Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Don't destroy books"

A voice rang out among the silent and dark bookshelves. Indra was almost frightened out of her wits, and her face turned white in an instant.

This is Dumbledore's voice!

Indra hurriedly closed the book and stood up. The shimmering wand was immediately extinguished. Her eyes searched nervously in the darkness but could not find anyone. However, she did not make a sound. She planned to put the book back and sneak away, casting the Disguise Charm. It hasn't expired yet.

An old man wearing a gray robe and a silver beard gradually appeared in the darkness. His eyes looked at the invisible Indra accurately under the half-moon lenses.

Indra could feel that her Disappearance Curse was lifted by a more powerful magic. She looked at Dumbledore who suddenly showed his body, with a pale face and frightened eyes.

"Professor Deng...Bullydo..."

"The Disillusionment Curse is a difficult spell," Dumbledore said gently. "How long does it last?"

"More than an hour..." Indra subconsciously wanted to say an hour, but she always felt that any lie would be seen through, so she had no choice but to be honest.

"Well, it's close to its limit."

Indra blinked, a little surprised, "Has it reached its limit?"

"Yes, the value created by this spell can only be so much. This is determined by itself."

"I...will you fire me..." Indra asked pitifully.

"Why learn black magic?"

Dumbledore's voice was gentle but his eyes were stern, and at the same time a little complicated. Many of those outstanding and outstanding people have embarked on a path of no return starting from black magic, and they can't get back.

The Sorting Hat rarely sorts Muggle-born wizards into Slytherin. If she can get in, it means that she has certain qualities that can outweigh the shortcomings of her bloodline. She is the shining part that Slytherin values ​​most. effect.

You must know that the standards of each college are not unique, and professionals are often biased against this.

Shrewdness, bravery, wisdom, and kindness are not the only preferences of the four colleges in selecting their favorite students, nor are they exclusive traits.

"I'm...curious...Any force can hurt others as long as it's strong enough. So what's the difference between other magic and black magic?"

Dumbledore replied, "Dark magic can confuse people's minds and lead them astray. People who learn dark magic often do so with the intention of harming others."

"However, I don't think black magic is any different... The levitation spell is as interesting as black magic in my eyes... I won't use it to hurt others..."

The girl tried hard to explain with a slight nervousness and trembling voice, and even some of her words were inconsistent.

Dumbledore understood that the spells of the magical world had an indescribable charm and attraction for this wizard from the Muggle world, but they could also easily lead her astray.

Indra looked at the silent Dumbledore anxiously, and it took a while before anyone heard a sound.

"Go back and don't peek at these books again. I will supervise you."

Dumbledore waved his hand calmly and then disappeared in front of her. He had already committed a crime against a child, using him to play a game with Voldemort, and just now he tried to kill an innocent student's future just because she showed some potential for coincidence.

Indra took a slow, long breath and relaxed her whole body. It seemed that she didn't need to be fired.

She carefully ducked and left the forbidden book area. The Disembodiment Curse could not be cast continuously without intervals, otherwise it would be no different from permanent invisibility, so Indra could only run back to the Slytherin lounge at the risk of being caught.

Anyway, there is no need to worry about getting the Academy Cup. The most he can do is be put in confinement.

As early as the end of May, Draco used every opportunity to remind Indra that his birthday was coming. While having breakfast in the auditorium, he would say in a voice that she could hear that he didn't know what gift his parents would prepare for him for his birthday this year.

Indra drank the milk from two whiskey glasses in one go, stuffed bacon strips and soggy toast pieces into the vegetable rolls, then cut it in half with the small silver knife of the snake head, and gave him half, "Take it." Come on, your birthday present”

Draco picked it up unwillingly and angrily and took a bite.

At the beginning of June, everyone ushered in the tense and hectic final exams. Draco's birthday happened to be the last subject of History of Magic. There were no practical exams in History of Magic, unless Professor Spencer wanted to see them perform a play, just like Lockhart caught his classmates performing his works, so the exam was completed in the morning.

In the lounge at night, Indra took out a small suitcase with exquisite patterns, placed it on the table, pushed it to Draco, and said: "Happy birthday"

His eyes lit up, he put down his quill and opened all the silver clasps of the small suitcase. Inside was a brand new set of wood-brown Quidditch protective gear. Indra specially asked Harricon to go to the Quidditch boutique to order it. of.

After the test results came in, Indra got first place in her grade this time, switching rankings with Hermione. She felt proud when she walked into Professor Snape's office to get everyone's transcripts.

"Take it and think about it for yourself." Snape took out an old book from the desk drawer and handed it to Indra, with a laissez-faire indifference, "Do as much as you like, and hand in the experimental records when school starts. Give me"

Open a small stove?

This was Indra's first reaction. She took the book and found that it said "Me and the Potion".

At the farewell dinner at the end of the semester, at the request of Principal Dumbledore, everyone came to the dinner in pajamas, and Senna even wore a nightcap. But when Indra came to the auditorium, she looked at the Gryffindor table opposite and realized that Slytherin was still too normal.

Do some of them sleep in lion pelts at night.

At the dinner, the petrified people returned to normal and attended, and the auditorium was full of laughter and applause. This was the second year after Slytherin lost the Academy Cup, and it was also the second year after Indra came to Hogwarts. But this year they won the Quidditch Cup.

The strange pajamas without the hospital emblem seemed to bring everyone closer together. Everyone was mixed together, running around, and ghosts also ran out. Chucks somehow got into the team that was playing wizard chess with Ron. A little carrot holding a Muggle camera ran up behind Indra, "Can I take a picture of you?"

Indra was watching the wizard chess game, trying to give Chucks advice. Hearing the words, he turned around and saw Colin Creevey. He was wearing raccoon pajamas, a long tail and a round-eared hat, holding a big camera in his arms.

"Okay." Indra turned Senna's body with her back to her. She was wearing a nightcap and an onion-colored purple and white nightgown. The sleeves that reached the elbows and the skirt at the calf were light. Three layers of irregular ruffles, very beautiful.

Draco had been standing nearby talking to Theodore. At this time, he looked over. The gray silk pajamas on his body had the same soft light as his blond hair.

Then after a clicking sound and a flash of light, the scene was frozen.

The next day, everyone got on the Hogwarts train home. Indra, Senna, Draco, Chucks, and Theodore were sitting in a box. There were messy snacks and conferences piled on the small table. A collection of moving fables.

Indra used her wand to play a tug-of-war game with Senna for chips. She laughed and firmly controlled a bag of frog blasting beads within her range. In the end, Senna gave up without interest and secretly decided I won’t play this with Indra anymore.

She suddenly remembered something and took out a few moving magic photos from her bag and placed them on the table, "Colin took them for us yesterday, right?"

The photo is black and white. In the center of the picture are Indra and Senna smiling. Next to Senna is Chucks who is sitting with his back to them playing chess, and opposite a group of people from various colleges wearing pajamas. Draco is standing in the upper right corner near Indra. He is talking to Theodore and then looks towards the camera. On the left edge of the photo is another group of people in pajamas from various houses gathered together.

Draco was reading a collection of fables. Hearing this, he raised his head and picked up a photo. He looked at it and curled his lips slightly, "I'm not even in the middle." Then he put it in his bag.

"You still have a straight face," Chucks said, but there was only the back of his head and back in the photo.