Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Father, do you know the Slytherin's secret room in school?" Draco asked.

Lucius set up a spell to prevent snooping and said slowly, "Draco, this is exactly what I want to remind you. Something big is going to happen at Hogwarts, and the heir of Slytherin will kill several idiots." As a wizard born in a melon, I will take the opportunity to propose to the board of directors that Dumbledore be removed from the position of principal..."

"Are you listening!"

Lucius looked at his son who seemed to be distracted, shouted and raised the cane in his hand.

"I'm listening! Who is this heir and where is the secret room? I can help him..." Draco said, his voice unconsciously lowered when he reached the last sentence.

Lucius slowly opened his eyes, "No, you just need to keep a low profile during this period and don't attract anyone's attention. Fifty years ago when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a dirty Mudblood died. Of course, not this time." exception……"

After Draco sent his father away, he walked towards an unknown road with a frown on his face and a serious look on his face. Anyone could see that this little boy was full of thoughts.

During the game, Indra's eyes had been staring at the golden touch on the field from a distance and heavy rain curtains, but before Malfoy looked towards the stands, he had already turned around and squeezed out of the crowd to return to the common room. , so I didn’t know that he pretended to be sick and went to the school doctor’s office.

In Slytherin's warm lakeside lounge, students were studying or chatting quietly in twos and threes. On the heavy black carved wood table next to the red-hot silver fireplace, Indra was taking notes while reading an illustrated encyclopedia of magical creatures. She is a Muggle wizard and has much less basic knowledge of the magical world than children from wizarding families, but she can catch up quickly.

"Indra, are you really a Muggle wizard?" Theodore's slow voice contained a playful and imperceptible contempt.

Indra didn't even raise her head. Too many people had asked her this question recently, and she was getting impatient no matter what, so she didn't realize that Theodore actually asked the question with some ill intentions. He just frowned and said "Hmm" from his throat.

Suddenly Indra heard Parkinson's surprised voice coming from the other side of the serpentine wall.

"Draco!"

The tip of Indra's quill pen paused on the paper, and he raised his eyelashes to look at the corner entrance.

Malfoy walked in. Before he had time to apply hairspray and comb his smooth, sharp blond hair, it was soft and gentle, covering his eyes slightly. When he saw Indra, he snorted coldly from his throat and went up to the second floor.

Shortly after the Quidditch match, Indra was whisked away by Hermione after the History of Magic class that Slytherin and Gryffindor shared.

Draco, who walked out of the classroom door later, saw this scene with sharp eyes. The hands in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists. His inexplicable anger was mixed with a trace of jealousy that he could not detect or admit. He has been staring at Indra involuntarily for the past two days. After the ugly cat was petrified, he viciously threatened Granger that she would be next. Now he is always uneasy in his heart. The legend is true. Although Indra A Slytherin but also a possible target.

Indra had already expected that they were planning something unusual again, but she still opened her eyes wide in surprise after hearing Hermione's request.

"Test whether he is the heir?"

Indra looked around and lowered her voice, making sure there were no corners around where she could eavesdrop. Then he said with a very cold face, "We haven't spoken for almost a week. Even if I go to inquire, I may not get the real answer now. But..."

Indra frowned and said hesitantly, "I don't think he can be the heir," let alone hurt others.

Ron rubbed his nose and thought that he and Hermione hadn't spoken to each other for two whole weeks before, and muttered in a low voice, "How do you know he's not the one? We saw Lucius coming to talk to him in the school infirmary on the day Quidditch ended. As if there is some secret.”

Indra: "Why are they in the school doctor's office?"

Harry hissed, "Malfoy is pretending to be ill. But we must find clues about the Chamber of Secrets and petrification, which are all related to Slytherin, otherwise the number of injured people will definitely increase, especially Muggle-born wizards. Including you"

Hermione said confidently, "Our original plan was for Harry and Ron to use polyjuice to transform into Goyle and Crabbe to trap Malfoy. It would be better if you could bring them in."

After hearing this, Indra took a deep breath, raised her voice slightly and said quickly, "Polyjuice potion! Do you know how long it takes! Where do the materials come from! Are you going to duel with the African tree snake or go to Professor Snape?" Office theft!? Moreover, outsiders are not allowed in our lounge."

Hermione felt that it was not necessarily easy to chat with someone who loved reading books. She hurriedly grabbed Indra's shoulders and said, "This is the only way! We will get the materials ourselves. You must be careful in Slytherin during this period, where Maybe it’s the monster’s lair!”

"Forget it! Don't think about causing any trouble in Potions class. I'll go find out."

Indra thought to herself that if Slytherin was a monster's nest, could she still be alive now? She closed her eyes, feeling deeply that meeting these three people was a mistake. After thinking about it, she decided to test it herself, otherwise the three troublemakers would definitely cause a big mess in the Potions class to steal the materials. Indra felt it was necessary to eliminate this hidden danger so that she could attend class with peace of mind.

There was another secret reason she pretended she didn't have, she didn't want them to get close to Draco dressed as Crab Goll.

After formulating the self-rescue rules for Muggle wizards, Indra hurried to the Charms classroom. She had a class next! I ran down the stairs in a hurry, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had suffered a huge loss, and I would ask for payment from them next time I met. At the corner not far from the classroom, Indra was caught off guard by someone who emerged from the shadows and grabbed his arm.

"Eh?!"

"What were you discussing with Granger?"

Draco pulled her over and looked into Indra's eyes suspiciously.

Indra opened his hand with a snap with the book she was holding in her other hand, Draco Malfoy hissed in pain and bared his teeth while holding his hand.

"I don't need to tell you, your distinguished Mr. Malfoy."

Indra was very angry. After saying that, he turned around and strode into the Charms classroom. He found an empty seat in the front row and sat down, turning the pages of the book.

Draco was so angry that his cheeks turned red and his chest heaved. But there was an inexplicable excitement, as if the blood all over his body was heating up. He hadn't spoken to her for several days since he left the library last time.

Why did he have to talk to her? !

Draco slapped his forehead angrily and heard the voices of Goyle and Crabbe coming from the corridor on the left.

"Malfoy?"

Draco turned his head angrily, meeting their confused expressions with cold anger on his face.

"Where did you go to steal food again? You arrived later than me?!"