Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Walple? Oh, it looks like your friend is troubled."

Slughorn obviously also saw that Xueni couldn't control his fangs, and his tone was a bit serious.

"I'll take him to deal with it. We brought a blood pack. Don't worry, there will be no problem." Walple said quickly.

Xue Ni suddenly said in shock, "I like her."

Draco wanted to drown him in verbena concentrate.

But he was actually very calm in his heart and didn't take this vampire seriously at all.

"You're just hungry. Hungry doesn't mean love..." Walple said without any refutation.

He quickly dragged Xueni away. Before leaving, Xueni reluctantly looked back at Indra.

Indra raised her eyebrows as usual, obviously those words did not leave any trace on her.

"Charming ladies are courted in all kinds of ways," Slughorn said with a smile.

"Well, maybe we should take a walk and talk together. Severus, you have taught two very good students."

Slughorn forcibly pulled Snape, who was not very active, in one direction, not forgetting to ask Indra and Draco to follow him.

"Try this mince pie. It's very delicious. It's a long-lost recipe."

They passed a three-story tower-shaped dining table, and Slughorn pointed to the tall plates of pies.

Each pie was large, and Indra's wand was used to break it into small pieces using a cutting spell.

"Excellent spell talent!" Slughorn praised without hesitation.

Professor Trelawney's voice seemed to be heard from the front, faintly and lowly.

She seemed to be asking Harry why he didn't come to her Divination class.

"Oh, it seems very lively over there, let's go over and have a look." Slughorn said.

Indra and Draco followed, holding hands.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna were all here, and Professor Trelawney was standing face to face with them, holding a bottle of sherry in her hand.

"Sybil, we all think that our classes are the most important, but Harry's talent in potions is just like his mother's! I have only taught a few students with such high talents, and of course there are many this year..."

Slughorn walked next to Professor Trelawney and took another sip of mead, not forgetting to glance at Indra and Draco.

"But Harry, Sybil, I can tell you that even Severus—"

Indra and Draco curled their lips downward in a similar arc at the same time, with particularly cute expressions.

Which of Slughorn's eyes could see that Potter had such a talent?

However, his recent performance is indeed a bit strange, as if he has been possessed.

Slughorn reached out and hooked Snape out of the dark air under Harry's horrified eyes.

"Stop being sneaky, Severus, come talk to us! You have taught so many outstanding students!"

Snape squinted at Potter, "Funny, I never felt like I taught Potter anything."

Indra smiled secretly, looked at Draco, and the two calmly stepped back and ran away.

The snowflakes outside were tapping silently on the window, and the two of them walked and wandered around among the chattering crowd.

Indra saw Ogden's aged firewhiskey on a large silver plate floating past, so she picked up two glasses and gave Draco one.

"I haven't had a drink yet."

Draco: "You won't like it. It's a bit spicy and salty, but this one has a fruity flavor. You can try it."

Of course he knew that Indra usually liked sweet and sour drinks, thick milk or bitter coffee.

"When did you secretly drink it behind my back?" Indra narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him.

Underage wizards are not allowed to drink, and of course now they are violating the rules openly.

Draco looked away guiltily and awkwardly, but he actually enjoyed the feeling of Indra questioning him.

"Occasionally someone would bring drinks from the Three Broomsticks or the Hog's Head in the dressing room, and I'd only had a little."

His bright gray-blue eyes were extremely sincere.

Indra snorted softly, raised her eyebrows and clinked glasses with him seductively, making a clear and sweet sound.

The wine in the glass is reddish amber, like flowing fire.

Draco raised his chin slightly and took a sip, keeping his gray-blue eyes fixed on Indra.

Sure enough, she frowned and thought it tasted bad, but her lips turned bright red.

"What do you think your Animagus is?" Draco asked, thinking of today's Transfiguration class.

Indra put down the whiskey and took another glass of eggnog.

"Fire dragon? A wizard's Animagus is usually the same as his Patronus."

"Indra Charmander." Draco said with a gentle smile.

Indra's eyes flashed softly. She originally resisted turning into an animal, but suddenly she was no longer so strong.

"Then you are Draco Red-crowned Crane..." Indra chuckled.

"I don't want to turn into an animal -" She put her arm around Draco's waist and said coquettishly with her lips pursed.

"why?"

"It's weird. I'm worried that it's not me anymore."

"Hmm - no, it's just a physical transformation. I like whatever you become."

"Would you like it if you turned into a caterpillar?"

"...Well, I like it. But how did you become a caterpillar."

The conversation between the two gradually became childish.

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The next day, the students who were going home for the holidays took their luggage and got on the carriage to Hogsmeade train station.

Indra and Draco began their second Christmas holiday at Hogwarts.

She moved her things to Draco's dormitory in the afternoon, which was much closer than the bathroom.

The two decorated the place a little before Christmas.

The fireplace in the room burned with a warm flame.

Indra placed a small Christmas tree in the corner, decorated with mistletoe garlands, copper bells, and crystal clear snowflakes of different shapes.

There are also many origami cranes and small fire dragons folded from golden sequined paper hanging on the bedside rails of the four-poster bed.

There was a large carpet surrounding the Christmas tree, and now the two of them were sitting here, opening their own Christmas presents.

Old Mrs. Mendesse sent gifts to both of them, including double pairs of plush hats and scarves, as well as many delicious foods.

Draco took out a new sweater, coat, shirt, plush socks, and a magic building block Charmander that could hold his arms full from a pile of gift boxes given by Indra.

Draco's eyes suddenly lit up, and he put Charmander on his lap and touched it here and there.

"Be careful, if the boss says you spell it wrong, that block will burst into flames."

"What is this?" Indra squinted his eyes and took out a roll.

She pulled open the box with the number 25 on the castle calendar that Draco had given her.