Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

But Indra didn't feel happy. She gave him a sideways glance and said, "Who have you been dancing with?"

Draco chuckled and hugged her quickly before she got angry, "No, I just practiced with the teacher who taught me, an older witch who is the president of the International Wizarding Ball."

"I can dance very well, do you want to try it?" Draco said seriously.

But Indra thought this sentence was very frivolous, so she glanced at him nonchalantly and said lightly: "Humph."

Just when Indra was holding Draco's arm and playing among the crowd,

They accidentally bumped into two people, both with long pale blond hair and black robes decorated with gold and silver.

The two people's steps suddenly stopped.

Before Indra had time to put away the smile on her face, she was stunned for a moment when she saw the couple holding hands in front of her. Her eyes were caught off guard for a moment, and then she quickly let go of Draco's hand and stood up.

They were Draco's parents, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.

The nerves in Draco's head were beating, and his heartbeat was speeding up involuntarily. He was the first to shout, "Dad...Mom."

Indra wanted to show a generous and decent smile like meeting a friend's parents, but she was holding Draco's hand just now, which really didn't look like an ordinary classmate.

So she was a little nervous and shy again, even though she should be more worried about the exposure of her bloodline now.

"Draco?"

Lucius called Draco, then looked at Indra, narrowed his eyes, and asked softly and slowly, "Who is this?"

The superficial politeness is dripping with arrogance.

Draco turned his head and glanced at Indra, the smile on her face showing a hint of embarrassment at being caught.

"This is Indra, my Slytherin classmate." He said calmly and somewhat guiltily, like a boy who was secretly in love and was discovered by his parents.

But it's exactly the atmosphere they need, to mask the real and deadly problems, and it doesn't take much effort to create.

Indra held the corners of her lips and nodded slightly, greeting them reservedly and appropriately, "Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

Lucius and Narcissa on the opposite side nodded almost invisible.

"Why have I never heard of you talking about...Draco?" Lucius held his cane and asked Draco slowly in a long voice, with a very stern look in his eyes.

Fortunately, Lucius didn't really want Draco to answer. He continued to ask Indra, his tone was as gentle as a snake spitting messages, and even with a decent smile, "I want to know... I hope you don't mind, your The family is..."

Of course Lucius could tell that Indra was an Oriental, so there was no way to judge her origin from her name.

But out of his natural trust in his son and his good impression of Indra, Lucius subconsciously determined that the girl who had just held hands with his son was a pureblood.

At least he's of mixed race.

If someone had told him that his son, Draco Malfoy, the scion of two ancient and noble pureblood families, was dating a Mudblood girl...

Oh my god...Lucius immediately gave up his absurd and terrifying imagination.

You know, he and his colleagues and close friends are having a party tonight.

Indra knew that Draco's father just wanted to know about her family background and bloodline. Her heart was beating in a ball, but her face was very natural and she said, "I come from a wizard family in the East."

That little bit like meeting a parent's nervousness and embarrassment turned into the icing on the cake.

Draco's tense nerves relaxed and he looked calmly at Indra, who was smiling and lying.

Lucius and Narcissa took steps slowly, which meant they wanted to talk while walking.

Draco stood next to his father, and Indra naturally followed and stood next to him, and their eyes separated as soon as they touched.

"Oh, I have always been curious about the magical world in the East. The Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic has submitted many applications to establish diplomatic relations there, but they have all been rejected..."

It was a mysterious behemoth.

Indra's mind was running rapidly, and he considered, "Yes... we pursue purity... we don't like foreign magic... so..."

"This is completely understandable. Purity is also what a family like ours pursues. Are your parents both wizards?"

Indra squeezed Draco with her hand on her side, "Yes, but we use different names there, and we don't rely on wands when casting spells. We don't ride broomsticks when traveling. Instead, we stand on swords and phantom move." The shape is quite similar..."

Indra made it up all at once. She almost believed that the world she lived in before coming here was like this, and she was cultivating immortality on a mountain!

"With a sword? That's quite strange." Mrs. Malfoy said slowly, seeming to be quite interested.

This was the first time Indra heard Draco's mother speak, and certainly the first time she saw her.

Draco was pinched by Indra, so he had to interrupt forcefully, "Dad, my patron saint is..."

"I know, you've said it many times, Draco."

They were about to walk out of the stadium. In front of them was a forest road illuminated by lanterns, surrounded by groups of wizards.

The Malfoy family stopped, and Narcissa smiled distantly at Indra, "Miss Indra, we will apparate back to the tent."

"Ah, okay." Indra nodded immediately, wishing for it. She really couldn't continue the conversation if she didn't leave.

Indra looked at Narcissa, but her eyes quickly glanced at Draco from time to time.

Draco found nothing to do and arranged the clothes that he didn't need to tidy up at all. Under the gazes of Lucius and Narcissa, he said uncomfortably, "Well, bye, see you at school."

Indra pinched her fingers quietly and nodded, "Goodbye, Draco, goodbye, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy."

After Draco's figure twisted and disappeared into space together with his parents, the smile on Indra's blushing cheeks disappeared instantly.

She slumped her face and closed her eyes. She lowered her head slightly and covered her hot face with her hands. She moaned slightly, looking like she was deeply stimulated.

But she didn't look out of place, at least not the most distraught.

Because many wizards beat their chests and heartbroken because of Bulgaria's dramatic failure, and they all looked lost when they walked out of the stadium.

A sobbing wizard wiped the tears from his big red nose as he walked past Indra.

Draco's heart was not relieved. As soon as he returned to the tent, he tried to stay away from him. "Dad, mom, I'm going to rest..."

"Draco," with Narcissa beside him, Lucius could not be too harsh and interrupted him softly with a slight warning, "I don't let you go to school to fall in love. Study hard... …do you know?"