Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Professor Snape was running up and down the corridors of the classroom, as if he would go blind if he looked into everyone's cauldron.

Indra used a ceramic pestle to stir the lavender liquid in his pot. It was getting lighter and thinner, and was about to become as transparent and colorless as water.

"If you still have this attitude when making potions in fourth grade, then I will have to take some extraordinary measures..."

Professor Snape suddenly regained his composure and stood on the podium.

"Before this Christmas, I will give one person in each class a little surprise. It will be used to test whether his antidote is effective. What do you think?"

Draco let out a very untimely huff, which was very clear in the silence and panic of the classroom.

"Why don't you say anything? Is Draco the only one who agrees with my decision?" Professor Snape said slowly.

"Also, there is one more thing..." Professor Snape seemed to be very impatient about this matter, and everyone was curious about what it was.

"There will be a dance on Christmas Day, which will be open to you and the senior students, and we have the right to invite the junior students... I believe you are all good at dancing, don't you need me to tell you too much?"

Those dark and gloomy eyes paused especially on the Slytherin students. Professor Snape continued,

"I think not being able to attend the prom if you're poisoned will make you feel better about this class...otherwise you'll just be lying in the school doctor's office..."

Draco turned to look at Indra.

She was so busy with the beginning of school that she had forgotten about the dance.

After class, Indra took her time to pack the antidote she had prepared for the first time in the classroom, and waited until everyone was almost done leaving.

She walked to the podium holding a slip of parchment, where Professor Snape seemed to be adjusting his thick lesson plan.

"Professor, I want to borrow a book and need your signature." Indra cleared her throat.

Professor Snape stretched out a hand without raising his head, and Indra put the note into his hand.

""Spells and Potions Sympathy Experiment""

Professor Snape read out the title of the book word by word, and finally raised his head and glanced at her with a frown, "What are you doing with this book? Putting potions and spells together is like using two crucibles to make different things." The potions also expect them to react to each other."

Indra argued, "Of course not in two crucibles. There will always be changes if they are poured together, right? Besides, aren't many potions used to deal with curses?"

"A simple and crude idea. The fact is that you can't deal with charms and potions the same way you deal with potions in two cauldrons."

Professor Snape said slowly, and signed his name Severus Snape with a feather pen.

Draco was waiting outside the classroom door. Indra waved the parchment IOU in her hand towards him and put it into her bag.

When Indra, Draco, Senna and Chucks went to the auditorium for dinner in the evening, they found many people crowded and noisy in the foyer.

A man read aloud what was written on the marble bulletin board.

"Delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive at six o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 30th.

……

The afternoon classes will end half an hour early! "

So tonight the auditorium is particularly lively. Everyone is discussing the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations that will arrive in a week, discussing the selection of warriors, discussing the Yule Ball, discussing who to dance with, and discussing who to dance with. dress…

But there are still some fourth-year students who are in a state of anxiety mixed with excitement about the ball and worry about poisoning because of Professor Snape's threats.

When Indra went to Mrs. Pince to borrow a book with a borrowing note issued by Professor Snape, she saw Hermione in a pile of books.

But Indra didn't intend to say hello to her now. She put the book under her elbow to hide her name and prepared to go back to the Slytherin common room.

However, Hermione raised her heavily burdened head at exactly this moment, and there were quite a lot of things in it. She saw Indra's figure through the gap in the bookshelf.

"Indra!"

Hermione stood up and shouted in a low voice, so as not to call out Mrs. Pince and be kicked out.

She waved to Indra, with an expression on her face that urged her to come over.

Indra had no choice but to walk over, lower her head and look at the thick tome in front of her, while asking, "What are you checking?"

A few lines in the tome read: Starting from the Middle Ages, elves, as losers in wars, were classified as the lowest slaves by human wizards and received servile education for generations...

"I'm doing a very great thing, I hope you can join me! Now we are short of manpower, Harry and Ron are really useless..." And it's not positive at all!

Hermione's eyes sparkled and she said that she needed someone like Indra to execute her plan.

They will make great partners!

Indra briefly thought about what great cause she was talking about, and then said bluntly and warmly without any hesitation, "No, I'm very busy, Hermione."

"This is really important! Do you know the kitchen at Hogwarts? There are more than a hundred house elves there! They all have no clothes, no wages, no sick leave, no allowance, no holidays, but they have to maintain the entire castle every day. Running to prepare food for us! This is slavery! We should help them..."

Seeing that she was getting more and more excited as she spoke, Indra quickly took two steps back and said quickly as if she suddenly remembered something important, "Sorry Hermione, I'm really busy, I have to go first! Let's talk next time ! Only you can do this great cause!"

After saying that, Indra hurriedly left the library as if running away, and on the way back to the common room, she thought deeply.

Hermione actually knew there was a house elf in the kitchen? But she never saw anyone else there.

It looks like the Emerald Gathering can no longer go there.

But Indra found that Hermione had not given up on the idea of ​​including him in her grand plan.

After an Arithmancy class, Hermione blocked Indra in the corridor on her way to the next class.

Under her elbow she held a thick stack of digital tables and calculation simulations she had drawn, and in her hand she held a small iron box filled with badges of various colors.

Hermione raised the iron box towards Indra, her eyes bright.

"The House Elf Rights Promotion Association, which I just founded, currently only has three members: me, Ron, and Harry. If you join us, we will have four members! This is the primary goal and program of the association that I wrote. If you think there is anything that has not been considered, you can put it forward and make changes after a member vote..."

Hermione was speaking very fast, holding her book in a small iron box with her left hand, and took out a rolled parchment from the pocket of her wizard robe with her right hand and handed it to Indra.

Indra sighed deeply and looked at Hermione helplessly for two seconds.

Instead of picking up the long parchment scroll Hermione had written on, she picked up a badge in an iron box.

Indra just took it casually, which also meant that she did not agree to participate, otherwise she would at least pick a color she liked.

Hermione didn't notice this little detail, she still looked at Indra expectantly.

"The name is quite unique."

The badge is printed with the capital letters S·P·E·W, which happens to mean vomiting.

Hermione immediately said, "Two silver coins are worth one, which will be used as the start-up capital of the association."