Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Draco let go of one hand to grab the Golden Snitch who was very close at hand. Potter wanted to catch up with him!

But at this time, the Golden Snitch suddenly accelerated again, turned a corner and escaped under the Quidditch pitch.

Harry was behind Draco and wanted to reach out to intercept the Snitch, but Draco had immediately turned around and bumped into him, and the Snitch slipped between the two of them.

Violent and enthusiastic screams and cheers erupted from the stands, the floor beneath their feet was shaking, and some people were already jumping up excitedly.

The two Chasers from Slytherin and Gryffindor were swooping down from an altitude of 10,000 meters to catch the Golden Snitch that was descending rapidly.

Draco! Draco! Draco! ...Harry! Harry! Harry!

Slytherin! Slytherin! ...Gryffindor! Gryffindor!

Waves of shouts spread from the stands to the Quidditch pitch. Indra clung to the railings of the stands. She, like everyone else, felt it was hard to breathe.

Draco estimated that the distance between himself and the ground was already close to the limit of his usual training. If he didn't slow down, he might break his neck!

But that Potter has no intention of slowing down at all! Draco cursed fiercely in his mind and had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush to the ground.

When he was about to get close to the ground, Draco instinctively slowed down. He chose the latter between risking his life and playing it safe.

Normal people know what to choose!

As a result, Porter behind him immediately surpassed him by one stature.

Draco's foundation and ability to ride the Flying Sweeper are undoubtedly very good, but he always lacks a sense of motivation and a desire to work hard regardless of his own safety. Because he grew up in the magnificent Malfoy Manor, his father and mother's doting gave him almost everything he couldn't get.

For Draco, Quidditch is just a hobby. He is not even willing to go to training matches. Of course, he will put himself in a safe position before thinking about other things.

As for Harry, he knew he had nothing but the scar on his head.

This was the reason why Draco would lose to Harry when they also swooped down from a height of 10,000 meters to catch the Golden Snitch.

But suddenly, the world suddenly turned cold, and the hot Quidditch pitch seemed to have turned into a freezer, making people shiver from the cold.

"Dementors!!!"

Someone screamed loudly, and a commotion broke out in the stands where the cheers were overwhelming.

Dense, strange gray shadows drifted into the stadium, like an ugly, dark, surging swamp.

A bone-deep chill suddenly appeared, and Draco was horrified to find a group of dementors rushing over. Potter in front of him had fallen off his broom.

He had no time to rejoice, and the chill that penetrated his bones made him stiff, as if he was under a frozen black lake.

Warmth quickly drained from Draco's body. He stretched out his hand to catch the Golden Snitch. When he finally grasped the cold metal ball firmly in his palm, his broomstick passed through the Dementor swamp and flew at low altitude. A thrilling arc, and then he fell into the mud washed by the heavy rain, rolled several times and lost consciousness.

"Draco!"

Indra's face instantly turned pale, and tears quickly welled up in her frightened eyes. She squeezed away from the crowd of people in the stands, and ran down the stairs with trembling hands and feet, wanting to rush to the court immediately.

Everything happened in a flash, and the chase and competition between the college chasers did not last more than two minutes.

A dazzling silver light appeared from nowhere and fell on the Quidditch pitch. It was a silver-white phoenix, flying high in the sky. As soon as it approached the dementors, they quickly retreated.

When Indra ran to Draco's side, the Slytherin team members and Professor Snape were already around, checking on the spot.

His body was covered in mud, even his light blond hair was covered in mud. Not to mention how embarrassed he was, his face and lips were as white as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and the gray-blue pupils could not be seen.

"How is he?" Indra's voice was choked and trembling, and she held one of Draco's limp hands, which was cold.

Professor Snape's presence was very reassuring, and everyone from Slytherin came over.

"It's nothing serious. Principal Dumbledore used a slowing spell. There were too many dementors and he fainted."

When Draco woke up, he saw the ceiling of the school doctor's office. Before he could recover from the situation, a hand was placed on his arm, followed by Indra's voice of concern and surprise.

"Draco, how do you feel?"

He sat up and said in horror, "I passed through the dementors!"

It seemed that he was still stuck in the second before he fainted.

"You scared me to death!" Indra leaned forward and said a little angry and sadly, she was really worried.

Draco originally wanted to brag to her about how brave he was and how dangerous it was at that time, but looking at her face, he was a little speechless at the moment. Qiqi Aiai said, "Don't be angry, I'm fine..."

Indra's heart softened, and an inexplicable emotion drove her to rush over and hug Draco tightly, resting her chin on his shoulder.

She didn't want Draco to get hurt at all.

Draco's pale cheeks quickly turned red, more obvious than ever, and his gray-blue eyes were bright. He reached out and hugged Indra, but not even two seconds had passed before Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded at the door.

"Oh, it looks like you're ready for discharge, Mr. Malfoy."

The two of them immediately separated with their cheeks and ears flushed, and then hurried back to the Slytherin lounge, not wanting to spend a second in the school doctor's office.

The Slytherin common room was full of joy. Everyone had arranged the venue. There were several snake heads on the wall constantly spitting out colorful bubbles, butterflies and colored paper. They did not break up but floated in the air, silver-green. The banner was stretched at its widest point and read Undefeated Slytherin.

The sculptures on the serpentine wall became a scene on the playing field today. The chandelier on the ceiling was adjusted to a luxurious and gorgeous dim light.

Glasses of colorful cocktails, wine, butterbeer, pumpkin juice and delicious and tempting snacks are all placed on the table.

The atmosphere was ignited as soon as Draco and Indra entered, of course mainly to welcome today's protagonist, the Chaser who won the game for them.

Indra cheered and applauded happily with everyone as she walked. Draco never thought that he would be shy and shy, although in fact he had been many times.

At this moment, he was no longer the contradictory and complicated little boy who was jealous of Harry's title of savior, eager to get everyone's attention, and he was no longer that way a long time ago.

He looked at the faces that smiled and cheered at him, looking proud, but he did feel that his cheeks were slightly hot. He always turned his eyes to Indra in the gaps, and then found that she was always looking at him with a smile. .

The lights in the Slytherin common room did their best to hide the boy's red cheeks.

When the continuous excitement and joy was approaching the lights-out point, Professor Snape came and urged everyone to rest in a reserved and friendly manner, and the lounge at the bottom of the lake gradually became quiet.