Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra nodded slightly towards them with a gentle expression.

Next, they finally walked into the Great Hall, sat down at the familiar long Slytherin table, waited for the Sorting Hat to sort the first-year students, and then had dinner.

After entering fourth grade, their seating order moved back to the middle of the long table.

Bloody Barrow was sitting in his seat in a daze without expression. He always looked like he was dead, even though his soul was still alive.

The only living thing he cared about was probably Slytherin, which was very comforting.

Indra and Draco sat down opposite Bloody Barro across the wide table and the gold cups and silver lamps on it, guessing who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be. How many seats on the dean's table were still empty? Among them, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Professor Lupine was threatened by Professor Snape last semester. You can probably imagine that Professor Snape would pack up and leave after teaching the Patronus Charm, otherwise he would reveal Professor Lupine's identity as a werewolf.

Most of the students didn't know the truth of the matter. It was a pity that after finally welcoming a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he left again.

There were fifth-grade students around who were still whispering curses at Peeves for throwing water balloons at them. Bloody Baron's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Peeves is causing trouble again?"

They looked at each other for a moment, nodded and said in a somewhat accusatory tone, "He just threw water balloons at everyone in the foyer."

Indra caught one word and wondered, "Again?"

Bloody Barrow glanced at her and said slowly, "I didn't allow him to attend the dinner. He always wanted to."

No wonder Peeves talks so loudly about annoying Slytherins.

The sorting ceremony had already begun, and Indra only turned to look when Slytherin's name was called, and then clapped along with everyone else.

At the end of dinner, Professor Dumbledore announced from above that there would be no more Quidditch matches this year.

"What a pity. The World Cup has just been held. I still want to try some of Krum's wonderful moves on the field..."

Draco complained to Indra, but before he could finish speaking, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened with a bang.

Amidst the silence and gaze, a middle-aged man with gray hair hobbled in on crutches.

Crossing the long Gryffindor table, Indra saw that his scarred face was wearing an eyepatch, and his blue artificial eyes were moving rapidly in the eye sockets as if he was being electrocuted.

Out of an intuition, Indra felt that this eye must not be an ordinary thing.

"His eyes... are so scary." Senna whispered.

Chucks: "He's going to sit down at the faculty desk..."

"Please allow me to introduce to you, this is Professor Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

Only sporadic applause came from the dean's desk.

Indra went to see Professor Snape. His face seemed not to be very good. He closed his clapping hands perfunctorily twice and then quickly put them down, and then stared in front of himself in deep thought.

"This is Mad-Eye Moody." Draco said in a disgusted voice, clearly not liking the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Indra "Mad-Eye Moody? Who is he?"

"He used to be an Auror, and most of the people in Azkaban were captured by him, but everyone says that now he is just a crazy old man who looks like a dark wizard to everyone..."

Senna said quickly.

Indra discovered that she really had the potential to become the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department.

On the stage, Professor Dumbledore was introducing the history and conditions of participation in the Triwizard Tournament.

Wizards under the age of seventeen cannot register, which means that only some sixth-grade and all seventh-grade students can participate and become warriors representing Hogwarts in the competition.

Indra is not interested in this competition. If it were the International Wizarding Potion League, she might be very interested in participating.

This is also a wizarding event with high difficulty and risk of death, because you have to get the rare potion materials yourself, many of which are in very dangerous creatures.

Also, when making those extremely advanced potions, an improper operation may result in the death of the potion master who prepared it, leaving not even a piece of clothing or a piece of bone left.

The International Wizarding Potions League is held once every eleven years. However, due to mysterious people killing people everywhere, many wizards hide and dare not show up. The International Wizarding Potions League has been suspended for more than 30 years, and even Professor Snape has not participated. Don't know when it will be restarted.

It is not a personal and honorary battle like the Triwizard Tournament, where the outcome has little bearing on anyone else.

In almost every potion league, wizards invent new potions, which are then quickly promoted, produced and sold.

Therefore, even if there is a casualty rate, it has never been recommended to stop because of the benefits.

After the dinner in the auditorium, everyone was discussing intensely on the way back about the Triwizard Tournament, or the students from the other two schools who were about to arrive in October.

The roar outside the castle continued, and the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.

But as soon as he went to the underground corridor and entered Slytherin's lounge built at the bottom of the lake, that sound was completely isolated.

No matter how stormy it is outside, it's still peaceful here.

If there's anything bad about it, it's probably that it sometimes gets too static. There's no snow in the winter, no greenery in the spring, no rain on rainy days, and no stars at night.

Indra has six classes on Monday morning, including two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, two Transfiguration classes, and finally two Care of Magical Creatures classes.

The fourth-year Slytherin students walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. They were the first students to attend Mad-Eye Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so they were all a little nervous.

A cold and strange thumping sound came from the corridor outside the classroom. It was the sound made by Moody's non-human wooden foot on the ground.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he asked everyone to put away their useless books, then took out a roster and started calling the names.

The first person to be called was Blaise. His voice seemed to be stuck, and he answered in a hurry.

Moody's normal eye scanned the directory, while his bright blue magic eye turned around nervously, staring at each student who responded.

"I have learned about your study status from Professor Lupine. With his help last semester, you seem to have some basic knowledge and defense methods against dark magical creatures. However, you still don't know enough about spells. .”

Moody's scar-covered face suddenly smiled, "However, I believe that many of you, compared to classmates from other colleges, should have a better understanding of black magic, right?"

The faces of the students in the audience changed and they looked at each other in confusion.

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Slytherin student: Professor chirped!