Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

A scorching wave of heat hit her face. Indra endured the heartbreaking pain in her legs and backed away. Two spells flew towards her and Dean again.

Indra raised her wand and recited the spell of the Iron Armor Curse loudly. The two spells flashing with sharp red light did not penetrate her defense, but both she and Dean, who did not have a wand, were knocked out and fell to the ground.

Indra grabbed Dean next to him and prepared to apparate, but two Death Eaters were already striding over.

"If you make any move, I'll kill you all."

A cold and cruel voice sounded from beneath the metal mask.

The search team quickly grabbed Indra and Dean from the ground and snatched the wand from Indra's hand.

Dean was punched several times by two search team members, causing his nose to be bruised and his face to be swollen.

"Are you still running, kid?"

A goblin was dragged unconscious from the other direction by a large Death Eater wearing a metal mask.

"The Muggle, Clevis and the other goblin are all dead."

After the fighting stopped, the forest fell into darkness and silence. One of the Death Eaters said, "Look who this is."

Indra took the initiative and said anxiously, "I am Qiu Zhang! Half-blood! A student of Hogwarts Ravenclaw, I have graduated..."

Fluorescent flickers lit up, illuminating Indra's face.

"New graduates stay up late at night to fight outside? Mr. Dolokhov... do you think that?"

Dolohov seemed to have lost interest and said impatiently: "Take it to the Ministry of Magic, Scabior."

Scabior felt secretly happy in his heart. He caught two Mudbloods at once and they became rich.

Indra was also a little relieved. On the way to the Ministry of Magic, she could take the opportunity to escape.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, another masked Death Eater spoke up. He seemed to be looking at Indra's face carefully, thinking about it.

"I saw her. The night Dumbledore died, she and Potter chased him out -"

Dolokhov: "Then take everyone back with you."

Where to go? Death Eater Headquarters?

Indra struggled slightly. If she went there, her life or death might be uncertain.

Scabio watched the two fat sheep he had obtained fly away, and he dared not speak in anger.

Indra, Dean and the goblin Griphook were caught and apparated by three Death Eaters.

They landed on a country road, and the outline of the manor in the distance was like a shadow in the dark night, with only a little light shining on it.

Malfoy Manor.

Indra stumbled down the path to the wrought-iron gate and across the long drive.

Could Voldemort be in there?

Indra shuddered, she was afraid of seeing Draco inside, afraid of getting him involved.

But no matter what, she should blow the mistletoe ring first to inform him of what might happen, lest he be caught off guard and expose his flaws...

It was already early in the morning, and the Malfoy Manor was silent, with only the corridor lights still on.

Draco woke up from his sleep immediately after hearing the mistletoe's longing voice. He rolled over and sat up in bed in surprise.

The familiar music still echoes in my mind.

Indra.

Draco suddenly woke up with a jolt, his eyes were filled with fear, and he had a bad guess.

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The door to the manor opened, and it was almost as dark inside as it was outside.

Indra's face was pale, with cold sweat on her forehead. She endured the pain and staggered as she, Dean and a goblin were escorted through the hall and into the dark living room.

The ceiling chandelier was unlit, but the ornate marble fireplace burned with flames.

On some exquisite armchairs in front of the fireplace, a figure sat with his back to them, like a cold ghost.

Several Death Eaters quickly took off the masks on their heads and said carefully and flatteringly, "Master."

"Master, it's so late, please take a rest..."

Indra's breathing became lighter involuntarily, and Dean and Griphook beside her were already shaking violently. They subconsciously shrank back, but were tightly grasped by the hands behind them.

After a while, the man who always had his back turned to them, with only his pale head exposed, slowly spoke, his voice soft and cold.

"Rest? I dare not rest because you haven't brought Potter to me yet..."

The Death Eaters bent even lower, "Master, we don't dare to stop for a moment. We have just captured two of Potter's classmates and are going to bring them back for interrogation. Maybe they have met him..."

"Classmate?" Voldemort stood up from the armchair.

Indra lowered her eyes and pursed her lips tightly. From the corner of her eye, she saw a tall and thin man with pale skin and wearing a long robe turning around.

Dolokhov pushed Indra and Dean hard, and both of them fell embarrassed in the middle of the living room.

Indra raised her head from her arms. A thick, cold snake swam slowly on the ground and emerged from under the armchair where Voldemort had been sitting.

Yes...no! Control your thoughts!

She was not supposed to know the snake's name or identity.

Indra slowly sat up on her knees and lowered her head as if in fear. She was indeed scared now because she would lose her life if she was not careful.

"Mudblood?" Voldemort asked looking at his servant.

Roll: "Yes, Master, but this little girl claimed to be a half-blood wizard. On the night when Dumbledore died, she chased her out with Harry Potter to prevent us from leaving."

Indra's palms were sweating, her eyelashes were trembling, and her lips had lost their color.

It would be great if that death curse was hit.

"Oh? Preventing you from leaving?" Voldemort's eyes flashed red, looking down at Indra, who was injured on the ground and had her head hanging down.

The viper slithered slowly around Indra and Dean, and Voldemort whispered, "Tell me, which academy are you from?"

"...S...Slytherin...I am from Slytherin..."

Indra said with a trembling tone, because she thought Voldemort would be even more angry because Slytherin had a mudblood.

"Slytherin?" Sure enough, Voldemort's voice became strangely softer.

"How dare you lie in front of your master?" Dolohov raised his wand, and a beam of red light hit Indra.

Dean: "She's a Slytherin!"

The feeling as if her bones were being crushed made Indra curl up on the ground, and her painful screams instantly echoed through Malfoy Manor, as well as Dean's shouts.

At this time, she couldn't feel the wounds on her thighs caused by the shattered bones, and her pale face was covered with cold sweat on her forehead.

Suddenly, Dolokhov fell to the ground in pain and screamed, and Voldemort casually gave him a heartbreaking blow.

This is punishment for fools.

"What about you, are you also from Slytherin? Have you ever met the famous Potter?" Voldemort looked at Dean again, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Dean trembled and said, "I...I am...a Gryffindor, and I have never met Harry Potter."