Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

In August, Indra received the fourth thick letter from Draco's owl Artus.

She first pulled out a large piece of parchment folded in half, with the 422nd Quidditch World Cup written on it in large fonts. Players riding broomsticks and wearing uniforms of different national teams silently roared and confronted each other on it, making Various celebratory gestures.

The half-sheet of sheepskin ticket was filled with densely written precautions. The time and place were written in slightly larger fonts. It was the evening of August 8th, Monday night, a week before the start of school, in the largest swamp in England.

Then there is the mode of travel. Due to the large number of people watching, in order not to attract the attention of Muggles, we strictly carry out travel in different time periods, batches and different modes of transportation. The ticket for Indra says that it will be at 8:24 pm on August 3th. The largest Muggle theater is accessible by riding the Knight Bus from the back door.

In addition, in order not to attract the attention of Muggles, they must wear Muggle clothes and are not allowed to use any magic when arriving at the gathering place.

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Please prepare your own tent for the night and items necessary for daily life. Again, no magic is allowed.

The bottom of the parchment and the entire back are stamped by the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic.

Indra pursed her lips. She was not yet 17 years old. She couldn't use magic secretly. She would be caught by the Ministry of Magic.

The other piece was a thin piece of letter paper. When Indra opened it, two sparkling silver earrings fell out. The three thin tassels looked like twisting snakes.

Dear Indra:

See you soon, I miss you so much.

This ticket is in the same box as McMillan, so you can be together. Don’t forget to go to the back door of the theater at 24: on the th to take the Knight Bus to the Marshes. The ticket issuing staff at the Ministry of Magic told me that this is a magical magical vehicle and very convenient, but I haven’t taken it yet. .

My parents and I will go there through apparation, and we will be in Box 1. I will come to you when I'm done.

The Bulgarian team is a team that I am very optimistic about. I think they will definitely win the championship this year. Anyway, Britain has lost long ago, which is really embarrassing. If I could become a professional Quidditch player, I would definitely help Britain win the championship.

I've already ordered a tent for you, just pick it up directly from the Muggle who sells the tents.

I give you a new pair of earrings. I bought them from the store where my mother often orders jewelry. I hope you like them.

Looking forward to meeting you.

Love you Draco.

After Indra read the letter with her eyes and mouth bent, she opened the second drawer under the desk and put it neatly into the wooden box in the drawer. Inside was a thick pile of books of various sizes and colors. An envelope and stationery.

On Monday afternoon, when Indra came to the back door of the theater, she saw several wizards waiting there. It was true that their clothes and the way they looked around were very different from Muggles, and they were separated from each other as if to avoid suspicion. some distance away.

"Why is that Muggle here?"

"She found us!?"

Indra walked over and stood between the two wizards with her suitcase, and happened to hear a little bit of their panicked whispers.

A curly-haired wizard wore a bohemian-style midriff-baring crop top and waterproof rubber pants, and carried a large bag.

Another wizard wore a tuxedo with a hollow upper body, British flag pants, and a pair of white leather shoes on his feet, exposing his thick leg hair.

They certainly hadn't taken Muggle Studies classes at Hogwarts. The first chapter in Draco's textbook was about how to look like a contemporary British Muggle.

Indra didn't want to speak, so she looked at the silver watch in her hand. It was still ten minutes before three quarters.

But then, the curly-haired wizard in the bohemian blouse relaxed with a sigh, and he saw the fire dragon leather short boots under Indra's light blue dress.

"Little girl, I thought you were a Muggle..." He turned towards Indra and communicated calmly.

Indra hummed lukewarmly.

"Little girl, you look like a real Muggle. It's too dangerous for us here... we will be discovered at any time! Many people have already looked at us along the way..."

"I used to be a Muggle. Don't worry, they will only think you are mentally ill homeless people." Indra smiled.

The curly-haired wizard's eyes widened, "You mean you're a Muggle-born wizard?"

Indra nodded, her clear eyes looking at him firmly and calmly.

She didn't feel the need to hide her identity, stubbornly and proudly determined that it was no shame, she was proud of who she was.

Although she had heard a lot of mudblood talk about their despicable bloodline.

"Ah... I haven't met a Muggle-born wizard for a long time. They almost disappeared for a while..."

A gray memory seemed to flash through the eyes of the curly-haired wizard, "My name is Ireni. I have to say that you happened to be born in a good era..."

Indra frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, no... you are still a little girl, I shouldn't tell you this..."

"I would have guessed it even if you didn't tell me. It was because of the mysterious man's massacre order, right?" Indra felt very bad when she said this.

At Hogwarts, everyone knows the story of the Dark Lord and the Savior. The Savior's mother is a Muggle-born wizard who died under the Dark Lord's death curse in order to protect her child, Harry Potter.

Muggle-born wizards and Muggles were brutally persecuted when the Dark Lord was powerful.

A sharp whistle interrupted their conversation, and Indra looked around. A three-story bus swerved from the main road and drove around the traffic at a very fast speed in front of them, and then stopped suddenly. After coming down, the rear of the car suddenly tilted upward.

Its windshield was emblazoned in large gold letters, KNIGHT BUS.

Indra regretted that she wore a skirt today. This magical vehicle looked as wild as a broomstick.

The car door opened with a bang, and a conductor in purple uniform came down and urged: "Hurry up! We have to pick up the next group of people!"

Indra picked up his luggage and got into the car. There were several beds on it, and what looked like temporary benches were squeezed between the beds. The upper two floors seemed to be full of people, and the people behind the metal railings could be vaguely seen. Head.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus...reach for your wand...place...of course, we are now assigned to transport the Quidditch World Cup spectators, so sit tight and hold on tight, we're about to go!"

Indra found a corner and sat down. The sound of the car door closing was masked by a louder bang. Indra almost fell off the stool.

She thought she had to let Draco experience it for himself.