Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

But Buckbeak was enjoying his food and didn't even notice.

After changing the medicine, it was already dark in the forest, and Indra touched the silky and broad feathers on Buckbeak's head.

"Goodbye Buckbeak, I'll see you the day after tomorrow."

Indra held Draco's arm, and the two left the Forbidden Forest as if they were on a spring outing. The dead branches and leaves under their feet occasionally made a thin sound.

An unexpected rustling of leaves caught the attention of Indra and Draco. They turned around and looked up in the direction of the sound, but nothing could be seen clearly in the dark leaves of the Forbidden Forest.

"There seems to be something." Draco whispered, glancing behind him worriedly.

"Well... let's go quickly..."

Indra's heart also rose, and she held her wand tightly, and a series of offensive spells and defensive spells flashed through her mind one after another.

Draco comforted her, "Don't worry, I will protect you."

Indra bit her lip and smiled, "Okay."

The two of them walked faster, observing their surroundings from time to time.

Just when they thought the abnormal noise just now was just an accident, the more restless sound of leaves rubbing against each other sounded around them.

Indra grabbed Draco's robe and tightened his wand. Just when he raised his head and looked around, several huge black shadows rushed over at extremely fast speeds.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!" "Many obstacles!"

Two voices shouted almost at the same time, and the tips of the blackthorn wand and the hawthorn wand burst out with light, blocking and repelling the incoming black shadow.

With a high-pitched and ferocious cry, the things crashed back onto the tree trunk. Under the illumination of the fluorescent flashing spell, a section of skin and bones could be seen, with spikes and dark-colored wings.

"It's the Winged Demon!"

They eat human brains and the venom they secrete is very deadly and precious.

"Run!"

Indra and Draco fled.

If there were just a few people, Indra's flying sand and stone spell had just made them seriously injured, unconscious and vomiting blood, but for these dangerous, unknown magical creatures, it only made them feel pain.

The chasing creatures were approaching, and both Indra and Draco could hear the flapping of their wings.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Indra turned around and threw out a spell, accurately hitting one in the darkness.

It screamed in pain, hit the tree trunk with a thud, and then fell to the ground.

"I hit it!"

"They are surrounding me from both sides!"

Draco said loudly, almost feeling the wind from the big wings on his right, "Gouge out the heart and bone!"

A green light hit, and the flying creature with a long tail in the darkness whined miserably and rushed into a bush.

Indra looked at him in shock, "Are you crazy and want to go to Azkaban?!"

When they were studying magic spells in the underground classroom, they had never practiced this thing before!

"You're practicing secretly without telling me?!"

"There's no one else here! My father taught me this before I entered school... This is the first time I've used it!"

Draco explained to her quickly, not wanting her to be angry.

"There are many obstacles!" Indra cast out another spell, and the emotional fluctuations caused the magic power to surge, slowing down their speed for a long time.

The remaining crouching demons finally gave up chasing these two tough prey.

Indra and Draco ran out of the Forbidden Forest panting, and barely escaped death.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they could see the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle on the cliff, and felt that happiness was within reach.

Indra hugged Draco and rested her chin on his collarbone.

"You're not angry, are you?" Draco asked.

"What?" Indra was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about the Unforgivable Curse.

She said helplessly, "No,"

Then there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his soft tone, "Why did your father teach you these spells when you were so young?"

"In some pure-blood families, the first spell that children learn will definitely be one of those three spells."

Draco tightened his arms around her, feeling suddenly confused and confused.

It seems like these spells shouldn't be done, but why?

Because... his father's original intention of teaching him these spells was to let him punish mudbloods, torture Muggles, and defend the noble status of pure blood?

He lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyes, and the tip of his pale chin stroked Indra's smooth and soft hair.

Indra raised his head and covered his cheeks with his hands, "Let's go back."

As they were about to enter the castle, Indra let go of Draco's hand.

Feeling that his hand was empty, Draco's mood became even more gloomy. Why couldn't he and didn't dare to hold her hand openly?

If Indra was with someone else, there would be no need to be so secretive.

This thought made Master Malfoy feel as uncomfortable as the cold wind of winter.

"Why are you unhappy?" Indra turned her head and looked at Draco's face, her eyes focused and concerned.

He shook his head and allowed himself a faint smile.

Because the two of them had missed dinner time, they went to the kitchen to get some food before returning to the lounge.

After finishing today's homework in the common room and returning to the room upstairs, Indra took out a book of ancient runic poems and flipped through two pages, but her mind was not on that.

She took out a large, white, soft drawing paper from the table and began to draw with a magic brush.

This magic paintbrush can paint any color you can imagine and the strokes you need. Needless to say, I bought it at Wenrenju.

In the painting, a gently smiling young man gradually became clear.

She has short light blond hair, clear gray-blue eyes, two faintly curved eyebrows on her brow bones, a slight blush on her slightly pale cheeks, and slightly curved lips.

Half of the collar of the blue shirt and the shoulders of the black suit were exposed under his neck.

Indra carefully painted until midnight. After finishing the painting, he put it properly in a separate drawer before climbing into bed and going to bed.

After encountering the Crooked Devil in the Forbidden Forest, Indra decided not to see Buckbeak again because Draco was really not interested.

They told Hagrid about this, and he was a little disappointed, but fortunately Buckbeak recovered well and his tribe was taking care of him.

That day, when Indra came back from the library, she met Senna, Draco and Chucks who were coming back from the Quidditch field in the underground corridor.

Indra was the only one among the four who did not join the team, and no matter how much Senna and Chax tried to persuade her, it was of no use.

But Draco didn't think so. Quidditch was a very dangerous and violent sport, and he thought it was okay for Indra not to participate.

If she got hurt, he would be distracted.

Moreover, he liked it even more when Indra looked at him and cheered him on.

“You know what a team locker room and a bar have in common?”

The four people walked in a row, and Chucks couldn't wait to ask Indra.

"Um..." Indra thought for a while, but before she could say anything, Draco next to her broke the news and said, "News, we got some interesting news."

Senna leaned into her ear and whispered, "Our college has a secret dueling club, which involves some dark magic."

Indra turned to look at her with obvious interest in her eyes.

They quickly returned to the lounge at the bottom of the lake. When they passed the zigzag serpentine wall, Draco walked slowly beside it, his clear gray-blue eyes not knowing what he was looking for on it.