Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

If you get too close to a Dementor, any positive emotions such as happiness and hope will be sucked away. Under the Dementor's hood is its mouth, which is used to suck people's souls, which is called the Dementor's Kiss.

This person will not die, but he will feel nothing except a fleshy shell that can still breathe, like a walking zombie.

All in all, this is a chaotic and evil creature.

Is there no way to restrain it or eliminate it?

Dementors rely on scent and emotion to identify their prey. If she could mask her scent and control her emotions, would the dementors not be able to find her?

Dementors can't distinguish the emotions of animals. What if they turned into a cat like Professor McGonagall?

This book doesn't talk about how to communicate with dementors, but they can definitely communicate. Otherwise, how could he become a guard in Azkaban, or even be sent out to capture prisoners?

It was clear that Indra had developed a deep interest in Dementors, even a bit of a fanaticism.

On Monday morning, Indra went to the arithmetic and divination class first, then the transfiguration class, and then the divination class.

The divination classroom is in the North Tower, which everyone has never been to before. At least in the past public courses and activities, they would not have the opportunity to go there.

The third-year Slytherin students climbed up the high stairs, passed through a corridor and then onto a steeper and narrower corridor. Picture frames with pictures of women hung on both sides of the corridor. They looked at the new group of students. Whisper.

As they approached, a silver ladder extended from the ceiling to the platform at the end of the stairs under their feet. Only then did Indra notice that there was a door on the ceiling. That door was now open, and inside was the divination classroom.

At this time, there was a noise from behind, and the students taking this course from Ravenclaw House also came from the previous class.

"Come on, kids, class is about to start."

A vague and distant voice came from above, sounding very gentle and friendly.

Indra carried his wizard's robe up the steep silver staircase to avoid falling on the hem of his robe.

A strange classroom that I had never seen before appeared in the classroom.

In fact, this is not like a classroom at all, but more like a pavilion mixed with an old-style teahouse, divided into layers of stepped platforms.

Almost everything is made of old mahogany, and there are at least twenty small round tables crowded on the high and low stands.

The classroom was sultry and had a pungent aroma that was so strong it was nauseating.

Because there were flames jumping in the stove, and a copper kettle was heating something unknown on it, but the disgusting aroma came from there.

As soon as Indra came in, she frowned and raised her hand to cover the tip of her nose.

She sat down on the small armchair on the small table by the window of the classroom. The scarlet curtains here were lowered, and many of the glowing crystal balls were covered with crimson scarves. The entire classroom was shrouded in dark crimson light.

Draco wanted to sit across from Indra, but Senna occupied the small armchair first. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the small table in the back unhappily.

When the Ravenclaw students climbed up the silver stairs and entered the classroom, they saw the Slytherin people taking their seats one after another, so they subconsciously found a seat to sit down.

"welcome."

A voice came from somewhere in the circular classroom.

"It's nice to see you guys in the real world."

Then a very thin woman, whose body constantly refracted light, walked out of the gloom. She was wearing a thin sparkling shawl, and her neck, arms and knuckles were covered with retro jewelry. A pair of large glasses on her tall and thin nose made it almost impossible to see the rest of her face.

"Welcome to learn divination."

She said, "My name is Trelawney. Going to the noisy campus often will blur my heavenly eyes. Divination is the most difficult of all magics. I must warn you, if... you don't have talent... Very few people have this kind of talent..."

"Oh... I smelled the smell of death from the moment you entered the classroom... Let me take a closer look..."

Professor Trelawney suddenly took a few steps forward, her body and slender neck leaning forward, and her eyes under her big shiny glasses seemed to scan everyone.

"Many of you will fall into a deep quagmire in the future..."

"You, my child, please don't be sad, one day someone will leave you."

Professor Trelawney suddenly tapped a boy from Ravenclaw College with her hand covered with gemstone rings, immediately attracting everyone's surprised gazes.

The boy who was pointed out trembled, dazed and frightened.

Then Professor Trelawney looked at Indra and Senna sitting at the other end of the circular classroom.

She walked over, bent down and touched their heads with her hands that looked old and thin.

Indra raised his face to look at her without knowing why, and then heard her slowly say in a gentle and pitiful voice, "Oh, girls, your road to love is cut off. If you insist on walking through it, you may lose it." Bring death..."

The expressions on Senna and Indra's faces froze, and then they looked at her angrily.

Professor Trelawney seemed not to notice, and stood up again and continued calmly, "We will learn the basic methods of divination this year, this semester we will learn tea leaves, and next semester we will learn palmistry...

Senna looked at Professor Trelawney who was speaking with disdain, tilted her head and whispered to Indra: "She must be a lunatic."

Indra nodded in approval.

Next, everyone followed Professor Trelawney's instructions and went to the shelf to ask her to fill their tea cups with tea. Then they returned to their seats and drank all the tea until only the residue remained.

Indra didn't want to drink such hot tea, so she and Senna held it in their hands and blew it slowly while flipping through the fifth and sixth pages of "Bright Future" and chatting quietly, as if to It's like having afternoon tea.

Draco tried to pour the tea somewhere, but there was nothing on the small table, so he turned and poured it into Goyle and Crabbe's cups.

After drinking the tea, Indra and Senna wiped the inside of the teacup three times with their left hands, and then placed the teacup upside down on the saucer to dry according to the method taught by Professor Trelawney, and waited until no more tea dripped. Pick it up and exchange interpretations.

Senna looked at the shape of the residue in Indra's teacup, flipping through the five or six pages of "Bright Future" in the crimson dim light, and then said, "The shape looks like a crystal ball or a light bulb... it indicates wisdom and exploration... probably It means you are very smart...well...it looks like a cross here...no, it should be a sword. You will encounter difficulties...you need to save others..."

Indra no longer wanted to attend this class. The stuffy air and strong fragrance made her sleepy as if she had a fever.

She looked at Senna's tea cup and said without interest, "You also have a sword here. It seems that we all used this sword to cut off our own love path."

She already felt that she had chosen the wrong class and might as well take Muggle Studies.

Senna chuckled, and Draco stretched his head from behind, his chin almost pressing on Indra's shoulder. The light golden hair and the soft black hair were clearly distinct.

"This piece looks like a diamond... It symbolizes that if you wear a gem, you will live a happy and prosperous life..."

Indra subconsciously tilted her head to the right, leaning against Draco.