Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra had practiced how to recite the spell and wave the wand, but because she lacked the most crucial happy memories, she couldn't summon anything.

Now, she raised her wand, searched her mind, and quickly selected a memory.

She opened the first-grade spell book, stumbling and groping for how to read it in different tones. Then she picked up the wand for the first time and slowly slid it along the path marked in the book.

After many attempts, she finally cast the first spell.

A weak levitation spell.

That was the first time magic showed signs of existence in her world.

That feeling of joy and fascination, Indra thought, should be enough to make her happy.

After confirming it, Indra felt the memory with her heart, then smoothly recited the incantation and waved the wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Moonlight-like light was released from the tip of the blackthorn stick, and a small thing with two wings suddenly flew out from it. Its body was very clear, but it flapped its wings and dragged silver mist swirling out. After a certain distance, it dispersed into a ball of silver-white gas.

"I...mine is a fire dragon! I conjured it up!"

Indra clenched her wand excitedly and even stomped on the spot.

Professor Lupine nodded with admiration and surprise, "You have learned well, but you may need to change your memory to a stronger and happier one."

Indra was also very narcissistic and convinced that every step of releasing the spell was perfect. The happy emotion of that memory was not strong enough, so Charmander disappeared.

But what could be more appropriate than this memory? Indra was in trouble.

The tip of Hermione's wand only sprayed out a faint silver mist, and there wasn't even an outline that allowed her to identify her Patronus.

"What memory did you choose!?"

She couldn't wait to ask Indra with great confusion. She used the memory that Professor McGonagall told her that she got perfect marks in all subjects in the final exam. Yes, this was a memory she fabricated.

But she was really happy.

"The first time I cast a spell, I think this is a very meaningful memory for Muggle wizards. Why don't you try it?" Indra suggested.

She turned to look at Draco. He hadn't started trying yet, staring at his wand in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?"

Draco turned to look at her, smiled and said slowly, "I was just thinking about which memory is the happiest."

The only thing that came to his mind was the memory of Malfoy Manor, the place where he was born and raised.

But he couldn't figure it out and found that those happy memories didn't seem strong enough. He clearly felt that they couldn't support him in completing this spell.

Then Draco began to think about what happened at Hogwarts again. A face with a soft and clear smile suddenly appeared in his mind. Draco found that his world was suddenly filled with sunshine and became warm and vivid. Incredible.

Those happy feelings and memories suddenly enveloped him.

"Have you thought of it?" Indra asked, he actually wanted to think about it for so long?

"I thought of it." Draco said briefly but firmly, then moved the wand in his hand, "Expecto Patronum!"

The tip of the hawthorn wand suddenly burst into dazzling light, and a slender bird with a pair of graceful wings spread out and flew out. It had straight and slender feet and a high neck.

When he folded his wings and landed on a desk, his elegant and handsome figure attracted everyone's attention.

Although it was a little blurry and still surrounded by silvery mist, it did not disappear too quickly like Indra's little fire dragon.

After Draco's patronus disappeared, several people came to their senses, including himself.

Why would he conjure up a patron saint that he didn't even recognize?

Yes, Draco didn't know what kind of animal his patronus was.

Indra squinted her eyes. She always felt that this large bird looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember it, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

"What kind of animal is this, Professor Lupin?" Hermione asked first.

Professor Lu Ping was obviously surprised. He thought for a while and said, "If I read it correctly, it should be a red-crowned crane, a magical animal from the East..."

"Red-crowned crane?!" Indra raised her voice in surprise.

Professor Lupine nodded and looked at her, "Yes, they are mainly distributed in your hometown. The red-crowned crane symbolizes elegance, purity, luck and longevity, but the feathers on its head are highly poisonous and there is no antidote. Now the International Circulation List of Magical Creatures The red-crowned cranes above are all from Japan, and their numbers are extremely rare. They were one of the first magical creatures to become protected animals."

"It seems that Draco is the one who did the best. The memories you chose must make you feel very happy and happy."

Draco smiled, and there was no trace of pride or arrogance in it.

If Indra was just a little depressed, Hermione was just sad. She never imagined that one day she would be at the bottom when learning spells, and she would lose to the blond idiot who she always thought was empty-handed.

It seems that a new understanding of Draco Malfoy is needed.

The thought came to both Hermione and Harry's minds.

Indra narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Draco curiously and inquiringly, "What were you thinking about when you cast the spell?"

Draco played with his wand, looked away to hide his discomfort, smiled and said, "You'll know."

"Okay, you practice again, and then I will release the Boggart." Professor Lupine said, confirming his eyes with Harry.

Indra thought hard about what happy memories she should use as support, and then she pulled out a memory from her mind that did not really exist.

It was what she saw in the big mirror in the room where the groceries were piled.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Indra cast the Patronus Charm again, and the silver-white fire dragon flew out of the wand. When it flapped its wings, it fanned itself into a cloud of silver mist.

Elsewhere, Hermione's second attempt also failed.

Harry couldn't help but look away. Do girls have so few happy things?

Although he has tried many times, no one has his miserable childhood and horrific memories, right?

"Then, let's start practicing with the Dementors, Draco will go first." Professor Lupine leaned over and put his hand on the box, ready to open it at any time, and reminded, "Although this is a Dementor transformed by a Boggart, But it’s not that easy to deal with. Are you ready?”

Indra and Hermione stepped back, and Harry stood in front of the box.

Draco grabbed his wand and nodded slowly.

Then Professor Lupine grabbed the lid of the box and opened it violently. The Boggart immediately turned into a dementor after seeing Harry at the front.

A biting chill instantly enveloped the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and the lights flickered slightly.

No matter how many times he had close contact with Dementors, no one could get used to this feeling of despair and chilling. The memories related to Indra quickly emerged in Draco's mind, and countless blurry fragments flashed by. Converged into blazing joy.

He couldn't let these happy memories be taken away by monsters in the gutter like dementors. He wanted to protect these memories and keep them forever.