Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Expecto Patronum!" Draco chanted the spell without hesitation and waved his wand, and a group of silver-white red-crowned cranes flew out from the tip of his wand. Wherever the graceful long wings passed, the cold and darkness quickly receded. into the box, then hovered in the sky twice and then disappeared.

The summer warmth returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Professor Lupine quickly closed the lid of the wooden box, clapped his hands and said, "Not bad! Excellent! You successfully fought off the Dementors the first time. But this is only the fear of others, not your own, and it is far from a real dementor, so don’t take it lightly. In addition, I still hope that you will never need to use this spell."

Draco had a relaxed smile on his face, then nodded, turned to look at Indra, and winked at her.

"Next, Indra," Professor Lupine called.

Indra walked up a little depressed and nervous. Just when Professor Lupine was about to release the Boggart, she suddenly thought that she might need a happy memory that would never run out. She would feel happy whenever she thought of it. remember.

Indra was stunned for a moment, such a memory...

A biting chill surrounded her when she was distracted. Indra almost shuddered and tightened her grip on her wand.

Harry stood in front of the dementor that the boggart had turned into. After all, the boggart would turn into something else as soon as he saw other people. He also vaguely heard his mother's heart-rending screams and screams. Praying, Dad roared in pain...

But since they can't use the Patronus Charm, agreeing to teach them this spell is a real chore.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Indra finally recited the Patronus Charm, and when she watched the silver-white Charmander pounce on the Dementor, she couldn't help but blame herself for being so stupid and turning a blind eye to those happy memories.

Go to class together, finish class together...

Eat together, do homework together...

Letters exchanged between the Muggle world and the wizarding world...

Those arrogant, apologetic, gentle and tender eyes...

A kiss as pure and passionate as a dragonfly on water, a gift wrapped in body heat on a snowy Christmas night, the reflection of them holding hands in the black lake under the moonlight...

Countless.

The Charmander Patronus stopped on the box that Professor Lupine had built, with its tail raised, and it moved its head in a lively and impressive manner, and even sprayed out some sparks that looked like silver dust.

This was already a very complete guardian spirit, and Indra just wanted to touch it.

And Hermione was even more nervous. She simply couldn't accept that there were any spells that she didn't know.

She thought anxiously that Hagrid's sentence that "there are no spells that Hermione can't do" might be rewritten today...

After two more attempts, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief and conjured up her Patronus, a fuzzy otter.

Then he ate the chocolate handed over by Professor Lupine with a haggard look.

In these few days, only Indra quickly completed the study of the Patronus Charm. After she discovered what her endless happy memories were, the Patronus Charm was no longer a problem for her.

The slowest among the three to learn was Hermione. Indra was able to transform into a complete physical fire dragon, while she was still a hazy stoat.

Draco's patron saint is the red-crowned crane, a magical animal from the East, with a proud and graceful figure, surrounded by silver threads that are not solid enough.

There are few people whose patron saint is this animal.

Out of concern for Harry's physical and mental health, Professor Lupine ended the class early, and the final grades were announced. Everyone was about to get on the express train leaving Hogwarts and go home.

After the results came out, Saina looked at Indra in disbelief, all of which were excellent report cards, with big red O's all over them.

"Oh my god, how come you got such high marks in your Divination class? You didn't even go to class! Well, I mean Professor Trelawney will definitely make things difficult for you."

"Because I saw it in a crystal ball."

Indra babbled nonsense, looking at the comments at the back of each subject on the parchment. In fact, she and Draco didn't make up the potions test at all, but they still got full marks.

Of course, they are fully capable of this, right?

After the results came in, it was the last day at Hogwarts. The farewell dinner was spent in the silver and green auditorium. Slytherin regained their House Cup.

The whole long table was very lively, everyone was chatting and laughing with each other, making a lot of noise.

But Professor Luping did not appear on the desk of the dean of faculty.

"There is a Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation. You will go there, right?" Chucks poked his head in while eating bacon-wrapped chicken drumsticks.

Saina: "Of course, my dad said that Britain has not won a championship in 30 years, but maybe it will be this year? Of course I have to go on such a monumental day."

Indra was eating a croissant stuffed with potatoes, beef, cheese, and vegetables. He looked over with puzzled eyes and said vaguely, "Where are they?"

She was not in a happy mood now, because she was leaving the magical world again and wouldn't be able to see Draco for a long time.

Young couples in love always simply want to stay together.

Draco, who was sitting next to her, had almost forgotten about the Quidditch World Cup. The last time he watched the World Cup, he was only ten years old. After that, he even dreamed of becoming a professional Quidditch player, but his father said that the heir to the Malfoy family was not. I'm here specifically to show you how to ride a broomstick.

Although it is the hottest sport in the wizarding world.

Lucius could buy as many new broomsticks for the entire Slytherin team as he wanted, but he would never buy Draco a Firebolt.

Draco explained for Indra, "Generally speaking, everyone will know the location only when the tickets are released, but I can tell you in advance by writing to you then, or I can send you the tickets directly."

"Since Draco sent you a ticket, I don't have to send it to you. Tickets for the Quidditch World Cup are hard to get, and all the good seats have been booked by rich and powerful people..." Senna glanced at Germany. Rakko obviously implies a family like Malfoy.

Draco heard the sarcasm in her words and snorted.

MacMillan is just a crooked family that doesn't want to make progress. They should be kicked out of the Holy Twenty-Eight just like Weasley.

Chucks said slowly, "It sounds like your family doesn't know how to choose a good box..."

Senna glared at him.

Indra sighed and said softly in a long voice, "Masters and ladies, are you thirsty? I'll give you some water..."

Draco's cheeks turned red, he coughed and said, "They are both crazy."

In the evening, Indra and Draco took their last walk by the Black Lake this semester, and they stayed under the trees all night. At dawn, he yawned and returned to the lounge at the bottom of the lake.

The next day, everyone got on the train and left Hogwarts.

When Indra passed by Hermione, Harry and Ron's box, she asked, "Why didn't you see Professor Lupin last night?"

Harry had a bored and depressed look on his face, and said in a bad tone, "It's not because of your Dean. He only gave Professor Lupin time to teach you the Patronus Charm."

Indra was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment and guilt on his face, "Oh...sorry..."

She didn't know what to say. Although she was a little sorry for Professor Lupin, Indra was indeed on Professor Snape's side.

She finally added thoughtfully, "...I quite like Professor Lu Ping's class..."

When they arrived at King's Cross Station, while queuing up to get off the train in the aisle, Draco quietly held Indra's hand at her side. At the same time, he also saw his father Lucius on the platform outside the window.

Draco's gray-blue eyes moved, but they were calm and even calm. He only let go of his hand when he was about to walk out of the train door.

Slytherin's snakes, after they have a goal, will lie dormant and hide, and use all means to get what they want.