Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"But, I saw him at Bojinbok in Knockturn Alley. He was buying something there." Harry said anxiously.

It was indeed impossible for him to like the old bat.

Originally, when he overheard nothing in the Slytherin box, he also felt that it was impossible for Draco to be chosen as a Death Eater by Voldemort.

He is only sixteen years old.

But by chance Draco broke up with Indra.

In the box, Shabini said that Indra was wrong to dump Draco. It was probably Draco who broke up with Indra because he had the Death Eater mark on his body.

Harry had no doubt that Draco had deep feelings for Indra.

"Yes! We occasionally go there to buy things." Indra said coldly without looking back.

"No one makes people worry..."

Indra muttered to himself angrily and walked past Filch who was mopping the floor. He glanced at her somewhat cautiously, as if he thought the words were familiar.

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During the night patrol on Thursday night, Indra wandered around the castle alone, routinely sending every student who stayed outside after curfew back to the lounge.

When Indra passed by the sixth floor, she slowly walked outside the prefect's bathroom that she and Draco had decorated as their home.

She paused outside for a moment, then turned and went downstairs.

Maybe the current situation is really tense. Most of the corridors are empty, looking empty and gloomy.

When Indra saw the stone beast not far away, he realized that he had reached the third floor.

Just as she was about to walk past, the stone beast jumped away automatically, revealing the entrance to the principal's office.

The walls of the half-spiral stone staircase passage were illuminated by the yellow light of torches.

Indra was stunned for a moment and stopped.

She felt that this was Dumbledore's intention and that he was inviting her up.

But why?

Indra walked in, and the stone beast behind him immediately jumped back, and the spiral stone staircase under his feet began to rotate and rise.

Indra has never been to the principal's office. It is a spacious and bright circular office. It is very beautiful and filled with many interesting things that she has never seen before.

Some of the strange silverware placed on the spindly-legged table made humorous little noises, and some even spun and puffed out puffs of smoke.

There are many portraits hanging on the walls, some with people, some without people, and I don’t know where they went.

Indra just took a quick glance and didn't have time to take a closer look, because there was an old man with a long silver beard sitting behind the desk.

Dumbledore.

He wears a purple nightgown with lots of silver stars and moons on it, and a matching nightcap.

"Please sit down, Indra." Dumbledore pointed to the chair in front of the desk with a gentle smile, "Would you like some lemon tea?"

Indra was not sure what kind of riddle Dumbledore was playing. After a slight hesitation, Indra slowly sat on the chair and said, "Professor, you asked me to come up..."

"Yes, I'm glad you accepted the invitation." Dumbledore pushed a delicate and small ceramic enamel cup in front of Indra. There were golden lemon slices in the deep red to black tea.

"Thank you." Indra picked it up and took a sip. It was sweet and sour, slightly bitter, and delicious.

"It's great to be young, you can still feel the hurt of love." Dumbledore suddenly sighed and looked at Indra with a gentle smile, "I noticed that you didn't go on night patrol with Draco. .”

The clear blue eyes behind half-moon lenses seem to see through everything.

Indra was completely stunned, a trace of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes, and then became dull again. He squeezed the cup in his hand and said, "I don't want to feel this...and why should we hurt the people we love?"

"No, Indra, you don't understand the true meaning of this sentence." Dumbledore smiled tolerantly and kindly, "This is precisely because you are still too young and have too many opportunities to love."

There was still a trace of fog in Indra's eyes, and she seemed to understand a little, but not completely.

"I also once wanted to save a boy who went astray, tried my best and gave everything I had, but I failed."

Dumbledore said, with a gentle and calm smile on his face, an expression that had been repaired by time and accumulated by experience.

"But you still have time. You are much luckier than us and other people. Because Draco loves you, you can influence his choice."

Indra's eyes suddenly turned red, filled with tears, "You can also see that he loves me?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "This sentence is just showing off."

Draco's concealment and Dumbledore's reminder made Indra more and more certain that something had happened to him.

Maybe Voldemort punished Draco for Lucius' failure and blackmailed him...

Fear, heartache, powerlessness.

"Please save him..."

Indra choked with sobs, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes and spread over her cheeks.

Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, put his hands on the table and touched his fingertips together, his expression became serious and serious.

"Indra, maybe I haven't told you, but I have always insisted on this conclusion. Love is the greatest magic in the world. You are the only one who can save Draco, do you understand?"

The vision in front of him was blurred by tears. Before Indra could speak,

A clear chirp suddenly sounded from behind, followed by a slight flapping of wings.

Indra turned her head to look, and a gorgeous set of golden and red wings came into her sight. A beautiful big bird hovered above its head with a long tail, and there were golden and red flame patterns on its head.

It turned out to be a phoenix.

Ollivander once told Indra that the core of her blackthorn wand was a phoenix feather, but the phoenix it belonged to had been long dead.

Dumbledore also looked at the phoenix and said softly: "Oh, Fawkes... Only the most sincere love and loyalty can move it."

Phoenix Fox flew towards Indra and actually perched on her lap.

Those dazzling golden eyes stared at Indra's tear-stained cheeks, and unexpectedly began to gather large drops of pearl-like tears.

"Indra, collect it quickly..." Dumbledore reminded.

Indra knew that the phoenix's tears had a powerful healing effect, but this was Dumbledore's bird after all.

After waiting for Dumbledore's permission, she immediately took out a glass bottle from her robe and collected all the tears that had flowed on the gorgeous feathers into the bottle.

"Thank you, Fox?" Indra wiped her tears and touched the phoenix's feathers.

Fox chirped loudly and flew back to the shelf behind the door.

When Indra left, Dumbledore suddenly said gently, "The blond boy is indeed charming, isn't he?"

She was stunned for a moment, keenly feeling that something was wrong. The emotion contained in this sentence was very unusual.

Dumbledore stood in a position of equal communication, as if he himself felt it deeply.

Indra thought back to the person that Dumbledore could not bring back despite all his efforts.

"You..." Love him?

She only said one word, and Dumbledore waved his wand gently, and the stone door of the office opened, indicating that it was time for Indra to leave.

"Go back and remember what I said. Love is the greatest magic in the world."

The spiral stone staircase sent Indra down, and the stone beast jumped away.

Is love the greatest magic in the world?

Indra thought, absentmindedly walking back to the empty corridor.

But Dumbledore said that he could not save the boy, the boy with blond hair like Draco.

She suddenly had a strong curiosity and impulse to go to the library and look through the life records of Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century.

In the principal's office, as soon as Indra left, the sleeping portraits on the wall came to life and started buzzing.

"Slytherin..." An old man shook his head and sighed.

"I remember Narcissa and Lucius were like this back then. They had a deep relationship since they were students..."

"I have said before that feelings are superfluous. Excellent Slytherins are always bound by it. Snape is like this, and this little girl is like this..."

A wizard with a goatee, wearing his iconic silver and green clothing, said angrily.

"Phineas, even a shrewd Slytherin will ignore the gains and losses because of love." Dumbledore said to a wizard.

The wizard named Phineas stood in the portrait with his hands behind his back and raised his neck and said, "Yet you are using her to restrain the Malfoy child."

"Only an idiot would think that was taking advantage." A witch with silver curly hair that swept the floor said angrily.

Dumbledore said nonchalantly, "I want to save a child's innocent soul."

Phineas snorted, "Call the Malfoy boy next time and let me take a look."

Professor Snape still lives in the underground office and has not been changed out. The Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor is now Professor Slughorn's.

Indra took a stack of Defense Against the Dark Arts homework to the underground office. This feeling was novel, because she usually brought everyone's Potions class homework with her.

Now she has become the student representative of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, because only Professor Snape has always had this rule of summoning people.

However, Slughorn actually followed Professor Snape's habit of selecting student representatives, and she and Hermione now had one more subject to do errands for.

Indra walked into the underground office. As usual, there were many bottles and jars of potions piled here.