Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"I was already lying on the bed after I went back, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I sneaked to the cellar, which is where they usually live... and ordered Gulu to bring me over... and pick me up tomorrow morning..."

"Gulu..." Indra muttered this strange name.

"Um...are you sleepy..."

"Um……"

"Good night, Indra." Draco didn't want to sleep, but he was also sleepy. He lowered his head and kissed Indra's soft hair.

"Good night, Draco."

The next morning, the dim winter sunlight penetrated into the house through the glass on the small round window. The two people on the bed were still sleeping sweetly and peacefully, with a faint blush on their two fair faces like oil paintings.

An elf flashed on the floor. It took two cautious steps forward, holding its hands on its chest, and showing a little curiosity in its big tennis-ball-like eyes.

.........

Immediately, Gulu carefully stretched out a finger and poked the arm of the boy with light blond hair under the quilt, trying to wake him up.

A good house-elf never messes up a task given by its master.

But the place it hit was actually Indra's wrist. She opened her eyes drowsily, her eyes unfocused.

After his consciousness slowly returned to his body, he turned his head and looked past Draco to see the house elf beside the bed. It looked at Indra with some trembling eyes, pointed at Draco with its thin fingers, and made an electric sound. He whispered, "Master, it's time to go back..."

"Ah, oh, okay..." Indra hadn't woken up yet. She sat up from the bed with difficulty, looked at Draco who was already showing signs of waking up, looked at him quietly for two seconds, and then pushed gently Push him.

"Wake up...Draco."

Draco's eyelashes fluttered, and he grunted reluctantly in his throat. Then he slowly opened his gray-blue eyes and sat up slowly. His short light blond hair was playful and elegantly messy after sleeping all night.

He looked at Indra sleepily, then lowered his head and pressed it against her shoulder, saying in a sleepy voice, "Then I'll go back first..."

"Okay, see you at school, stay safe." Indra's fingers brushed the blond hair at the base of his neck.

Draco wanted to see the necklace under Indra's collar, but his hand was swatted away.

He glanced at the house elf next to him with wide innocent eyes, pulled down the corners of his mouth and got out of bed.

There was another explosion, and the figures of Draco and the house elf twisted and disappeared into the space. Indra also packed her things and went home, and then asked Harricon to send the gifts for Senna and Chax.

The rest of the holiday passed quickly, and Indra stuffed all the books and parchments filled with homework back into the box and took them to school.

She returned to the sea of ​​magic.

On Monday, Draco's Muggle Studies and Divination classes collided. Indra decided to skip Divination class to accompany him to Muggle Studies, and then worked on her important arithmetic and divination homework in class.

"Does your home have electricity?" Draco asked her.

"Of course." Indra said matter-of-factly, "Just like wizards have magic, electricity is Muggle magic."

It looks like he needs to write an assignment on why Muggles use electricity.

"But there are also squibs among wizards."

Indra showed a smile that did not contain joy, "Yes, there are also Muggle families without electricity, and their lives are even more inconvenient and hard, just like Squibs in the magical world."

Draco looked at her and said calmly, "You sympathize with them."

Indra nodded disinterestedly, "Most people will sympathize with them."

Then I'm a natural minority, Draco thought.

In the new semester, Slytherin also won the match against Ravenclaw. Draco became a new Quidditch star. During training, there were many more girls and even boys on the benches around him. If It wasn't that Slytherin prohibited people from other houses from approaching, the number might be much higher.

Quidditch is the most popular wizarding sport, but it is indispensable.

He comes from an ancient and wealthy pure-blood family, his beautiful and shining blond hair, and his noble and pale face all match that green jersey.

Professor Snape also became more kind to Draco because of the Slytherin team's winning streak, especially after the last victory over Gryffindor.

In the new Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid did not take everyone to the paddock or the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was standing outside the hut holding a plate in his hand, which seemed to be food. No one paid much attention to it. After all, it was normal for Hagrid to feel hungry often due to his size.

"Are everyone here? Line up! Line up!" Hagrid shouted happily, waving his hand to signal the people behind him to come over quickly.

"Today I have a gift for everyone, which is what I put on my plate. Eating it can improve your ability to resist evil spells and bad luck..."

Indra looked at the plate, and inside there were strips of dark red... something as big as a thumb.

It looked like raw meat with ketchup on it, and she showed resistance.

The strange thing was that the expression on Young Master Malfoy's face was very calm, and he just raised his eyebrows.

He turned around and saw Indra's expression, and suddenly smiled proudly, "I know what that is."

Indra curled her lips and said, "I know about Motla rats' tumors."

"But you must have never eaten it, right?" Draco tilted his head and said.

"Have you eaten?" Indra looked up at him in surprise.

The classmates who were nearby and had good ears looked over and seemed to want to know what it smelled like so that they could be mentally prepared in advance.

Because the students at the front were pushing each other and no one was willing to go first.

Draco smiled lazily, "It doesn't taste bad. It tastes like salty jelly. My parents gave it to me when I was a child. It can improve my ability to resist evil spells and bad luck. I always thought it was just a blessing."

When he said this, his expression was relaxed, joyful and happy, and his light eyes sparkled. Indra kept watching, a smile of empathy appeared on his face unconsciously.

At this time, everyone fell silent. Hagrid felt that the matter finally had a breakthrough, and shouted loudly, "You heard it! It's not bad! Since Mr. Malfoy has already eaten it, he can't eat it anymore, because he will eat too much. Purple hair will grow on the side! So, who comes first!?"

In view of its efficacy, the Slytherin classmates were more positive than the Gryffindor ones, swallowing it as soon as they closed their eyes and opened their mouths.

Indra endured the disgusting appearance of it, used the fork on the edge of the plate to break it, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

I found that there was really no strange smell.

"Okay, now that you have eaten, let's learn how to take care of the Morat rat, especially the sea anemone-shaped tumor on its back... Divide into groups of three first..."

Hagrid asked everyone to enter his small hut, which contained more than a dozen wooden boxes. The wooden boxes were covered with soft licorice, and Motley Rat was on top.

As soon as so many people came in, high-pitched squeaking sounds started one after another.

In the next class, the three of them gathered around a wooden box, using feather dusters to tickle the tumor on the back of the Motla rat. After it put down its guard, they cleaned it with a small brush, and finally trimmed the tail end.

Everyone looked solemn and expressionless, and their stomachs began to squirm when they thought about eating these things just now.