Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra spent the second half of the summer vacation in a mood of joy, anticipation and a little anxiety. As she wished, she sent a letter to Hermione with an owl. It was a snow-white owl, and Indra named it Ha. Rickon means hurricane. I usually call him Xiaoha. Most of the time they were exchanging reading experiences, or arguing on the phone about a certain issue without letting the other go, such as how to pause a spell. There was no doubt that this enthusiastic and somewhat excessive little English girl became her friend.

More than two months passed, and the day of school came in a blink of an eye. Indra was already able to skillfully help her grandma repair the broken bowl and she didn't have to clean the floor herself. Those black robes were hung up in her own room. In the closet, Indra could not wait to wear it the same day she bought it.

And Indra's owl Harricon had reported to Hogwarts a month ago because he had to register first.

Indra got up early that day, took the luggage that she had organized a few days ago, and sent it to King's Cross Station with her grandma. Then she walked through the wall to Jiuyou Station as Gai Lin told her. Three-quarters of the way to the platform, of course she did some mental preparation for a while when she passed through that wall.

She arrived very early, and there were not many people there. The platform was full of young people about her age or several years older, and occasionally there were elders who came to see her off.

"Grandma, I will ask Xiaoha to send you a letter."

Grandma touched her granddaughter's jet-black hair, "You have to take good care of yourself. Eat more, it's the time to grow taller. If you don't have enough money, just trust me..."

"Don't worry, grandma, I can take care of myself."

After watching her grandma disappear against the wall, Indra took her luggage and boarded the crimson steam locomotive marked Hogwarts Express, and found an empty carriage to sit down. She was too weak. Unable to place the box filled with books and various items on the pedal, she had to temporarily place it next to her legs.

I don't know if Hermione is here.

Indra was going to change into her shirt and black academic robe first, so she closed and locked the door, took off her single clothes, quickly put on her shirt, buttoned it, tucked the black tie into her collar, and then put on her robe.

In less than two minutes, Indra straightened his clothes, opened the lock, sat back, and tied the last tie. His fair and slender fingers arranged the tie from side to side and found that he didn't know how to do it. He could only fumble around but it turned out to be ugly. Incomparable.

"Wow!"

The door of the box was quickly opened and closed. Indra was startled and looked up, slightly stunned. It was a boy with a delicate and pale face. His light blond hair was neatly combed back, revealing his delicate eyebrows. Light gray-blue pupils. He looked at Indra who was also startled, as if he didn't expect there was anyone inside, and pressed his body against the door. It was a little funny, but he immediately relaxed and with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he raised his chin and asked, "What's your name?"

Indra saw him sitting down as if he were at home, with his legs crossed, and he looked him up and down. He had to say that he was a boy with a strong aristocratic temperament, from his light golden hair to his spotless face. Leather shoes, and that arrogant attitude.

"Indra"

Indra paused and replied. She wanted to put her hand down, but the tie she was wearing was a bit hard to see.

"My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy, you don't seem to be British, are you half-blood?"

Draco narrowed his gray-blue eyes and raised his eyebrows, and suddenly bent forward to look at Indra's face.

"No, I am Chinese"

"China? I seem to have heard of it... Could it be that you are a wizard family from the East..." He muttered to himself and did not receive Indra's speechless look for a moment. There was an ancient book in his father's study that seemed to be about the magical world of the East. It was very mysterious. He always thought it was a random novel!

"You can't tie a tie!" Draco was just about to ask her parents if they were mysterious Eastern wizards, when he suddenly saw the ugly and unorganized tie she was wearing and made an exaggerated expression, as if he thought it was so funny. Same.

"Yes...can you teach me?" Indra asked softly, resisting the urge to shut up or give him a look. Draco could only calm down his expression, but the other party didn't respond at all. He felt a little resentful. After thinking about it, he stood up from his position and planned to sit next to Indra, but he stumbled over the box under his feet and fell to his knees on the sofa. .

"Oh my god! Why didn't you put the box on top? You almost fell me..."

Indra: "It's too heavy for me to put on."

"Okay... okay..." Malfoy said weakly, and then immediately stretched out his hand with an arrogant expression, "I can help you tie it."

Indra hesitated and let go, letting Draco pick up his loose tie.

Soon he retreated proudly and leaned on the sofa, saying "Okay" crisply.

Indra reached out and touched it. It was flat, strong and small. She looked at his again. Draco noticed Indra's gaze and explained, "My mother tied it for me, but I tied it very well." Not bad, just like my mother.”

"Thank you"

"You're welcome." Draco Malfoy smiled like a spoiled child, still a little arrogant, but very nice, even sweet.

"I'm leaving. My friends are probably waiting for me." Malfoy slowly stood up from the chair and straightened his robes.

"Okay" Indra nodded gently, ready to watch him leave.

Malfoy felt slightly uncomfortable again, wrinkled his nose and left, but the door closed a little softer when he went out, and he even forgot what he had come to this carriage for.

After sitting bored for a while, Indra also stood up and planned to take a walk in the car. She opened the door and walked out, looking around, her eyes passing by the compartments with open doors. There were more and more people in the aisle. Suddenly two people pushed and pushed out of the compartment in front, and almost bumped into Indra. La looked up and saw two identical faces. She opened her eyes wide in surprise, but saw the red-haired brothers who were obviously twins smiling in unison and saying, "Watch the road, sister."

The overlapping voices were like stereo surround sound, one of them said "I'm George" and the other followed "I'm Fred"

"Nice to meet you!" "Nice to meet you!"

The twins said in unison again and held out their hands at the same time.

Indra was stunned and subconsciously stretched out his hands to shake hands with the two brothers. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Me too! You guys are so funny!"

After turning a few carriages, Indra finally saw Hermione. She had changed into a black robe. When she saw Indra, she immediately ran over and hugged her.

"Indra! Long time no see"

Indra also smiled and patted her shoulder with his right hand.

The two went to the box to chat for a while, and Hermione suddenly said, "Do you know Harry Potter?"

Indra shook his head in confusion.

"They say he is the savior and can defeat the mysterious man..."

However, Indra knew nothing about it, so Hermione had to give her a rough summary of the information she had learned elsewhere.

Indra raised her eyebrows and smiled. It was obvious that she failed to enter the atmosphere of the story created by Hermione, nor did she take the so-called savior to heart.

"You don't believe it? I just saw the boy with the scar on his head."

The two chatted for a while, and Hermione returned to her compartment. No one opened the door again until the train departed, except for an aunt who was selling things, but Indra had no appetite. The closed door blocked out most of the noise, and Indra simply fell asleep.