Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The second-year students in the classroom packed up their things and left one after another. Draco was fiddling with things absentmindedly with one hand. Young Master Malfoy is actually a bit of a germaphobe. The things on his workbench are always arranged in an orderly manner. When adding various ingredients and cooking things, they are always just right so that they don't spill out. If there are any, they are wiped off immediately.

But he had the intention of messing up his desk and letting her clean it up, just like he did every time he teased Potter or Weasley, but in the end he snorted and strode out of the classroom.

When Indra stood up, he quickly glanced behind him, and there was no one in that seat. She used a purging spell to clean various pharmaceutical tools, and then put them back into the large cabinets on both sides of the classroom.

Professor Snape was on the podium correcting the lab sheets they had filled out after completing the potions. From time to time he made a tsk-tsk sound of boredom, and the black crow quill in his hand flicked rapidly.

"Professor Snape, do you think Muggle-born people can learn magic?" Indra raised her head and asked.

She has been thinking about this question for a long time, and it is not a doubt, because she does not think that blood can affect the ability of a wizard at all, let alone deprive a person of the right to learn magic.

She just wanted to know Professor Snape's answer. In fact, it was different from the Gryffindors, but of course their reasons were understandable. Indra likes Professor Snape quite a lot now. Maybe people tend to be favored. In short, Professor Snape is very good to Slytherin students and will even protect them unconditionally. Moreover, she is very knowledgeable about potions and has a wealth of knowledge. No matter what question she asks, she can always get answers that make her enlightened.

"Oh, if I had a job in the Admissions Office at Hogwarts, I think I'd be happy to answer your question."

Professor Snape looked at her and pointed the feather tail of the quill in his hand toward the door of the underground classroom, telling her to get out.

The next day was Halloween. After the grand dinner, the teams returning to their respective college lounges encountered Gryffindor's Harry, Ron and Hermione in the corridor, as well as the seemingly dead Ron hanging on the wall. Mrs. Liz.

Filch's cat, Lady Norris, is petrified by unknown dark magic. The legendary secret chamber that can only be opened by the heir of Slytherin and the legend of the purge against Muggle wizards have left the entire magic school in a restless atmosphere.

But the Quidditch match went on as scheduled in the heavy rain, and everyone crowded into the high stands, wearing their own rain gear to watch.

The wind kept blowing large raindrops and splashed in front of her face. Indra wiped the rainwater that was about to flow into her eyes and looked at the Quidditch pitch shrouded in gray clouds and heavy rain, with dark green and scarlet figures. Moving at high speed, the soaked robe was flipping. Slytherin was already several goals ahead, and loud cheers erupted around him.

Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy on the high platform opposite had expressions on their faces, as if it was a sunny day.

Draco Malfoy sneered as he watched the tragic scene of Harry being hit by the Quaffle. Rain kept dripping from his neat blond hair and pale face. The cold gray-blue eyes under his brows were particularly eye-catching.

"Are you doing ballet, Potter!"

He laughed twice, and then thought about what happened last time when he competed for the Quidditch pitch, and he suddenly became angry. The jersey he wore was heavy and clinging to his body, cold and wet. The roar of the rainstorm covered up the sound of the Golden Snitch flapping its wings at high speed. He did not realize that it was hovering behind his head.

While Harry was awkwardly avoiding the Quaffle that was hitting him like crazy, he made up his mind and slowly moved closer to Malfoy. He had already seen the Golden Snitch.

But suddenly, Malfoy pressed forward and slammed into him on his broomstick. Harry was caught off guard and had no time to react. With a bang, Malfoy almost knocked him down with the broom, but then the Quaffle's second attack came again and hit him hard.

Malfoy just wanted to take this opportunity to teach Harry a lesson. He had already blamed the Gryffindor trio as the root cause of breaking up with Indra. Although in fact this is just a fuse, the current young master Malfoy has not thought that much, nor has he understood it so clearly.

Harry fell quickly amidst exclamations. Professor McGonagall in the stands suddenly stood up worriedly, while Lucius had a smile on his frightened face. Malfoy had already caught a glimpse of the Golden Snitch when he turned around. He lowered his eyes to the ground, then rode his broom as fast as lightning to catch the Golden Snitch.

The first official Quidditch match of the second school year ended with Slytherin's crushing victory.

Malfoy's long blond hair was spread out on the back of his neck. He held the Golden Snitch high in his hand, his delicate little face was full of joy and joy, and he was riding a broomstick like a dragon tumbling in the rain. He looked towards the stands where Slytherins gathered but could not find that familiar face, so his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked a little ugly.

Huh... I'm not going to see Potter with Granger.

Lucius Malfoy was chatting with Professor Snape when he came down from the stands. When he landed, he wanted to find his son but was told that he had gone to the infirmary!

Madam Poppy Pomfrey in the school infirmary was busy making bone spirit for Harry. The poor boy had lost all his bones due to Lockhart. She didn't even glance at Draco Malfoy on the other bed and said quickly, "Mr. Malfoy, there is nothing wrong with you at all. You can leave now."

Malfoy was lying on the white hospital bed, holding his stomach in pain and screaming out. But he had already changed into dry clothes, and his freshly washed light blond hair was loose and soft, unlike Harry who was surrounded by everyone in the hospital bed opposite, and was still wet and covered in mud.

Malfoy shouted angrily while squinting one eye and looking at the door. Sitting next to his hospital bed were Goyle and Crabbe, as well as Montague and Pusey, the Chasers of the Quidditch team, two handsome senior boys.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that his father was the school director and sponsored the latest broomstick for the team, and they caught the Golden Snitch today, they really wouldn't want to serve this young master here. This would be a waste of time.

Malfoy just noticed someone coming at the door, and when he ouched twice, he realized it was his father. He strode into the ward with his jeweled cane, and after walking around the end of the bed, he realized that Draco was pretending to be sick when in fact nothing was wrong.

Lucius raised his cane and knocked on the end of the bed. His long and drawn-out voice sounded threatening: "De-la-co"

Malfoy curled his lips secretly, put away the expression on his face, sat up and called his father.

Lucius glanced at Harry with a gloomy and slightly arrogant look, and waved to Draco to follow him out.