Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The Beauxbatons people got off the RV. They were all wearing light blue thin silk robes and shivering from the cold.

The most eye-catching thing is their principal, a woman who is taller than Hagrid!

She was wrapped in a black satin robe, with sparkling gemstones.

As Dumbledore kissed the back of her hand, Indra heard him call her Lady Maxime.

The Beauxbatons people went into the castle to keep warm, and Indra rubbed her cold fingers.

After waiting for a while, a dull sound came from the black lake.

For some unknown reason, the sky below the lake was stirred up, making a huge splashing sound, and the ripples of water were violently shattered on the shore of the lake.

"The giant squid has never made this kind of noise before."

said a seventh year Slytherin student.

A huge ship gradually rose out of the water, revealing its dark masts and tied sails.

"Oh... I hope they didn't crash our lounge because they had an eye."

Indra said quietly as she watched Durmstrang's ship, which looked like the remains of a sunken ship, emerge from the water and approach the shore.

The surrounding Slytherin students didn't know whether to laugh or really worry about this matter.

Durmstrang's people got off the ship. They were all wearing thick gray and black fur cloaks, and they seemed to have come from a very cold place.

Their principal, wearing a silver-white soft fur cloak, was greeting Dumbledore.

Draco suddenly poked Chucks in the arm with his elbow, asking him to look at the tall boy walking towards Karkaroff, "It's Krum!"

Indra narrowed his eyes and looked over there, and then thought about it.

The Seeker of the Bulgarian team at the Quidditch World Cup.

Chucks became excited for a moment, "Yeah... who brought the quill?"

Senna also looked over there with bright eyes, but thankfully, she didn't lose her mind and rummaged through the lipstick in her bag to get Klum to sign it for her.

The Hogwarts students followed the Durmstrang delegation up the marble steps through the foyer and into the Great Hall.

Because of the appearance of Seeker Krum, there was a commotion all around, and everyone was annoyed that they didn't bring a quill or lipstick.

Indra said to Chax calmly, "If you learn the summoning spell, you won't have to worry about this."

Chucks looked at Indra with a flattering look, "The teacher hasn't taught you this spell yet, can you do it now?"

At this time, they reached the long Slytherin table. Draco looked at Chucks with disgust, pushed him away, and separated the two.

The Durmstrang students stopped near the Slytherin table, seemingly planning to sit here, right next to the fourth grade students, in the middle of the table.

The Slytherin students made room for them, and the Durmstrang men took off their thick fur cloaks, revealing the blood-red robes underneath.

Their eyes sparkled with interest and pleasure, as if everything here was new to them.

The Beauxbatons students sat down on the long Ravenclaw table. The colors of their school uniforms matched perfectly with the Ravenclaw banner facing the long table.

Krum sat down in the empty seat between Chucks and Draco. His expression was gloomy from the beginning, even a little listless.

"Hello, my name is Chucks, Chucks Shafik." Chucks smiled and extended his hand to Krum, looking at him curiously.

"Victor Krum." Krum shook hands with him naturally, as if he was used to this kind of scrutiny. Because of his two thick black eyebrows and aquiline nose, his face looked very... He seems a bit naturally serious and gloomy.

Draco then reached out to him and said his name, "Draco Malfoy."

Krum looked at him and nodded while shaking hands, "I heard this last name from Karkaroff."

The Malfoy family would have funded Durmstrang if their son studied there. But then I chose Hogwarts.

Indra and Saina did not move. They were still sitting next to each other, and no one could squeeze in.

Of course, there wasn't even a single person sitting between Draco and Indra.

Opposite Indra is a Durmstrang boy wearing a red robe. His eyes have been moving back and forth between the shiny tableware on the table and Indra since he sat down.

"What's that girl's name?"

He quietly asked the Slytherin student next to him, who was Blaise.

Blaise glanced at the opposite side and said, "Indra, but you are not interested in her, right? I heard that Durmstrang only accepts pure-blood students, and she is not even a mixed-blood."

A student named Eamonn Birdhamstrang understood what he meant, "This is just the school's admissions rules, not our principles of doing things. Besides, it's too cold there and there are very few girls, especially when they look like this." A delicate and beautiful girl.”

Delicate?

Are you okay brother?

Blaise suspected there was something wrong with his eyes.

"I do not think so……"

Amber thought that Blaise was defending the girls in his school. After all, delicate was not a good word for a wizard, but he had no ill intentions.

Next to Senna sat a girl from Durmstrang. She was also wearing a bright blood-red robe, and her hair was tied into a long and complicated braid hanging from her left shoulder to her chest.

Her skin is a bit pale, but not too delicate, the color of a snow wall common in cold areas.

Her sitting body was much larger than Indra and Senna, almost that of an adult woman.

After all, the entry requirement for the Triwizard Tournament is that you must be at least seventeen years old, so the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons must have passed this entry threshold.

And Indra and Saina are only in fourth grade.

Indra kept looking at Saina's clothes through her eyes, very interested.

Durmstrang's clothes are so nice.

"My name is Erwin," said the girl from Durmstrang.

They introduced their names to each other.

"Your school is so beautiful." Erwin praised with some envy.

Senna: "You have a whole school year to stay here. I heard that Durmstrang is also very magical. My father once wanted to send me to study there, but it was too far..."

There was a hint of genuine regret in her voice.

Indra looked at the back of Senna's head suspiciously, why did this sentence sound so familiar?

Mr. MacMillan would never send his children to Durmstrang.

After Draco and Krum said a few words, they looked over to Indra. He also heard Senna's words and looked extremely speechless.

Dumbledore on the stage began to speak, and the auditorium fell silent.

When Dumbledore welcomed the foreign students from each school, a sarcastic sneer came from who knows which long table, but it was not the Slytherin long table anyway.