Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The leader of the werewolves, Greyback, is dead.

This time Indra was extremely sure.

He should not despise the wizard, and most importantly, he should not despise the wizard's wand.

Indra quickly cleaned up the blood on her wand. She must give it a good cleaning!

The flower petal bubble bath must be soaked for seven to forty-nine days.

Merlin's beard!

Indra screamed in his heart again.

After the urgency of life and death disappeared, there was a burning pain on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw that the blood flowing around the wound had dried up, but fresh red liquid was still oozing out.

Just when she stabbed Greyback with her wand, the solidified wound opened again.

Indra lowered her hand, returned to Harrican, pointed her wand at it and cast a Healing Charm.

Wisps of light green light appeared at the tip of the staff, wrapping around Harrican.

The blackthorn wand seems not suitable for healing spells. It can work quickly if there are no wounds. However, Harricon's wing was broken, so it took Indra some time to heal it.

Then start treating your wounds.

The right-handed man switched to his left hand to hold the wand to cast spells, but it was as difficult as writing. Indra gave up and took out the white essence from the bag and poured it on.

Greyback's body was still lying on the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Indra, holding back her nausea, rummaged through his body with the branches she had picked up.

Why could he stand up so quickly after being knocked unconscious?

He is now a human, and it is impossible for him to still have the ability to resist the werewolf's curse.

Indra found a large bag of heavy, sparkling gold galleons on Greyback's chest, some of which were severely deformed, as if they had been melted.

It seems that although her spell penetrated these gold galleons, its power was also greatly weakened.

Harrican suddenly chirped several times, sounding the alarm.

Indra immediately raised his wand and looked around in the forest, and found skinny horses with wings on their backs walking from the depths of the forest.

It's... Thestrals.

She could see them.

Only those who have witnessed death and understood death can see Thestrals.

But she caused death herself.

Indra watched in silence with complicated emotions as the Thestrals approached Greyback's body, with expressions of surprise and disgust on their faces.

Do they want to eat Greyback's body?

Indra was subconsciously disgusted, but then she thought of some of Greyback's behaviors and weird habits, and she backed away coldly.

Don't you like to eat people? Then let you be eaten by the Thestrals.

Indra threw the gold galleons into his bag, then turned and left.

She learned from the impostor's mind that the real Sissel went to London a few years ago and was heard to be in the Raven Bar.

Raven.

Isn't it the largest and oldest wizarding bar in the UK that Chucks mentioned.

Indra planned to try again. If she couldn't find anyone there, she would have to go to Austria to find Nurmengard herself.

This time, Indra planned to go to the streets to get some Muggle beauties' hair, take the polyjuice potion honestly, and then go find out where the Raven Bar was.

·Wiltshire

——Malfoy Manor.

There was a circle of people sitting around the long dark table, and Voldemort sat at the top, with a huge viper coiled on the high back of the chair behind him.

Sitting in the first position to his lower left is a man with black hair and a hooked nose, followed closely by a young blond boy.

The inner circle of Death Eaters had undergone some minor changes during this time, with Draco Malfoy fully taking over his father's position.

Lucius didn't even have a chance to participate in the current meeting.

The important things were almost finished talking, and Yaxley saw the right moment to speak out.

"The master, the werewolf, Greyback, is dead. His body... a skeleton to be precise, was found in the Forest of Dean in London yesterday."

"Dead?" Voldemort asked, but his red eyes were indifferent.

Yaxley knew that if he reported Greyback's death directly to Voldemort without clarifying it, he would not gain anything good.

So he figured it out completely and is not talking about it until today.

Yaxley continued, "Yes, master. Greyback should come regularly to report on the progress of his work and the status of the werewolf community, but he didn't come last time. I immediately went to the werewolf territory to warn him, but was told that he He has been missing for almost half a month."

Yaxley paused for a moment, but seeing that Voldemort didn't intend to speak, he continued.

"Several werewolves told me that half a month ago they received information from an informant and went to the Poison Blue Bar in Wiltshire to capture a mudblood. However, Greyback was taken away by an Apparition, and there was no trace of him again. It appeared before and was discovered by the search team a few days ago. That mudblood seems to be..."

Yaxley glanced quickly at Snape diagonally across from him and said, "A student at Hogwarts named Indra Mondseth."

Draco's heart skipped a beat.

Hearing her name on the lips of these desperadoes triggered his deepest fears.

How is she?

Were you hurt when you met Greyback?

Where is she now?

Wouldn’t the people from the Order of the Phoenix protect her?

"Do you know the students at Hogwarts, Severus?" Voldemort asked softly.

Snape had an ominous premonition in his heart when he heard the words mudblood.

He said with a normal expression, "I recognize her, Master. She is a student of Slytherin House."

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Snape in slight surprise, and then looked at Draco next to him.

"Draco, do you know him?"

Draco had already controlled his emotions and expression. He showed a hint of embarrassment and obvious rejection, "I know you, Master. She is my classmate in the same grade."

Voldemort seemed to have heard something interesting, "It seems that you two are acquaintances."

"Master! Let me catch her..." Bella leaned towards her beloved master, but did not dare to get too close, her voice full of desire.

"Just a Mudblood, Bella." Voldemort said coldly, not appreciative.

Bella immediately lowered her voice obediently, "Yes, Master."

Voldemort suddenly said again, "Draco, are you willing to capture her?"

Before Draco could even breathe a sigh of relief, his heart was squeezed hard by these words, but he couldn't show any bitterness, pain, or even a trace of hesitation.

"I do, Master."

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