Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"There is a dog there..." He heard Indra clear her throat and said with some surprise and uneasiness.

Where did the dog come from in this world of ice and snow?

Draco turned around and saw a large black dog walking on the snow line connecting the forest in the distance. It seemed to be looking here, and then immediately jumped into the forest and disappeared.

The two of them stood up and patted the snow all over their bodies. The rest of the journey back to the castle was a bit awkward. Their eyes always looked away quickly when they looked at each other. Draco no longer fiddled with his newly bought Quidditch telescope.

After the Halloween dinner in the evening, Indra had already returned to the common room. The Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms were closest to the Great Hall.

But they were all told to return to the auditorium, where they looked at each other in confusion.

"Everyone will rest here tonight. I will send teachers to search the castle." Principal Dumbledore said, clearing the auditorium, and hundreds of purple sleeping bags appeared on the ground.

The auditorium was buzzing with voices and the din of sleeping bags.

Indra got into the thick and soft sleeping bag, "Where are all these sleeping bags?"

"Maybe he emptied some poor shop in England."

Draco opened a sleeping bag next to Indra. His tone was very relaxed. He had never slept with Indra before!

So Young Master Malfoy forgave Dumbledore for his rude behavior of locking them in the Great Hall over the winter.

But he insisted on saying, "You don't snore when you sleep at night, do you?"

Indra immediately angrily punched him on the shoulder through the sleeping bag.

"Ouch..." Draco turned over exaggeratedly and hugged his shoulders in the sleeping bag.

Senna looked at the dome of the auditorium that looked like the night sky and rolled her eyes, "Do you think Principal Dumbledore can catch him tonight?"

There was talk around how Blake had entered the castle and scratched up the Fat Lady's painting, which was why they were sleeping here today.

"He might have become another person and sneaked in." Draco said lazily.

Indra: "Impossible, the dementors will recognize him."

At midnight, the buzzing voices in the auditorium gradually disappeared, and Indra almost fell asleep in a daze.

But at this moment, there was a sudden popping sound, like someone farting, and then there were several more sounds in succession.

Someone chuckled uncontrollably, and everyone realized whose prank it was. Someone had probably put something in someone else's sleeping bag that they bought at Zuko's Magic Joke Shop today.

This week Slytherin students should study Chapter 5 of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hinkpunk.

This is a creature that often appears in the wilderness. It takes lanterns to lead people into puddles and swamps, and takes great pleasure in doing so.

Everyone is looking forward to Professor Lupine catching one to practice with them.

But after the classroom door was pushed open, it was their dean, Professor Snape, who walked in.

Everyone's heads and eyes followed him.

"Professor Lupine is ill, and I will temporarily take over as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Professor Snape said.

There was a burst of cheers in the classroom. Although Professor Lupine had been recognized by the Slytherin students, their favorite was of course their dean!

Draco has said more than once that it would be great if the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was Professor Snape.

Now everyone's dream has come true.

Professor Snape showed a satisfied smile on his face, raised his hand and pressed it down to signal everyone to be quiet, "Turn to the last chapter, today we meet the werewolf."

There was a clatter of turning pages of books, and everyone was very active.

As soon as the word werewolf appeared, Indra immediately thought of the wolfsbane potion that Professor Snape asked her to make, so she was always thoughtful during class.

Before get out of class ended, Professor Snape gave them two large pieces of parchment as homework, the content of which was how to identify and effectively kill werewolves.

The first Quidditch match of the semester was held as scheduled in stormy weather. The dark clouds were illuminated by lightning, followed by rumbles of thunder.

Everyone ran to the Quidditch pitch to watch the game regardless of the weather. Indra cast an invulnerability spell on herself and Senna, but the feeling of the cold raindrops hitting her body was still very uncomfortable.

Can't Hogwarts add a roof to the stands?

They crowded into the stands, which held silver-green banners.

The members of Gryffindor and Slytherin had already entered and stood facing each other in the center.

Draco's hair was dripping wet in the rain. With a contemptuous and arrogant smile on his face, he looked at the stupid lion opposite and mocked, "You don't even dare to hold your hand?"

Because Flint, with a sly smirk, extended his hand to Wood, the two captains required a pre-match handshake.

But Wood just gritted his teeth and stared at Flint, the anger in his eyes that could not be extinguished by the rain, because Slytherin defeated Gryffindor last year.

Two consecutive whistles sharply pierced the atmosphere, and everyone got on their brooms and took off into the air.

Ms. Huo Qi held the ball in her hand and the whistle in her mouth. She suddenly threw the ball high into the sky. After the high-pitched and short whistle, the captains of both teams rushed towards the ball.

The game is on!

Everyone's eyes widened, wishing they could wave their hands to push away the thousands of blinding flashing rain streaks so they could see more clearly.

Draco rode his broom and quickly shuttled through the rainstorm, his upper body almost lying on the broom handle, like a silver-green stream of light, looking for the Golden Snitch.

Suddenly, he turned 360 degrees to the left to avoid a Bludger. They kept coming, making it difficult to prevent them through the dim rain curtain.

"score!"

A man wearing the same color uniform flew toward him from the opposite side, and Draco shouted. It was unclear whether it was Derian, Montague, or Derek!

The person on the opposite side also shouted, "Thirty points ahead!"

Gryffindor has obviously formulated a strategy for them, but will they be so stupid and wait for them to study it?

As the two passed by each other like comets, "Catch the Golden Snitch!"

Draco heard no comments or cheers from the stands, only the sound of rain, thunder and the crack of lightning.

Saw!

In the gloomy sky covered with dark clouds, a faint golden light trembled silently in the rain curtain.

Draco immediately flew into the sky on his broomstick and ran towards the Golden Snitch like a cannonball.

Over there, Harry seemed to be attracted by something in the stands. He looked up and saw the Golden Snitch amidst Wood's heart-rending roar, and he immediately chased after him.

The Golden Snitch began to escape and kept flying upwards. People in the stands could only see the chasers of Slytherin and Gryffindor, one green and one red, jumping into the sky like lightning in tandem against the heavy rain. , but it is difficult to capture the faint golden dot.

Draco's eyes were so blown by the wind and hit by the rain that he could hardly open them, and people could hardly see the Chaser.

About to be caught!