Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The two periods on Monday morning were all about History of Magic. Indra changed into a robe uniform with the Slytherin green badge. When it came time to tie her tie, she had to ask Senna to tie it for her first. She learned how to tie it in two days. .

The two of them carried the books downstairs and left the lounge to have breakfast in the auditorium. She looked around and did not see Hermione or Harry Potter, but she saw the two twins on the train. At this time, the boy with chestnut hair and a little freckles also came over and sat down opposite Senna.

"Chucks," he introduced himself cheerfully.

After just a few bites, a plate with food was placed in front of Indra. She looked up and saw Draco, followed by Goyle and Crabbe.

"morning"

Malfoy sat down, picked up a piece of soft pumpkin pie with a fork, and put it into his mouth.

"morning"

Indra was struggling to cut the huge beef empanada in the center of the table with a knife.

"Who tied the tie for you?" Malfoy asked as he caught a glimpse of her tie, not noticing the probing looks of others.

Indra choked up and turned to look at Senna, "Sena tied it for me."

Malfoy then turned to look at Theodore, Goyle and others, with doubts in his gray eyes, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Indra "Eat quickly, it's time to go to class"

"What are you afraid of, I..."

Indra didn't listen to him and just ate breakfast on his own.

But there are advantages to walking with him, at least those strange stairs won't be a problem.

"My father told me this and drew a sketch for me to remember." Malfoy said, stinky and energetic. Obviously, this was better than talking about Diquichi and flying, which Indra had never heard of. It makes him proud.

But even so, they didn't walk very fast.

"Be careful, don't take that staircase, it will get your feet stuck..."

The first class of Slytherin's first-year students at Hogwarts was History of Magic, and it was with the first-year students of Ravenclaw. Indra was surprised to find a black-haired man in it. The Asian girl’s name is Zhang Qiu.

History of Magic was surprisingly boring. Draco next to her started to doze off not long after listening to it. He put his face on his hands and nodded his head little by little. Of course, he was not the only one who dozed off. Even she herself became drowsy. In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, she found something to do for herself while listening, and her leg under her robe quickly bumped against Draco's leg.

Malfoy woke up with a shudder, and glanced at Indra with a slightly frightened face. He glanced at the ghost teacher who was talking incessantly, and leaned over to copy the notes in her book, so Indra pushed him. Go past a little bit. What's even worse is that there are two consecutive sections on History of Magic, so that by the end of the morning everyone was yawning.

The magic class in the afternoon was what Indra was most interested in. She thought that the teacher would teach them how to cast magic spells, such as the levitation spell that could move objects. But Professor Flitwick just took the trouble to explain to them how to recite the spell well and how to accurately draw a specific trajectory with the wand to assist in casting the spell. Indra was a little disappointed at first, but soon became serious again. Self-study is different from being taught by a teacher. Self-study may be able to perfectly cast a magic spell, but it lacks many opportunities and methods for learning by analogy.

Professor Flitwick's Charms class was supposed to continue on Wednesday afternoon, but the prefect temporarily informed the first-year Slytherin students to attend Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class with Gryffindor because Professor Flitwick suddenly I got a rash and went to the school hospital for medical treatment.

The only shared class between Slytherin and Gryffindor was Potions class every Friday, so Indra was supposed to see Hermione in class on Friday.

The two were happy for the early meeting and found a seat to sit together and talk.

"Why were you sorted into Slytherin...Slytherin, Gryffindor, the natural enemy...and I heard that many wizards who turned bad came from here..." Hermione lowered her voice. It would be nice if Dora went to Gryffindor like her.

Indra did hear some bad remarks about Slytherin, but she was chosen to be in Slytherin, and she felt there was nothing wrong with it. She liked the combination of green and silver, the lounge at the bottom of the lake, and her Fellow Slytherins.

"Don't you want to be friends with me when I'm in Slytherin... You're biased. There must have been bad wizards in other houses..." Indra lowered her voice and complained that she was too timid to return Gryffindor. Well, Hermione immediately retorted.

"Of course we are still friends," Hermione said without hesitation. She was about to say something but saw Professor McGonagall had already arrived and their eyes were drawn towards her.

Across a row of tables and two aisles, Malfoy looked unhappy with obvious anger, and a piece of paper in his hand was scrunched up into a ball.

Indra! How can a Slytherin be together with Gryffindor, when he is still the Muggle-born Granger! What a big joke! Shame on you!

His gray eyes were almost on fire.

Indra felt someone staring at her, a particularly intense gaze. She turned her head to look at Malfoy, her beautiful and delicate face made a ferocious expression again, and she frowned slightly and glared at him.

"traitor"

Goyle tilted his head and whispered to Malfoy.

"Shut up," Malfoy said in a low voice and snorted coldly.

He was in such a bad mood that even Harry Potter and Weasley, the redhead, couldn't laugh when Professor McGonagall scolded Malfoy for being late.

As soon as Professor McGonagall announced that get out of class was over, Malfoy stood up, pushed away Goyle who was blocking the front, and strode towards Indra. His face was almost close to Indra's, and he looked at her fiercely. He turned around and walked away in two seconds.

Hermione was so frightened that she froze in place for a moment. He thought Malfoy was going to rush over and teach Indra a lesson, but okay... okay...

Others in the classroom were also attracted by this turn of events, but they quickly dispersed. Senna gave Indra a worried look as she passed by, followed closely by Blaise who was watching the show.

"Is it okay...you guys"

Ron and Harry came over and said, their eyes seemed to be looking at Indra, a Slytherin, with some novelty.

Indra exhaled, licked her lips, and said slowly, "It's okay." That was strange. She was indeed frightened.

The four of them walked to the Great Hall for lunch together, and Harry asked, "Why didn't you let the Sorting Hat sort you into Gryffindor?" Like himself.

"The Sorting Hat didn't ask me, and Slytherin is pretty good too." Indra

"Okay? That Malfoy..." Ron seemed to have a thousand words to say but couldn't say them out, his expression was very exaggerated.

When they arrived in the Great Hall, Indra walked separately from them to the Slytherin table. Senna left a seat for her and waved to her, and Indra walked towards her.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you go to Gryffindor?" Before he sat down, Malfoy stabbed his fork on the table and looked at Indra and said sarcastically.

Indra picked up the bun on the table and threw it at him hard, shouting in a low voice "Malfoy!"

Malfoy was caught off guard and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the smashed bun. His cold and ferocious expression broke down, and his face was full of disbelief. He pointed at Indra with a trembling hand, "You...how dare you hit me...and yell?" I…"

No one here expected that Indra would do this and dare to hit Malfoy with something, even though it was soft bread.

Malfoy was extremely angry, and his pale face quickly turned red. He thought that he must tell his father to teach this damn girl a lesson, but he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of grievance. This strange feeling made his mood Extremely unstable and extremely irritable.

The boy in front of him had his chest heaving and panting, unable to speak a word. His face was slightly red, and his gray eyes were full of shock. Indra curled her fingers quietly and regretted it almost immediately. She was too angry just now because of Malfoy's fierce look when get out of class was over. But Malfoy's reaction made her start to panic a little. She didn't know if it was an illusion that there seemed to be a trace of hurt on his face.

Indra opened her lips slightly to say something, but Malfoy stood up with a suppressed angry face, glanced at Indra and turned around to leave.

Indra hesitated for a moment, then immediately stood up and strode after him.

"Indra!" Senna shouted, and Theodore smiled mockingly, "Let them solve it themselves."

Goyle and Crabbe, who came back with the food, didn't know what happened. Their little eyes glanced at Malfoy's empty seat.

"Where's Draco?"