Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Why do we need to raise them? What's the use of it?" Draco asked coldly and angrily. His mood was bad enough today.

Hagrid was dazed for a moment, and then said loudly and quickly, "This is the task I want to leave you with! Whoever can figure out the use of Blast-Ended Skrewts will get full marks this semester! But now! You guys! It needs to be raised first!”

Some small baskets next to it were filled with food that Hagrid had prepared for his snail babies. They were very rich.

There are ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes.

Indra's face showed resistance and haggard, and he stood far away from the wooden box and the small basket, forming a triangle.

She lazily pulled out her wand and used the levitation spell to throw the frog liver and green snake into the pile of snails, but they were all crushed by the snails' erratic legs, or were blown away by the sparks ejected from the snail's tail. Burnt, the scene and the taste are even more suffocating.

"Maybe the blast-ended snail is used as coal in the stove, or as a biological lighter." Indra frowned slightly.

"Lighter? What's that?" Draco asked.

"A Muggle gadget that can start a fire without magic."

A Gryffindor boy screamed when he seemed to be burned by a squid while feeding it.

Now everyone became more and more disgusted with the Blast-Ended Skrewts and stayed away from them.

On the first Monday of the fourth grade, Indra spent the morning she hated most with Draco and Senna.

After returning to Hogwarts, Indra now has an ongoing job to do, which is to cast the spell she carefully prepared on every Slytherin classmate she passes by.

If anyone thought about telling their parents that a pure-blood Malfoy son was in love with a Muggle-born girl, his mind would go blank and then quickly think of other, more important things.

It is equivalent to a mental banishment spell.

Of course, this is when Indra's magic power is stronger than the opponent's. If the target he faces is too strong, the Spirit-Wording Spell will not be effective.

At the end of last semester, she learned the Patronus Charm from Professor Lupine to ward off dementors, which was exactly what she needed for another of her studies.

After learning the Patronus Charm, she could stand in front of the dementors and observe them in person, and even try to communicate with them and test their reaction to the happy potion she made.

If a potion could be made that could replace human emotions...

A bright picture came to mind, and hope and purposeful ambition flowed in Indra's eyes.

When Indra gave Goyle and Crabbe the snacks he brought from the kitchen, he gave them a magic spell.

In the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody continued to list several advanced and weird black arts and demonstrated them one by one just like in the first class.

Indra carefully wrote them down in the notebook, which would become part of the emerald's magical property.

She even thought for a second that Professor Moody was, well, not bad.

"In the next class, at Dumbledore's request, I will let everyone experience the Imperius Curse."

The noise of dissatisfaction rose in the classroom. The Slytherin students were very resistant. They complained when they thought that they could not act according to their own wishes and had to be controlled to make some embarrassing and funny actions.

Professor Moody tried to suppress these voices while raising his voice, "In other words, next class, I will use the Imperius Curse on you."

Draco placed the quill on the table with a clang, closed his eyes with an angry look on his face, and seemed to have nothing to say.

After class, the corridors were crowded with students as usual.

Indra leaned into Draco's ear and whispered, "Can you do this? This?"

He said last semester that he had learned the three unforgivable curses when he was a child.

"…seize?" Draco said one word and asked with his eyes.

"Ah."

Draco nodded, lowered his voice and sneered, "Besides, it has no effect on me anymore."

The two of them crossed the overpass connecting the west tower to attend Professor Babuling's ancient runes class.

"no effect?"

"This spell can be resisted. If you cast too many spells on a person, he will become resistant."

Suddenly, Indra looked at him with a horrified and distressed look, and Draco had a sweet and sour feeling, as if his heart was soaked in magic soda in a candy store.

He quickly explained, "Don't worry, my dad did this. He would only let me run back and forth in the manor to deliver newspapers and coffee to him..."

Or don't let the goose down in the pillows float all over the living room.

Of course, he kept it secret from his mother, Narcissa.

Young Master Malfoy received the most pampering when he was a child. Even Lucius was a loving father, but now he feels the need to be stricter with his son so that he can become an excellent heir to Malfoy.

Indra said gloomily, "Okay... then you teach me this spell, I mean, help me train my resistance in advance. I don't want to be bossed around by Professor Moody in his class!"

"Okay." Draco said warmly.

So in the middle of the night, the two of them sneaked into an empty underground classroom.

Draco took out the candle in the hand of Glory and placed it on the desk. The center of the classroom was reflected in a dim orange light by this candlelight.

"Okay, you must be familiar with this spell, right?" Draco said with a sure smile.

"I haven't tried it on anyone else."

"Then try me."

"You're already resistant." Indra muttered, but she still waved her wand and pointed at Draco, "Imperio"

Draco immediately felt that everything around him disappeared, and he was in a heaven-like mist. Then Indra's voice came unrealistically through a thick curtain of water, soft and ethereal.

Walk around the desk three times.

I don't know if it was because he hadn't been under the Imperius Curse for so long, but Draco felt that he was already addicted to this feeling, and he was willing to follow Indra's instructions from the bottom of his heart.

Just when he was about to take a step forward, Draco hesitated again. He wanted to do what Indra said, but he should show her some resistance.

No, she would have been happier if her Imperius Curse had succeeded. Another voice said in his ear.

……

……

Indra watched Draco intently. His eyes didn't know where he was looking, and the expression on his face was blank and a little tangled.

Indra covered her mouth and smiled secretly, so cute.

But she repeated again without any politeness at all, "Walk around the desk three times."

Draco took two hesitant steps, but stopped again. Then his eyes gradually cleared up, he came to his senses, shook his head vigorously, and exhaled.

He almost did what Indra said!

Draco forced himself to show a calm expression and argued, "If you haven't been exposed to the Imperius Curse for too long, your resistance will disappear..."

Indra looked at him with a smile.

"It's your turn!"

The smile on Indra's face disappeared immediately, and she said uneasily, "Don't let me do any weird actions!"

Draco smiled and nodded, raised his wand and cast an Imperius Curse on Indra.

He looked at her, and then said slowly.