Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Suddenly, forty points were added!

The Gryffindors felt like they were about to vomit blood, maybe they were holding back the silent curse, their cheeks were all red.

Hermione seemed to be getting anxious, pursed her lips tightly, and stared at the tip of her staff.

Immediately afterwards, Draco also cast a silent spell to turn everyone to stone, but Chucks cheated and muttered a spell in a low voice to block it.

"It seems that our Mr. Malfoy thinks so too." Snape spread his hands and said, "Twenty points more for Slytherin."

A few minutes later, Hermione silently repelled Neville's soft-leg curse.

Professor Snape smiled slightly, "Too slow."

After taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Indra didn't have much rest time and had to continue taking Arithmancy, but with Hermione and her.

Their courses this semester have completely overlapped.

At noon, Indra did not return to the lounge at the bottom of the lake after lunch. Instead, he swept away the dishes and started doing homework directly at the table.

When it was almost time for Potions class, she returned to the dormitory, packed her things, and rushed to the underground classroom with Senna.

When going down the circular staircase to the second floor, under the green Slytherin tapestry, two tall boys also walked out from the opposite corridor.

One of them had conspicuous blonde hair that shone lightly.

Meeting those eyes, Indra paused for a moment, his eyes filled with deep autumn water.

Draco turned away his eyes first, not daring to look at her.

But for a moment I didn’t know why the four of them were standing here without speaking.

"It seems that the four of us are going to take the potion improvement class." Senna said.

Theodore said slowly and quietly, "It seems so."

Then, Indra turned around and walked downstairs without saying a word, and Senna immediately followed.

A group of people were already standing at the door of the underground classroom, and there were only twelve students coming to take the potions improvement class.

Indra saw the Gryffindor trio and Ernie, and there were four other Ravenclaws.

When the classroom door creaked open, Professor Slughorn's big belly popped out first. He greeted everyone with a smile, especially Potter and Shabini.

The classroom was filled with steam and various strange smells. Indra took a deep breath, smelled the smell in the air, and guessed what kind of potion was being brewed.

There are many large cauldrons here, with potions of different colors and textures rolling inside. There are only three long desks around them.

There is also a small black crucible on the podium.

The four Ravenclaws sat together, Ernie and the three Gryffindors sat together, and the Slytherins were supposed to sit at the same table.

Before Indra sat down, he saw clear water bubbling in the nearest cauldron.

That should be Veritaserum.

Just drink three drops and you can only answer truthfully any question you are asked.

However, Hagrid and the true giants would probably need more doses.

Occlumency can also confuse the effects of Veritaserum.

But Avada Kedavra could miss, so what could she be more harsh on?

Professor Slughorn stood on the podium, his fat figure looking a little erratic through the hot steam coming out of the crucible.

"Everyone, please take out your copper balance, crucible, medicine bag and "Advanced Potion Making" textbook..."

Indra took out the potions equipment and arranged them one by one according to custom. Harry and Ron on the Gryffindor table said at this time that they did not expect to be able to attend Potions class, so they had nothing prepared.

Professor Slughorn asked them to go to the storage cabinet to get one copy back, and after getting them two old textbooks, he started talking.

"Students, welcome to my Potions class. Before the official class begins, I have prepared several potions for you to open your eyes. By the time you complete this school year's courses, you should be able to make something like this. These You may not have seen the contents of the crucible, but you must have heard of it. Who can tell me what kind of potion this is?"

Slughorn asked, pointing to the cauldron closest to the Slytherin table.

Indra sat quietly and motionless, watching the transparent potion churning in the cauldron.

She should really push Draco in and make him tell her why.

It was Hermione's voice in the classroom answering Slughorn's question.

"...Veritaserum...colorless and odorless..."

The steam from the boiling potion in another crucible filled the classroom, and seemed to have finally reached Indra.

She began to smell something that made her feel happy and intoxicated.

Fluffy cake...sweet cream...and...

Indra was stunned. She also smelled a warm, familiar light fragrance, as if Draco's neck was right in front of her nose, and there was also a bit of the smell of his hair.

She lowered her eyes, and the skin under her ears and connected to her mandible slowly became warm.

Of course Indra knew that she smelled a love potion.

Draco was involuntarily taking a deep breath.

He smelled a warm, haunting fragrance, the scent of Indra.

When he buried himself in the crook of her neck and sniffed deeply against her warm and soft skin, he could smell this vague fragrance, which made him feel itchy from the seams of her bones.

He missed her so much.

Draco felt that he would not be able to attend class properly if Slughorn had to place such a cauldron filled with love potion in the classroom every class.

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"Very well, a well-deserved twenty points to Miss Granger's Gryffindor."

At some point, Hermione had finished answering several of Slughorn's questions.

"Of course, love potions cannot actually create love. Love cannot be manufactured or imitated. Love potions can only lead to intense obsession."

Slughorn said seriously, "This is probably the most powerful and dangerous potion in this classroom. Never underestimate the power of possessed infatuation..."

Theodore was now nodding slowly and slightly.

Possessed by a demonic infatuation?

Draco Malfoy probably drank half the Black Lake's worth of love potion.

The task of this lesson is to make a living hell potion, a powerful sleeping potion based on the content on page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making".

Those who do the best will be rewarded, which is a potion boiling in the small black cauldron on the podium that flows like gold.

Felixir.

A small bottle can bring good luck for twelve hours.

But if you drink too much, you will become arrogant, irritable, and even poisoned.

Everyone began to work hard, concentrating on playing with the crucible, preparing the medicinal materials, and flipping through the textbooks.

Everyone wants to get that bottle of elixir.

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It was crackling outside.

I will go into battle with my disposable wand!