Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Along the winding cobblestone alley, the cold and damp walls on both sides were high and narrow. The two of them could hardly walk side by side. The ground was uneven and undulating. Indra held Draco's hand that was naturally stretched out in front of him. , I heard him say, "We're just ahead, we have to pretend to be here often..."

Indra saw that he was also a little nervous and said in surprise, "I thought you came here often."

Of course Draco was embarrassed to say that he didn't dare to come alone, so he answered the question "My father and I sold things at the Bojin Bogu store here last time, some poisons and the like..."

"How about we imitate Professor Snape" Indra laughed at herself.

Draco glanced back at her, clearly not thinking this was a good idea at all.

There was a voice in front of them, and the two let go of their hands.

When Draco was expressionless, his pale face and cold gray-blue eyes looked like they would avoid strangers, and his whole body exuded the aura of superiority and troublesomeness. Indra was still thinking about imitating Professor Snape. She wanted to be aloof, but there was a smile in her eyes.

Standing in the narrow alley ahead was a woman who looked like she was dressed in the last century, wearing a black hat with feathers and lace, and an old skirt with stacked ribbons. He was holding what seemed to be a cigarette rod in his hand, and a faint smoke came out of his mouth, which was so black that it looked like he was poisoned. His face was painted with heavy makeup of corruption. She blew out a breath of choking smoke at Draco's golden head and showed a sinister smile as he turned sideways.

Anger appeared on Draco's face, and he looked up at her with restrained yet fierce glare.

Indra smelled the smell of dried and burned Tona grass, which was usually used either as a soothing agent or as a poison.

She was attracted by an open small wooden box carried by the woman. Inside was a thin cigarette rod that looked like copper and was held in her hand. It was as long as the palm of her hand.

Indra paused and looked up at the woman, "What is this?"

She guessed that this should be the smoke of the wizarding world, but she didn't know how it was different from the smoke of the Muggle world?

The witch's voice was hoarse and greasy, with a strange smile: "Heiyan, as long as ten silver coins... you can enjoy the ultimate happiness..."

Draco pulled Indra forward, "Let's go, you don't need this thing..." He didn't want to stay here very much, so he waited until he had walked some distance before saying, "That's something only a beggar wizard would buy... …”

Indra couldn't stand his hierarchical concept and said unhappily: "A beggar can still become a wizard! That's great! Much more powerful than Muggles!"

"Why do you always have to be angry with me for irrelevant people!"

Indra moved her mouth and snorted coldly without speaking.

I thought bitterly in my heart that maybe it was because she happened to be the most hated Muggle wizard among their pure-bloods, and she just wanted to buy something that a beggar wizard would buy!

Passing by twos and threes of wizards who seemed to be in poor mental condition, they came to a wider street. There was a dirty and old wooden sign hanging on the top of the alleyway when they came, which read Knockturn Alley. .

Compared to Diagon Alley, there are fewer people here and it's quiet. Most people are wearing cloaks or masks. Some appreciative dark eyes looked at these two boys and girls who were neatly dressed.

"This way"

Draco and Indra walked quickly towards a street. When they walked to the end, they saw a closed store on the right. A spider shell as big as a tire was used as a sign, and there were thick spiders hanging on the windows. Silk, you can't see anything inside.

Draco raised his head and said coldly to the spider, "Open the door."

Indra looked around, then looked up at the big spider, relaxing his expression to make himself less nervous.

The door creaked open, and a tall, thin man covered in a cloak walked out. He seemed to be holding something in his arms, and he hurried past the two of them without raising his head.

Indra and Draco looked at each other and walked in. The door behind them immediately clicked shut. The dark room was filled with a complex and unpleasant smell, just like the old dirt scraped off from the crucible. Indra found a large crucible half an adult's height on the floor, and something was boiling inside. What, dark purple viscous liquid swirling like a toilet bowl.

The door looked small, but the space inside was unexpectedly large. The surrounding curved walls were filled with small drawer-like cabinets with copper rings, which reminded Indra of a traditional Chinese medicine store. But even the ceiling here is filled with small drawers.

"Two distinguished guests...what are you here to buy..."

An old hoarse voice came from inside, and a head with sparse and dry hair was revealed behind the high counter, with a pair of protruding eyes shining with a turbid light.

Indra and Draco looked around, turned around quickly when they heard the sound, bypassed the big crucible and walked to the counter in the back of the room. Indra looked at this little old man with only a handful of old bones left, and said calmly. "I'm here to sell potions." Draco put the box on the counter and opened the button with long pale fingers.

"Oh?" Bode looked at the various glass bottles of various colors and textures inside, tremblingly picked up a small drop-shaped bottle, turned it slightly to observe, and then took out a thick glass bottle from the counter. magnifying glass for closer look.

The bottle contains a transparent common antidote that can cure most of the physical problems caused by poisons and curses.

"Hmm... the quality is very good..." Mr. Bader murmured softly in a rustling voice. He put down the ordinary antidote and picked up a square glass bottle with green healing potion inside. "Um……"

Draco turned his neck to look at the drawer grids around him, and asked in a cold and crisp voice, "Which grids are what?"

"Medicine. There are poisons and antidotes, there are medicines that kill people and medicines that save lives. It all depends on what you need." Mr. Bird took the time to answer with a trembling tone.

"What is the best thing sold here?" Indra asked, thinking a little.

"Oh..." The wrinkles on Boss Spider's face moved strangely, "I can't tell you this."

Indra was the first to speak, imitating an adult's tone, "If the price is fair, we can consider long-term cooperation."

Bai De carefully looked at five or six potions, closed the box, and said slowly in an old and hoarse voice, "I want these, one hundred and fifty Galleons."

Indra only raised her eyebrows slightly, and exchanged a silent look with Draco.

Being a potion master is indeed a profession that burns money and makes money.

When they walked out of the spider potion shop, Indra's box only contained a heavy bag of gold Galleons. She and Draco walked out of the alley quickly, and then slowed down after walking for a while.

"Come with me to Bojinbok to see" Draco said. He asked his father to buy him the Hand of Glory last time, but his father just didn't agree, but he could buy it secretly by himself.

"There is a withered hand there. Put a candle on the withered hand. Only the person holding the withered hand can see the light it emits..."

They walked into another long street with a slope going down, and then stopped at an antique store with a glass door, and they could vaguely see what was going on inside.