Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Draco!"

Indra hurried down the stairs and shouted to Malfoy, who was walking quickly in front of him. However, he walked faster, and the hem of his robe floated up. When they reached the common room, Malfoy took off his robe and threw it on the arm of the sofa, then sat down on the sofa with a cold face.

Indra stood in front of him and didn't know what to say. After a while, he walked over and sat down next to him.

Malfoy turned away from Indra, he was angry now.

The word "I'm sorry" was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it out. Indra muttered slowly, "You were the one who hurt me first."

"Who put you and Granger together! She is a stupid Gryffindor and you are a Slytherin!"

"She is my friend" Indra exhaled and raised her voice.

"You're such an idiot!" Malfoy said in a frustrated tone.

The two looked at each other fiercely, and then turned their heads angrily.

With a grunt, Indra's stomach actually rang, which diverted the attention of the two of them. Malfoy glanced up and down, showing a disgusted expression but said nothing.

Indra: "...Aren't you hungry?"

Malfoy: "...a little bit, but at least my stomach didn't growl! But I will never go back to eat."

Indra: "Shut up and wait here."

Indra hurried to the dormitory and held the mung bean cake, milk cake, persimmon cake, and mochi layer cake brought by her grandma in her arms. After thinking about it, she picked up a bag of milk powder on the table and ran down, placing it in the lounge. on the table.

"You actually hid food?" Malfoy looked at the green square with exquisite lace on it in surprise. "What is this?"

"What are you hiding? This is made by my grandma, mung bean cake, Chinese delicacy, try it." Indra picked up one and fed it to his mouth. Young Master Malfoy was holding the milk powder bag, looking at it for two seconds and pouring it into two cups.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Indra asked with some anticipation.

The soft pastry was sweet but not greasy. Malfoy reservedly wanted to say it was okay, but seeing Indra's expression that he would be disappointed if it didn't taste good, he nodded.

"I like this, green"

The two found hot water to wash away the milk powder. Halfway through eating, Goyle and Crabbe came in. Indra pointed at the food to signal them.

"Have you not eaten yet? Can you still eat it?" Malfoy raised his head and squinted at the two of them in surprise and disgust, feeling a little unhappy.

Goyle and Crabbe obviously couldn't resist the temptation of food. The two people gathered around, making Indra and Malfoy even more petite.

The quarrel came to an end because of the food. Indra and Gower Crab, whom she had never liked to be close to, were much more pleased with each other. At least they were a bit cute when eating.

Indra took the time to write a long letter to her grandma with a quill pen for Harrican to send. It included a green leaf from the school. She told her grandma that her friend liked to eat the pastries she made and hoped that Grandma can send more.

Draco seemed very active in Friday's Potions class. He told Indra that Professor Snape was his father's good friend, and strongly requested Indra to sit with him in class, so Indra had to It was really hard to sit under the pressure and sit closest to the gloomy and cold teacher. Just because Professor Snape didn't flick his eyes at Draco didn't mean he didn't flick her at her. Hermione even expressed her admiration for this.

The underground classroom was air-conditioned just like the Slytherin lounge. Professor Snape strode in with great strides and swung the wand in his hand to close the curtains. The thin sunlight was blocked and the classroom was plunged into a cold light. .

"You are here to learn the strict craftsmanship and precise configuration of potions. Since you are not required to wave your wand foolishly here, many people will not believe that this is magic... But there is one thing, and that is you Not the stupid fool I often meet.”

Professor Snape's cold and calm voice spoke quickly without any pause. The voice was not loud but made people feel more oppressive and intimidating. When he mentioned the words about improving reputation and brewing glory, Indra found that his eyes were not at all. The cover fell to Draco. Draco had a well-behaved expression on his face. His pretty little face was slightly smiling, and his eyes were adoring and admiring. Indra was used to seeing his mischievous expression. Indra wanted to laugh, but then Professor Snape was cold and cold. His eyes glanced at her face...

But fortunately, Professor Snape had a more important goal. He suddenly called Potter, with an accent similar to Draco's.

“What do I get if I add daffodil bulb powder to a mugwort infusion?”

"Sir, I don't know"

Professor Snape looked at Harry Potter with lowered eyes, and curled his lips contemptuously. He clicked his tongue twice, and then said that it seems that fame does not mean everything.

Indra glanced at Hermione, who had her arms raised high, and then at their Slytherin Headmaster, who was treating her like air. Snape asked another question, where to find the bezoars.

In the belly of the goat. Indra said silently in his heart.

But the boy with the scar on his head still said he didn't know.

"I take it you didn't read a book before term started, did you, Potter?"

Professor Snape seemed determined to make things difficult for the poor strange little boy. Indra nudged Draco, who was shaking with laughter, with her elbow, showing disapproval. Malfoy pulled his hand back, glared at her and continued to look over, smiling even more happily.

In the end, Professor Snape deducted five points from Gryffindor for an unreasonable and tricky reason. The Potions class seemed to be on track. They were divided into groups of two to prepare a simple potion to treat boils. Malfoy raised his eyebrows at Indra, looking particularly confident.

"You weigh the nettles and I'll get the fangs," Malfoy said simply.

Indra looked at the slug with a disgusted expression, "It's yours, slug, and the porcupine quills belong to me."

Malfoy made an all right expression, and the two of them cooperated in an orderly manner with perfect understanding.

Professor Snape was wandering around the classroom, never stopping to criticize. Indra trembled when she heard him say to Hermione, "Are your hands a sieve?" Indra took a breath and weighed the nettles more carefully and accurately. Draco's serpent fangs still needed a while, so Indra lit the alcohol lamp and put it on the small crucible, then picked up a bottle of green potion and filled it halfway. This is an auxiliary potion to help the porcupine quills cook and melt to fully exert their medicinal effects. At this time, Draco's fangs were ground into fine white powder, and he began to cook the slugs with tentacles.

Indra waited for the increasingly green and black potion to boil, removed the cauldron from the fire and waited for it to stop bubbling before putting the porcupine quills in. By this time, Professor Snape had already walked beside them, Indra He frowned slightly and tried to stay calm.

Snape glanced at the black-haired little girl and said coldly, saying that dry nettles and boiled porcupine quills were done was not something worthy of praise, but he must be criticized if he did it wrong. He turned and motioned for everyone to see how perfectly Draco cooked the tentacled slugs and to learn from him.

Indra breathed a sigh of relief and turned her gaze to Draco. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound of something being corroded. She turned around and saw a green smoke floating up. She didn't know what happened and everyone was suddenly shocked. After standing on the stool, she and Malfoy quickly followed suit. Indra saw the Gryffindor boy named Neville soaked in potion, screaming, and the exposed skin was covered with red and swollen boils.

"Why did he get boils?! Aren't we making potions to treat boils?" Indra looked at the chaotic scene in front of her in shock.

Professor Snape roared, "Idiot!" Then the potion that had been spilled on the floor was swept away with his wand.

Malfoy said: "He must have put the porcupine quills directly into the crucible that was still cooking."

Neville was sent to the school hospital, and the remaining classes continued under Professor Snape's gloomy pressure, and Gryffindor's points were lost by one point.