Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"We can cast the Imperius Curse on two students, let one of them drink it by mistake, and the other will wait until the bezoar is stuffed into his throat. How about that?"

Draco's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of this good idea, lowered his head and whispered in Indra's ear.

Indra thought about it and found that it was indeed feasible, but they had used the Unforgivable Curse a little more recently.

She turned her head and kissed Draco on the lips as if to praise, "Then do this."

Which unlucky guy should you choose?

Indra: "Melinda Bobin from Ravenclaw's family runs a large chain pharmacy. She is good at potions. She was in class that day, so she must be familiar with the efficacy of bezoar. Maybe we can let her and McLagan came together to help us complete this plan.”

These are all people from the Slug Club. As for Marcus Belby, who is in the same school as Melinda Bobin, he has been kicked out by Slughorn because he is not familiar with his famous uncle.

Otherwise, he is a suitable candidate.

But before Indra and Draco could find a chance to act, they got the news that Ron accidentally drank poisoned wine in Slughorn's office and was sent to the school hospital.

Chabini was diagonally opposite and said happily: "Yesterday, Professor Slughorn invited me to taste pure wine at his place in the afternoon. Fortunately, I haven't been able to go yet..."

Indra paused while chewing honey-roasted potatoes. She slowly raised her head and looked at Draco.

Why is it him?

Hermione would kill me if she knew it.

Draco's eyes were also filled with shock. Before he could take action, the mission was successfully completed.

"How is Weasley?" Indra asked just slightly curiously.

Shabini: "I heard it's nothing serious. I was just in a coma for a while."

Ron's poisoning was not as sensational as Lavender's injury, perhaps because not many people saw it, and he was quickly treated and put into a safe period.

And because of this unexpected incident, the day when Draco was going to show off to Dumbledore was also forced to advance.

He could no longer endure such uneasy waiting.

Will Dumbledore accept his cooperation? Would you forgive a Death Eater who tried to hurt others?

The two were patrolling the castle at night after curfew. The corridor was empty. In a dark and quiet corner, two figures hugged each other quietly.

"Do you really don't want me to go with you?" Indra leaned into Draco's arms and said uneasily and lost.

"Yes..." Draco swallowed the next syllables and kissed her.

"I need to go alone to let Dumbledore see my determination. And...if he questions me and blames me, I don't want you to hear..."

Draco whispered honestly.

Even without Snape as an undercover agent, he would have chosen this way.

"It's okay." Indra hugged his neck tightly, "Then I'll wait for you in the marble room."

Draco: "Okay."

Indra stood at the stone railing and watched Draco go down the spiral staircase. Before he entered a corridor on the third floor, he turned to smile at her.

Pale golden hair and light gray-blue eyes shine in the darkness.

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Draco stared at the stone beast until he reached it.

He stood here in silence and apprehension for a moment, and said firmly, "I want to see Dumbledore."

But the stone beast was just as silent as he was just now,

He said again, "I want to see Dumbledore!"

But the stone beast remained unresponsive.

Draco felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he stood here stubbornly.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a short moment, but the stone beast in front of Draco suddenly jumped away.

The wall behind split in half, revealing a spiral stone staircase that continued to rise, somewhat like the escalators Draco had seen in the Muggle world.

He immediately stepped forward and stepped on it. The stone stairs continued to rise, leading him to a shiny oak door.

The door was slightly ajar, with bright light coming from inside. Draco stared at the door for a moment, then pushed it open and walked in.

The room was very bright, there were some strange silver instruments on the table, and there were many framed portraits of previous principals on the wall, all of whom seemed to be sleeping soundly.

From a mirror hanging on the wall, Draco saw a very beautiful big bird with golden and red feathers perched behind the door. Its head was hidden under its wings and it was dozing.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, looking at himself through half-moon-shaped lenses with eyes that were so calm and elusive.

"Draco, tell me why you are here. I saw you standing downstairs and thought you were just passing by, but you kept standing there, so I thought it would be better to ask you to come up and sit."

But Draco didn't sit down. His throat was hard and his eyes were cold.

"I made it. The opal necklace and the poisoned wine that put Weasley in the hospital were all made by me."

There was a brief silence in the room, but someone in the portrait frame on the wall seemed to quietly open his eyes and prick up his ears.

"Ah -", Dumbledore nodded, "I know it's you, Draco, I know, but maybe there's another person helping you?"

Draco's whole body trembled visibly, and his gray-blue eyes shone brightly, "I asked her to do this! This has nothing to do with Indra..."

Dumbledore said gently, "I know that the most irresistible temptation in the world is not money, fame or fortune, but the request of your lover, and sometimes there is no need to ask. Do you agree?"

Draco nodded dumbly.

His hands clenched involuntarily, as if what he said next made him feel uncontrollable fear, "Since you know it was me who did it, why don't you just grab me... Voldemort... Voldemort asked me to kill you, but I In no mood……"

"Draco, I'm very happy that you can tell me this and dare to call Voldemort's name directly. This is a very strategic and courageous act. Because if I meet you and talk about this matter with you, Voldemort may become suspicious of you, and your situation will be very dangerous. So what are you going to do now? If you don't complete the task of killing me and tell me about it, Voldemort will kill you if he finds out. , have you ever thought about hurting your family?"

Dumbledore put down his empty cup and sat up straight, touching the fingertips of his hands together in his usual posture.

"I've been thinking about it since the summer vacation! Voldemort is already hurting my family! He will continue to hurt me in the future... This mission originally asked me to die. They thought I would die soon, but now I still alive..."

Draco's gray-blue eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, breathing rapidly, and his cheeks were slightly red due to emotion.

"I want to cooperate with you, or make a deal."