Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Slater leads the boy's dormitory.

Malfoy was lying on the bed, his hands resting on the back of his head, his gray-blue eyes like glass beads fixed on the dark green tent above his head, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly without realizing it. He repeatedly recalled in his mind the look on Indra's face that was confused, uneasy and confused, and finally turned into disappointment and hurt.

After the anger disappeared, bits and pieces of the past came back again. Anne of the Carlo family would definitely tell Indra the meaning of what he had not finished saying that day... A huge panic enveloped him, making him He couldn't help but want to get up and rush into the girls' dormitory to take back those words.

But the education he received for more than ten years brought him back to the edge of reason. The Malfoy family did not have any contact with Muggle-born wizards. If his father knew about it, he would break his legs.

He turned over irritably and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

The next morning Master Malfoy looked listless, and his handsome and noble face was gloomy. When they were still in the Slytherin lounge, Crabbe asked Malfoy doubtfully why he didn't go with Indra today. You must know that the two of them had been in love before, and neither he nor Goyle was happy to be around them. Stay. But the oriental food brought by Grandma Indra is very delicious. I don’t know what magic is used to make it.

"Don't mention her again!" Malfoy walked quickly with a roll of newspapers in his hand, the golden light reflected from his hair appearing and disappearing in the dark basement.

"She's a Muggle wizard!"

Crabbe was so fat that he couldn't see his facial features, and his face showed deep confusion and resistance, while Goyle let out an obviously regretful "Ah..." Wouldn't it be that he wouldn't be able to eat delicious food in the future?

Malfoy stopped and turned around slightly, squinting his cold eyes and saying, "What, you can't bear to part with me? What's wrong with you?"

Indra went to the auditorium with Senna, and was intercepted by Hermione and Ron outside the foyer, who pulled her to a secluded corner. Ron reluctantly said sorry to Indra, and then spat out a small slug. Indra's eyes widened and he opened his mouth. No wonder he was holding a small bucket.

"...Are you okay, Indra, I'm sorry, I should have stopped Ron, did Malfoy do anything..." Hermione hesitated, looking at Indra's face that was as white as frost. She felt guilty and blamed Ron's impulsive behavior on herself, thinking that it was her own problem that had brought trouble to Indra's life.

"This is not your problem," Indra shook her head, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. She didn't want to discuss this topic too much, so the three of them walked to the long tables in their respective colleges to have breakfast.

In the next two days, everyone noticed something strange about Indra and Draco. The two no longer sat together for classes and meals. Even the Potions class was far away, and they acted as if they couldn't see each other when they met. He didn't say a word, but it was always filled with the awkward smell of gunpowder.

In the Potions class with Gryffindor on Friday afternoon, Professor Snape taught everyone how to make a healing potion using water, wormwood, unicorn tail hair and white grass, which can be used when there is no way to use the Healing Charm. Healing wounds, like when you cut your hand with a kitchen knife in the kitchen during the holidays.

Indra has long been familiar with the formula and ingredients of this potion, but he just suffers from the fact that he does not have such rare materials as unicorn tail hair. She held a tuft of white and smooth unicorn tail hair, quietly hid it in her sleeve, and then put it in her robe. This is spare material.

Before get out of class ended, Professor Snape flicked his wand, and everyone's healing potion test sheets flew up like snowflakes, whether they were finished or in progress, and were automatically placed neatly on his desk. Then let the potion class representatives from the two colleges collect the practical application experience of the 4,000-word potion assigned on Wednesday. There is no doubt that the Potions class representative of Gryffindor is the intelligent Miss Granger elected by themselves, while the Slytherin class representative is Indra who is defaulted by Professor Snape.

"Sir, I don't think a Muggle-born wizard is qualified to be Slytherin's Potions representative."

An abrupt sound like a sliding snake sounded amidst the rustling sounds of everyone rummaging through their homework, and then the entire cold underground classroom became silent.

She is Miss Daphne of Greengrass. She comes from an ancient pure-blood family. She has a strong dislike and sense of superiority towards Muggle-born wizards. She is also a member of Pansy's small group.

"Perhaps you should get your Potions class to the top of your grade first. I believe it might work if you pray to your pureblood every day from now on."

Indra checked whether he had brought the correct homework book, curled his lips, and spoke quickly in a cold voice from his pale red lips.

There were several popping sounds in the classroom, like a deflated balloon.

"You...!" Daphne Greengrass's face suddenly turned red, her eyes red with anger and she gritted her teeth.

Hermione gasped, doing this might offend the other pure-blood wizards in Slytherin! And she was as masterful at sarcasm and sarcasm as if she was possessed by Snape. If the selection criteria for Slytherin's Potions class representative were sarcastic, Hermione believed that Indra would also win.

Ron whispered to his two companions, "If it works, I will be the first to do it."

There was no expression on Professor Snape's face, and his dark eyes were still as deep and gloomy as a pool of stagnant water. He looked at everyone indifferently, and the classroom immediately fell silent. He spoke slowly, with his usual frightening pauses and smooth tone.

"What gave you the courage to question it in my class, Miss Greengrass?"

"Miss Indra, I really hope you are so confident in your overall performance. Am I right, Miss Granger? Now, don't let me hear any more questions, or the next homework will be increased ten times. .all of you."

Indra stood up in a bad mood and collected her homework one by one. Malfoy's gray-blue eyes followed her and he held the homework book in one hand. Indra stared at his pale and delicate face with a small fire in her eyes, refusing to let anyone go. She reached for Draco Malfoy's homework, and then pulled it out of his hand with force, obviously he was holding it on purposely.

After class, unexpectedly, Professor Snape left Indra behind. In the past, as long as there were Gryffindors in the class, Slytherin students never had to worry about being detained and the cleaning was always a mess. classroom. Harry and Ron clenched their fists secretly and lamented that they had escaped today because they were regular users of cleaning up messes.

Indra was collecting his cauldrons, copper scales, and various jars containing sticky, unknown liquids of various colors and textures. She raised her head when she heard Professor Snape's voice, her eyes were a little surprised and she answered very calmly.

"Yes, Professor"