherin lounge.

Blaise saw Indra coming in alone from outside, "Draco was looking for you just now."

But Indra walked away without even looking at him, and anyone could tell that she was not in a good mood.

"What's wrong?" Blaise curled his lips inexplicably.

Theodore said in his usual slow and weak voice, "Maybe there was another quarrel..."

After a while, Draco also strode past them angrily and returned to the dormitory.

As soon as Indra arrived at the dormitory, she saw the silver lampstand and immediately stuffed it into the corner of the closet out of sight, along with the colorful candies in the glass jar.

Draco returned to the dormitory and was halfway through changing into his jersey. When he saw the beige stuffed bear next to the bed, he immediately opened the closet door, threw it in and slammed it shut.

The Great Hall during the evening meal was the most crowded and lively time of the day, but strangely, neither Indra nor Draco were there today. Hermione looked around for a moment near the gathering of Slytherin students, and walked away with some worry. .

When Indra was sitting at the desk, preparing to study the spell book she bought from a grocery store in Diagon Alley using five bronze Knuts, she habitually touched the wand to light the lamp, paused and then immediately Phoenix Feather Core's wand was put back. The magic lamp was no longer on the corner of the table. Indra touched his eyebrows impatiently, stood up and moved a wax stand from somewhere else.

Opening the old and yellowed thin book, Indra was very interested in a magic spell called the Disappearance Curse. After learning it, she could hide her body for a certain period of time, so that she could ban books. Moving around, she had been interested in the closed area, but Mr. Filch and Mrs. Pince looked too closely.

Looking at the pages of the book, she found it difficult to concentrate.

Mudblood.

Indra had figured out the whole story of what happened and the profound meaning of this word from Terence and Anne's narration and explanation.

Muggle-born wizards with dirty and low-blooded blood. Pure-blood families with a long history like Malfoy regard Muggle-born wizards as a shame and not worthy of learning magic.

How ridiculous, it seemed that the memory she had with Draco was just a brief mistake, a mistake caused by his negligence.

Indra's expression looked a little bitter.

"The spell is too difficult," Indra said to herself as she smoothed her unconsciously rolled-up footers with her fingers.