Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

So it can only be the Beauxbatons student sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

Do you know how to be polite?

Indra frowned in displeasure.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, the clean dishes on the long table were instantly filled with sumptuous food.

Indra looked around the table, not knowing what to eat first.

There are many more foreign dishes on the menu today, including French bouillabaisse, veal braised, Christmas brown bread...

Suddenly, Indra's eyes widened. She saw a pot of tomato and egg noodles covered with green onions.

She sniffed in that direction implicitly, and the familiar fragrance seemed to create a sense of separation from the long table and gold and silver dishes here, like her hallucination.

But very tempting.

Indra struggled to get herself a bowl with a fork and noticed Draco looking at her, "What's this new dish?"

So Indra put the bowl in front of him and said, "Try the tomato egg noodles."

Draco smiled.

After the main meal, desserts were served again, with some new twists.

After everyone finally had enough to eat and drink, the highlight finally came. After Dumbledore introduced the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, he invited the Goblet of Fire, which would choose the warrior.

A goblet carved from wood with a large blue flame.

Compared with other college students, who have longed for the Triwizard Tournament, they even tried every means to try to deceive the age line drawn by Dumbledore.

Most Slytherin students have a tepid attitude.

They can clearly distinguish the difference between the benefits of winning and the chances of winning, especially students who are not old enough.

Chucks asked Draco, "Do you want to participate?"

Draco shook his head. Why is he participating in such a thankless competition? The Malfoy family is not short of gold.

"Do you want to participate?" Chucks asked Senna again.

Senna also shook her head, "We are only in fourth grade, there is no need."

Indra said before Chax could ask her, "No."

After this, the welcome dinner is completely over, and everyone has to go back to their own places to sleep.

Many people were watching where the people from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would live, and Erwin told Senna that they would go back to the ship to rest.

The next day, Indra and Senna prepared to go to the auditorium for breakfast as usual. As they were walking through the common room, a tall boy came over. He had short white hair and a face that looked like a Greek sculpture. s face.

"Good morning, Indra, I would like to ask..." The boy walked up to them, holding his chin slightly because he was too tall. He looked at Indra who was a little nervous but said calmly, "I plan to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament. Sai, can you wish me good luck?"

Indra is very sensitive to feelings and not slow at all, so he immediately realized that he had a good impression of her.

Senna secretly laughed silently beside her. She whispered in Indra's ear, "This is Mosliyan in seventh grade. There are many suitors..."

At this time, everyone in the common room looked over and watched.

"...Good morning..." Indra curled her mouth, but the curvature of her eyes did not change much. She nodded, "Then I wish you good luck and bring glory to Slytherin."

"Can you be my partner at the Christmas dance?" the boy asked, smiling.

Indra said gently without apology or embarrassment, "Sorry, I already have a dance partner."

There was a little regret and disappointment in the boy's eyes, as if he thought he should have asked earlier.

But he was early enough, and there were still more than two full months until Christmas.

"Okay, thank you for your blessing." After Moslian said that, he strode away neatly.

"I said, why didn't you agree to him? If he becomes a warrior, wouldn't it be the center of attention when you do the opening dance?" Senna's anger was not too big a deal, and she didn't care about Draco's existence at all.

Indra glanced at her angrily and suddenly asked, "Who are you dancing with?"

Senna said softly, "It's not decided yet, let's see again."

"I thought you were going to dance with Chucks." Indra raised her eyebrows and said deliberately.

Senna was speechless, "Who wants to dance with him?"

When passing by the foyer, there were a lot of people gathered around the Goblet of Fire, discussing who had dropped the parchment with their names on it.

Because today is Halloween, the decoration of the auditorium has changed a lot.

Little black bats were flying on the ceiling, and there were many little pumpkin figures piled up in the corners. From a distance, you could smell the soft, sweet and crispy-on-the-outside baked pumpkin pie.

While eating the delicious pumpkin pie, Indra couldn't believe that the list of participants for the Triwizard Tournament could be more attractive than it.

After a while, Draco came, sat next to Indra and leaned slightly on her shoulder, then took a cup of pumpkin and took a sip and asked, "Who has signed up?"

Indra was in a daze and said slowly, "I don't know..."

Senna smiled at the same time and said, "Moslian."

Indra's divergent thoughts gathered together, and her eyes hinted at her: Don't cause trouble for me.

"Who?"

"A boy in seventh grade who is very popular with girls. I heard from Annie that both Pansy and Tiffany wanted to invite him to dance with him, but they were both rejected."

"Oh." Draco curled the corners of his mouth downwards in a perfunctory expression of regret.

After breakfast they returned to the lake lounge.

There were very few people in the lounge. Some of them were either watching the excitement in the foyer or observing Durmstrang's big ship on the edge of the Black Lake while chatting with them.

There are even people who are getting up slowly just now and rushing to the auditorium to eat leftovers.

Indra was reading a book by the fireplace and taking notes, which was the book "Experiments on Sympathy of Spells and Potions" borrowed from the restricted book section.

Draco was half-lying, half-leaning on the squishy chair next to her, holding in his hands the book Professor Flitwick had given them to read in preparation for learning the Summoning Spell.

At eleven o'clock, Indra suddenly said, "How about we go to Hogsmeade for lunch at noon."

There is an old restaurant there and the food tastes pretty good.

Draco closed the book, slowly sat up and nodded, "Okay."

You can go to Hogsmeade Village on Halloween, but this time everyone prefers to stay in the castle and pay close attention to the events of the Triwizard Tournament.

So the two of them went back to the dormitory respectively, put on their hats and cloaks to prevent snow and cold, and went to Hogsmeade for lunch.

Hogsmeade is above the snow line and is covered with snow all year round.

Some people have candy buffet trays outside, hung with ghostly black and white cloth strips and decorations such as withered claws, evil pumpkin heads, werewolf tails or vampire fangs.

They pushed open the door and walked into an old-fashioned restaurant called McBryant. The mahogany benches in front and behind each table had high backs and surrounded the tables, making it look like a carriage in Hogwarts.

A yellow pumpkin-head chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

Indra and Draco found a seat in the corner and sat down, their figures completely hidden by the high backs of the chairs.

There is a parchment menu hanging on the wall, which looks very old.

"Want something to eat." Draco pulled out a piece of paper and quill from the box on the table.

"Crispy pork belly with... applesauce. There are also cheese and green onion tarts, braised wild mushrooms, roast lamb, and some fruit mulled wine..."