Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra walked out of the cellar office, looked around, and then began to read through everyone's content at a glance, reading with gusto. In addition to circling all the fallacies in the article and correcting them, Professor Snape occasionally leaves thought-provoking comments.

Such as nonsense, you need bezoar to detoxify after reading it, Hogwarts will collapse after three days as a Potions Professor... and so on.

Suddenly, there was a force behind her that hit her hard. Indra stumbled and threw herself against the wall on the right. She groaned in pain and the things in her hand fell to the ground with a few clatters. At the same time, there were several malicious jeers. Indra immediately turned around and looked over with cold eyes, only to find four tall men and women wearing Slytherin's emblem and silver-green ties.

Hmph...it can only be a senior. Pansy, Tiffany or Crabbe Gore wouldn't have the guts to bully her.

Wand or potion? Indra curled up her right hand and pursed her lips to comfort herself not to be impulsive.

"Don't run around when you have nothing to do, little mudblood. One of your kind was petrified just now. Did you know?" A brown-haired girl said. Her eyes were like needles piercing Indra's face, which seemed to be worse than hers. It seems that the bloodline hates this face even more.

"You should be lucky that you are a Slytherin..." Another boy said in a long voice.

Indra felt her stomach burning more and more, her chest was expanding and rising uncontrollably, and her body was shaking with nervousness or excitement. She stared at the other person with anger and cold eyes without hesitation, causing several people who were about to walk by her to be stunned for a moment, and then angrily wanted to turn around and teach the junior Muggle wizard who had offended them.

Indra took a deep breath and quickly pulled out the wand, otherwise she would die of suffocation here today.

"Expulso!" Flying sand and rocks!

It was as if he was suddenly in a sandstorm in a large desert. The harsh wind that hit his face hurt him, and the sand and gravel rushed towards several senior Slytherin students. The underground corridor was not wide enough. Indra He hurriedly ran a few steps to the side and raised his sleeves to block the dust coming from his face. The few people on the other side had no time to take out their wands and had already flown out. They hit the wall behind them hard and then fell down again, screaming in agony.

This is a spell that the second grade will never learn, but the dispensable leg-locking spell or the trick-type spell cannot eliminate the anger in Indra's heart. Expelliarmus? This was not a duel that required bowing before the start. Indra now had a wrong understanding that Expelliarmus was only used in polite and fair fights. And she really needs a large-scale attack spell to ensure the upper hand, otherwise it will be difficult to resist several magic spells flying at the same time.

Indra failed to exert the effect that flying sand and stones should have, but for a 12-year-old little wizard, it was already an impossible task. After all, most of her peers are still studying basic spells such as the Flying Curse and the Crunching Curse by reading a lot of books and under the guidance of their teachers.

The brown-haired girl's face was scraped with blood from the gravel. She touched the wet wound on her face, screamed in rage and terror, and then went to draw her wand.

Most of the Slytherin students who think they are noble seem to be militants, as can be seen from the failed dueling club held by Lockhart last time. They are keen on achieving achievements and honors, and they will naturally make corresponding efforts for this, otherwise they would not have won the Academy Cup for six consecutive years. The same goes for playing Quidditch. When playing against Slytherin, you have to be prepared to get hurt and fight hard, because they will always test wildly on the verge of fouling and going out of line, appearing to be very unruly and brutal, or unscrupulous.

Indra did not attack again. The fallen scene in front of her quickly calmed down her heated mind. Just as she was about to remove the opponent's weapons and was thinking about using a forgetting spell to erase their memories, a cold roar came from behind.

"What are you doing!"

Professor Snape's deep roar came, and then all the wands in his hands were forcibly pulled out and floated in mid-air.

Indra's palms were empty, and she turned around to see Professor Snape striding towards him angrily. She gasped and squeezed her hands, her eyes nervous and panic-stricken, but she didn't mean to regret or think she was wrong. Just want to teach them a lesson.

"You are so capable!" Professor Snape glared at Indra with a sinister look as he walked over to check on the students on the ground.

"They were the ones who bullied me first..." Indra whispered unwillingly as she watched him use magic to check his whole body, and then was immediately scolded to shut up.

At this time, some people who were coming out of the Slytherin lounge or going back to the lounge passed by. They all stood aside and watched in surprise. From the situation, it was not difficult to deduce what probably happened.

Professor Snape discovered that one of them had probably dislocated his shoulder after hitting the wall, and then he connected it neatly with a click, making the fifth-year boy howl in pain, and then used the Healing Charm to repair them. of wounds.

In the end, Indra was punished for a week of solitary confinement for accidentally injuring a classmate in the corridor. After dinner every day, Indra had to go to Professor Snape's office to reflect on her fault and deal with potion materials. Four fifth-year students had to clean all the bathrooms on the first floor over the weekend, and then Professor Snape ordered the people around them to send them to the school doctor's office for a closer inspection.

"You, come here." Snape looked at Indra with a gloomy expression. He had to teach this stupid girl a lesson.

Indra had just picked up the homework books scattered on the ground. After hearing this, he kept a certain distance and trotted behind him. If he accidentally stepped on the large black robe mopping the floor and waving around, Indra would La couldn't imagine what would happen.

Entering the potions office, the door slammed shut. Indra had just been feeling hot all over due to the surge of adrenaline, but now she felt a little cold. Alone here facing Professor Snape, she found that her pressure had doubled, and her stubbornness had disappeared. She didn't dare to look at him, and she gripped the pile of homework books in her hand tightly, trying to find something to rely on.

"Idiot, use attack magic in the corridor! Look at the good things you did! Do you think you are talented and want to show off your superiority! Advanced! Excellent! Learning ability! Or do you want to kill them all?! If it wasn't me who was passing by, just think about the punishment you would face!"

Indra was scolded and his mind was in a mess. He was a little scared but still stubbornly said, "...I just fought back..."

She didn't know how she dared to speak at this time, but now she had a taste of the Gryffindor trio and found that it was really uncomfortable.

"Fight back?! If you were smarter, you would have thought of countless other ways instead of being hot-headed and doing things regardless of the consequences! I think you are no better than Weasley's little stupid pig."

The childlike and beautiful features on Indra's downcast face twisted uncontrollably for a moment, and she bit her mouth tightly, feeling that she had been humbled like never before.

"Don't let me catch you doing any good things again!"

"A 10,000-word self-examination letter is here." Professor Snape spoke word by word in a gloomy voice.