Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

They ran deeper into the woods, Indra's wand in hand, ready to cast spells at any time.

"Who are these people!?" Indra asked loudly.

Senna: "I don't know, but I must be among the 100,000 people watching the game today."

"They enjoy torturing Muggles, who else could they be! Supporters of pure blood!" Ernie said bitterly, as if he himself was a Muggle.

The three Indras kept a close distance from the others and did not gather together.

"Indra!"

A familiar voice came from the dark forest, followed by a rustling sound.

Indra immediately followed the sound, and it was Draco's voice.

He walked out from the gap between the bushes and trees with a fluorescent wand in his hand. He paused to confirm that it was indeed them and then ran over. He rushed in front of him and held Indra's shoulders, looking around. He looked at her nervously.

"I'm fine," Indra pulled down his arm, and then asked with concern, "Why are you alone?"

Draco's expression paused for a moment and then quickly returned to normal, "They... they told me to leave first..."

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Ernie's scrutinizing and probing eyes but didn't want to pay attention to it. He continued to Indra, "I originally wanted to go to Camp 2 to find you, but everyone is running here, and I can't squeeze through at all..."

"Are you worried about me?" Indra said softly, but there was an emotion in her eyes that had never appeared before, which made Draco feel a little uncomfortable and at a loss.

He was so worried for a specific reason, because he knew what the wizards wanted to do.

And she noticed it.

They rarely mentioned the topic of blood.

"Yeah." Draco replied, shaking off the uneasiness in his heart.

Indra smiled softly and tightened his hand. The gloom on Draco's brow was swept away, and he held her tightly.

"Did you see Chucks?" Senna interrupted their casual reminiscing.

Draco shook his head.

"Then we stay here now?" Ernie said listlessly. He always felt that there was something wrong with Draco. Would his father go to help the Ministry of Magic arrest people?

Great joke.

Another green light rose into the sky from somewhere in the forest. Everyone looked up and saw a huge pattern appearing in the dark sky.

It was a skull with a faint green light, with a large winding python sticking out of its mouth.

It almost enveloped the entire forest, and then more frightening screams came from the distance.

"Is that...the Dark Mark?" Indra's eyes changed from confusion to shock.

She had seen this pattern in a magic book of transmutation spells, invented by a mysterious man.

[He used it as a summoning spell, like ringing a bell to summon a dog, relying on the powerful intimidation of the master and the fearful loyalty of his followers. ]

This is an original passage in the book, and Indra somehow always remembered it.

She noticed that Draco's hand was shaking, and when she looked over, she found that he also looked shocked and stunned.

"The Dark Mark? What is that?" Ernie touched his head with both hands.

Indra looked at him in disbelief, "You... you are not a pure-blooded native? You don't know that?"

Draco's shoulders trembled slightly and he chuckled, as if he was not in the ranks of pure-blooded natives.

Master Malfoy thought, people like Weasley are the true pure-blooded natives, aren't they?

"What you say is so ugly, what are you talking about? Aboriginals, we are the nobles of the wizarding world!" Ernie shouted. Although he was not prejudiced against any bloodline, he was definitely proud of his pure bloodline that could be traced back nine generations.

Indra twitched the corners of his mouth weakly and rolled his eyes, and then said seriously, "It is the mark of the mysterious man. His followers will release this spell after killing people..."

"You mean, someone died?" Senna said fearfully.

Indra quickly shook his head, "I don't know..."

Ernie turned to look at Draco at this time, "If what I know is correct, the followers of You-Know-Who are all Death Eaters, and your father used to be..."

Draco held Indra's hand tightly, and Huo Di turned his head and stared at him coldly, "My father was forced to do so! Be careful what you say, MacMillan."

But when he looked at the skull in the dark night, the fear in his eyes was indeed much less than that of others.

Ernie looked at the hands held by Draco and Indra, and curled his lips without any confidence or justification.

What else can a pure-blood enthusiast say when he can fall in love with a Muggle wizard?

Is it true what Professor Dumbledore said, that the greatest power in the world is love?

His little mind fell into deep thinking.

After Ernie finished speaking, Indra looked at Draco in a daze.

She had never known that his father had been a Death Eater.

After Draco warned Ernie, he met Indra's eyes hesitantly, without explaining anything, took her hand and rubbed her skin.

No one said anything, but what they wanted to express should be reflected in their eyes.

After a while, people from the Ministry of Magic rushed to the woods to guide everyone out, saying that the crisis had been resolved.

The camp was empty except for a mess, and the hooded wizards had disappeared.

But everyone refused to leave until they reached the edge of the forest. They were waiting with fearful and flashing eyes, as if they wanted an explanation.

These older indigenous people of the magical world were obviously more impacted and shocked than Indra.

They themselves, as well as their parents, relatives, friends...

For a long time, he was under the shadow of Voldemort's cruelty, and even died because of it.

"Who created that mark!" an elderly witch screamed, with fear and anger, and even her eyes were red.

"who is it?!"

"Did you catch him?"

But these little staff at the Ministry of Magic didn't know either, so they could only repeat it over and over again.

"The officers have gone to investigate! Please be patient! That person has disappeared!"

For the first time, Indra intuitively felt how afraid the wizards in the magical world were of that mysterious man. Thirteen years after his death, even one of his marks could stir up a thousand waves.

Several more people came from the woods, including the MacMillans and people from the Ministry of Magic. Indra noticed Ron's red hair, and then saw Hermione and Harry next to him.

"Are you okay?" The McMillan couple left the people behind, strode towards them and looked around.

Then unexpectedly, there was an extra Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you here, little Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Macmillan frowned and looked carefully, "Where is your father."

Draco looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Gone off."

"How are those Muggles doing?" Indra asked.

"They are all safe and undergoing memory modification," Mrs. MacMillan replied.