Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

After class, everyone excitedly discussed their bravery while walking back to the Slytherin common room with wet shoes to change before going to the Great Hall for dinner. Everyone ate more than usual.

The energy consumption of actual combat is much greater than sitting in a classroom and listening to lectures.

Slytherin had an astronomy class tonight, so Indra went back to do her homework after eating in the auditorium. The first day of school was very busy.

Indra made a copy of the course schedule of each college, and then adjusted his time and where to attend classes according to his own needs and course progress.

She even almost forgot that she wanted to study dementors.

History of Magic has become her self-study class. She skips it when necessary, and does other homework while listening when not necessary. Professor Spencer never pays attention to it, and just reads "Witch" in a sleepy tone. A history of persecution.

Ever since the first time when she was late for Potions class, Indra had been late on purpose intentionally or unintentionally, and then sneaked into the classroom. Anyway, she could already do everything taught in the class.

Professor Snape always turned a blind eye. The Slytherin people were jealous, and the students in other houses were even more angry.

Hagrid's confidence has greatly increased since the successful completion of his first class. Different animals are arranged for each class, which is as thrilling as Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Indra's least favorite divination class, she would go there occasionally and borrow Senna's or Blaise's notes to read.

With this set of rules, except for a lot of homework, Indra's class time is not hectic.

But Indra found that Draco seemed to be quite busy. Sometimes he would run away by himself as soon as breakfast was finished, and sometimes he would suddenly tell her that he was going to practice Quidditch, but Flint said that Draco didn't did not come.

Indra didn't even know what he was doing.

Indra figured it out after a week or two. She knew all the class periods clearly, and Draco always disappeared during Muggle Studies classes.

In Monday night's astronomy class, everyone used telescopes to observe stars and manually marked them on a star map.

Indra moved the stand of her telescope and moved it next to Draco, who was deftly adjusting the focus of the telescope.

"You..." After Indra said one word, she didn't know how to speak again. Draco's behavior of sneaking into the Muggle Studies class made her mood become inexplicably weird.

"What?" Draco's eyes moved to the lens tube. Inside was a blurry orange-red mass lying in the deep sky.

"Why didn't you tell me that you chose Muggle Studies?" Indra looked at his side face, and those fragmented golden hair tips were naturally messy and scattered on the pale skin on his forehead.

Draco's whole body was visibly shaken, and the stars in the telescope quickly lost the gaze of his gray-blue eyes. After a moment, he turned around and pretended to be calm, and said deliberately, "I thought you would notice it earlier."

Indra hummed softly, looking at the starry sky above the castle, and said in a gentle voice, "What have you learned?"

"Clothing, transportation, history..."

At this moment, another answer to her previous question suddenly appeared in Draco's mind.

I want to understand your world.

After getting through the difficult period of the sudden increase in classes at the beginning of the school year, most people have adapted to the hectic life of third grade.

After having dinner in the auditorium, the Slytherin classmates returned to the lake lounge one after another. Indra sat alone in the warm corner between the fireplace and the wall. There was a small square table and a table that she moved over. Single sofa.

She prefers to be alone while doing her arithmetic assignments and ancient rune translations.

Draco held an armchair in his left hand and a roll of parchment in his right hand and walked over and sat down opposite her.

Indra raised her eyes to look at him, slowly pulled back her digital form to leave an empty table, and then continued to do her own thing with her head down.

Draco was writing an essay on "How should you travel if you were a Muggle". He wrote most of the paper quickly and felt that his writing was very good.

After Indra finished drawing her arithmetic and divination form and translating an ancient rune, he covered her work with his own parchment, held his chin in his palm and said slowly, "Take a look."

Indra pursed her lips, lowered her head and carefully read his neat and beautiful handwriting one by one, and then smiled silently.

Draco didn't know what she was enjoying. He tapped his fingers on the table and frowned in confusion, "Did you write something wrong somewhere?"

"No, it's very well written."

Indra has already read the end. Master Malfoy has a very smart little mind. It can be seen that he has carefully checked other reference books.

"I just think it's a bit weird for you to write these things."

The Muggle world and the Malfoy world seem to be two parallel time and spaces.

Even when Indra returned home from vacation, she felt like she was in a dream.

Draco snorted lightly and said calmly, "Just think you are complimenting me."

It was almost lights-out, and the seats in the lounge were gradually becoming empty. Draco looked around, leaned forward and whispered, "Are you going out tonight?"

Indra massaged her fingers that were overly written, and was startled when she heard this, and asked in surprise, "Where do you want to go if you don't sleep?"

"Let's try our hand at glory."

"But I'm sleepy." Indra leaned back on the sofa, looked at him with empty eyes, and said lazily.

Her smooth and jade-like cheeks looked beautiful and charming under the bright and warm light of the lounge.

Draco stared at her and smiled, "Are you really not going?"

Indra couldn't pretend any longer, pursed her lips and said, "Okay, just...at one o'clock in the morning? See you at the serpentine wall."

At this time, most people were asleep, and it was also past the time for intensive patrols by prefects, Filch or professors.

"Okay." Draco said immediately, raising his light eyebrows.

Both of them returned to their respective dormitories, and the lights in the empty common room gradually dimmed and then fell into darkness.

Only the occasional lantern fish swims by in the lake outside the crystal window.

Indra didn't sleep when she went back. She put down the dark green curtains of the four-poster bed and read a book inside with the help of a fluorescent flashing spell. There were still a few books piled next to the pillow.

She suddenly realized that the Hand of Glory was a learning tool. As long as she read with it, she wouldn't have to worry about disturbing others. Maybe she could study the spell on it.

She was looking for all the spells and potions about joy and happiness, but now she didn't dare to secretly go to the forbidden book area, although she might be able to find something useful there.

Indra occasionally opened the bed curtain and looked at a flat snake head on the opposite wall. Its forked tongue gradually pointed towards one o'clock in the morning.

She closed the book and got down from the bed quietly, put on her wizard's robe and put her wand into her bag.

The wand has become the last thing she can do without.

Indra looked at Senna's closed bed tent, turned around and gently pushed the door open a crack, and listened carefully. There was silence outside.

Then she slowly poked out half of her head and looked into the dark corridor. After making sure that no one was there, she quickly walked out, closed the door, and went down the spiral staircase to the common room.

She saw the faint outline of blond hair in front of her, and whispered in a breathy voice, "Draco-de..."

Draco was alert and immediately heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around and walked quickly towards Indra, letting her grab the withered hand in his hand.

The world in Indra's eyes immediately became bright and clear.

The two of them went down to the lounge at the bottom of the lake. When they passed the winding serpentine wall, Indra stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

Indra pulled out her wand and said, "It's an interesting magic. Do you want to try it?"

Draco looked around the quiet and empty lounge, lowered his head and asked, "What magic?"

The tip of the blackthorn stick waved complexly and quickly, touching the back of Draco's and hers' hands that were next to them, and a cold feeling surged through his body.

"How does it feel?" Indra asked.

"It's cool," Draco said, doubts in his gray-blue eyes, "This..."

"The Illusion Curse can make you invisible." Indra smiled proudly, looking at the surprised look on Draco's face.

"When did you go out quietly without calling me!" Draco said dissatisfied, he was sure that Indra had used this spell like this.

Indra looked away in embarrassment, and the two of them walked out of the lake lounge as if there was no one around. Draco said as they walked, "...I also want to learn this spell...I can't believe you hid it from me..."

Indra had a headache. She had an intuition that if she taught him this spell last semester, she wasn't sure what would happen with Draco's bratty and flamboyant personality. She didn't want anyone else to discover the spell.

"Keep your voice down," Indra thought they needed a silencing spell, "...ok, I'll teach you...didn't I tell you now..."

She suddenly thought of a way to end Draco's complaints. Last semester when she was trying to learn the Disembodiment Charm, it was when they broke the cold war, but she immediately threw away the idea.

"Where did you find this spell? The library?"

They climbed the stairs, and when they were about to reach the foyer, Indra looked at the narrow staircase going down at the other end of the marble steps. If I guessed correctly, that led to the Hufflepuff lounge, but she didn't know where exactly. .

"I read it in a spell book I bought in Diagon Alley... Let's go over there and have a look." Indra said.

Draco followed her gaze and said, "Okay."

They went down the narrow and steep stone stairs, and below them was an underground corridor as wide as Slytherin's.

The torches inserted into the stone wall were now only flaming red embers, and of course they were so dim that they were almost invisible in the sight of Indra and Draco, who were holding the Hand of Glory.

The walls on both sides are decorated with some lively and brightly colored paintings, most of which are about food.

There is no painting in Hogwarts that will not move. Indra raised her fingertips and poked a piece of fruit pudding. It shook, and suddenly two slender little hands grew and lifted up the large cover next to it to cover the piece of fruit pudding. It and its siblings on a silver platter.

Draco sneered, "Stupid pudding," then walked over to the next picture, grabbed a corner of the frame and shook it. Indra watched his movements with interest.

The tall ceramic fruit plate in the painting immediately fell over, and the fruits inside scrambled to grab the edge of the plate, making chaotic chirping sounds.

The two people played tricks on every painting they passed by. Some were panicked, while others laughed happily.

Indra wanted to wake up, but she was also looking forward to the reaction of those poor little things. The Illusion Curse is temporarily released and enters the cooling period, so as not to be unable to use it immediately after the invisibility time is exceeded when I return later.

The next picture was a large bowl filled with many fruits. Indra stretched out his hand and scratched the big plump green pear on the top. It twisted and let out a chuckle.

Draco curled his lips, "Are you tickling it?"

But the pear suddenly turned into a door handle in front of their eyes, with pear skin patterns on it.

This couldn't be the Hufflepuff common room.

Indra and Draco's shocked eyes met silently, and then they slowly turned the doorknob.

A very spacious room with a high ceiling appeared in front of them, and bright light filled every corner. Indra and Draco thought for a moment that they were approaching the auditorium, and even wanted to sit down in Slater out of habit. Lin's long table.

They didn't have time to take a closer look. There were many short creatures standing in this large room, with dry flesh-colored skin, big eyes like light bulbs, and big pointed ears. Their limbs were slender and their hands and feet were disproportionately larger. Wearing a mess of dirty cloth.

It's weird anyway.

Indra has recently read a lot of books on dark magic creatures in order to look up information about dementors, but it is obvious that these are not dark magic creatures, and she has never seen them in other books.

Those little things looked nervously and shocked at the distinguished guests who suddenly broke in, and stood frozen in place uneasily.

"House elf." Draco frowned restrainedly, his tone haughty and cold.

His brain made him reflexively express disgust. In Malfoy Manor, his father always had a very bad attitude towards house elves, saying that they were the most despicable creatures in the world, and they were born to do this to Malfoy. A servant of a noble family.

Indra turned to look at Draco, and then looked at the little creatures curiously. "House elves?" The meaning of this word is not difficult to understand.

"Uh... hello." Indra tried to break the silent and dull atmosphere.

The elves immediately bowed one after another and said hello! Hello! Hello!

Indra raised her hands in shock, somewhat confused about the situation. Their attitude was as if she and Draco were the kings of this castle.

"House elves are servants of wizards, and some good wizard families have them." Draco explained. He was not surprised that there were so many house elves in Hogwarts. After all, they were all in Malfoy Manor. There are no less than ten elves, let alone such an ancient castle-like school.

At this time, the elves became quiet again, looking anxious and nervous.

Indra took the time to look at this large room. Its structure was almost exactly the same as that of the auditorium, but it had a lot more things.

There was a large brick stove room behind the head teacher's desk. There were many shelves and cabinets on the four walls. Inside were all kinds of shiny dishes. Indra saw a row of whiskey glasses that she often used to drink milk. cup.