Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

When having breakfast in the Great Hall on Thursday morning, the first-year boys from whichever house seemed to be very excited. They were discussing the flying lessons they were going to take in the afternoon, especially Draco kept talking about it, but Indra was extremely worried. She is afraid of flying and still sits on the broomstick! She felt dizzy looking down from the astronomy tower! So Indra was always in a lack of interest and looked worried.

"Here, what are you afraid of? I can teach you." Malfoy placed a handful of colorful candies in front of Indra and said dissatisfied with his eyebrows raised, as if he couldn't bear to see her like this.

Only then did Indra realize that his owl had brought him something again. She peeled off an emerald green candy and put it into her mouth and said absentmindedly. She didn't even know when he went to Gryffindor again to make trouble. Discover.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the first-year Slytherin students came to the green lawn outside the teaching building to prepare for their first flying lesson. The teacher, Ms. Huo Qi, has short gray hair and yellow eyes. After a while, Gryffindor students also came. Indra waved to Hermione but was immediately pushed down roughly by Draco. Indra turned her head and glared at him.

Slytherin and Gryffindor stood face to face. There were only twenty broomsticks on the ground, so each side sent ten students first. Those broken brooms were probably useless for sweeping the floor. Indra stepped back but Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Indra was now able to express herself skillfully with her eyes, so she turned to look at him again with a warning look in her eyes.

"What are you waiting for! Get out of the queue! Stand next to the flying broom and seize the time."

Malfoy pushed Indra out and the two of them stood by the broom respectively, and winked at her. It was not Indra's style to run away from the situation, so she had to take a deep breath and accept the decision.

"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle and say 'Get up!'" Ms. Hooch demonstrated.

Sounds came one after another.

"Up!" Indra shouted, but the broom didn't move at all. She shouted again, but it still didn't move. She turned to look at Malfoy. His broom didn't respond either, and his face that had been relaxed just now darkened.

Malfoy cursed the broken broom in his heart, and shouted again with all his strength. The broom was finally caught in his hand, and his face immediately showed a look of relief and satisfaction.

"This broom doesn't work. Try again." Malfoy came over and said.

Indra held her breath and tried two more times before she succeeded. Sweat almost broke out on her forehead, and she missed the Slytherin lounge so much.

Then Ms. Huo Qi taught them to ride on the broom. Indra's nervous palms were sweating. Suddenly Ms. Huo Qi shouted anxiously. Indra's whole body relaxed, and then he found that it was Neville again with a pale face. , he was flying around in the sky like a deflated balloon, and finally fell into the grass with a bang, and the broom disappeared in a flash.

Poor Neville was in the school doctor's office again, this time with a broken wrist, and Indra almost wanted to be friends with him, for this wonderful piece of bad luck.

Ms. Hooch took Neville away. Malfoy suddenly laughed, almost to the point of tears. Several Slytherin students also echoed. Indra frowned and wanted to say something. The beautiful Indian with dark skin The girl snapped: "Shut up, Malfoy."

"Huh, protecting Longbottom? I didn't expect you to like chubby little meat buns," Pansy mocked. She was not very pretty, and her expression was even meaner.

Malfoy picked up something from the grass and lifted it up. A transparent sphere shone in the sun: "Look, fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him!"

Indra frowned worriedly, worried that what he did was not good and that he might get beaten because Harry had already walked behind him.

"Bring it here, Malfoy"

Malfoy sneered with disdain and full of malice, "Where should I put it and let Longbottom find it..." He weighed the memory ball in his hand, "How about... on the tree?"

His face with delicate features showed an expression that made people love and hate him. He stepped on the broom and slowly floated to the sky before riding steadily on the broom.

"Draco!" Indra raised her head and shouted, Malfoy glanced at her with no intention of coming down.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Surprisingly, Harry successfully flew into the sky on his broomstick. Hermione's advice was of no use. Indra saw Harry rushing towards Draco, who easily dodged by turning upside down. The two of them were chasing each other on broomsticks, moving quickly in the sky.

Malfoy angrily realized that he couldn't get rid of the scar, so he turned around and sneered, throwing the memory ball towards a tall building. He knew that Professor McGonagall would be in the office at this time. If Potter couldn't catch it, then The memory ball will break. If he catches it, huh, Professor McGonagall will also find him and punish him.

With this thought, Malfoy quickly landed on the grass.

The answer was the latter. Professor McGonagall came angrily, and finally a smile appeared on his face. But what he didn't expect was that Harry would eventually become the Seeker.

Indra watched Professor McGonagall appear angrily and take Harry away again, while Malfoy and Golcab Pansy watched them off proudly. She frowned and looked away.

After a while, Ms. Huo Qi came back and the flying lesson continued. Fortunately, although Indra was a little scared, she did not make any mistakes and successfully completed the task.

On the way back, Malfoy finally realized from Indra's continued unhappiness why she was unhappy.

"What's wrong? Do you like those idiots in Gryffindor that much?"

"You're the idiot!"

"you……"

Time passes quickly. The pumpkin lanterns hung in the castle herald the arrival of Halloween. All the first-year freshmen are looking forward to the grand dinner in the auditorium. The smell of roasted pumpkins wafting out from nowhere often enchants everyone. I couldn't remember the way and my mind became even more confused.

Indra went to the library to borrow a book "Self-Study of Curses" in the afternoon. On her way back to the Slytherin lounge, she was stopped by two people. She turned around and saw that they were two Gryffindors. Girls, one with black hair seems to be from India, the other has blond hair in braids. Slytherin and Gryffindor don't have many overlapping classes, except for potions and flying classes, which were added later, and Hermione doesn't seem to get along very smoothly with her college friends, so Indra Even less familiar with Gryffindors.

"Hermione is crying in the bathroom here" They left the words and hurried away, holding the Transfiguration books in their hands as if they were going to class.

Indra turned her head and glanced, then turned around and rushed to the women's washroom outside the auditorium.

As soon as I entered the women's bathroom, Indra heard the faint sobbing coming from the cubicle. She followed the sound to the door of the last cubicle and whispered. "Hermione?"

The sobbing inside seemed to be choked and stopped. Hermione wiped her tears randomly and looked at the door panel with some fright. She didn't make any sound, but the door of the compartment was lightly clicked, and Indra's familiar voice came out again. .

"Hermione, it's me, what's wrong with you?"

"Aloho..."

Before Indra finished reciting the spell, the door slowly opened from the inside. Hermione's hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she said sadly, "They don't like me..."

Indra pulled her out, not knowing how to comfort her, so she could only lower her voice and said, "What happened?"

"I...I prepared the levitation spell...but..."

Indra pulled her out of the bathroom. Hermione wiped her tears and talked about what happened intermittently as she walked. When she came to the green playground outside the teaching building where Quidditch was practiced, her mood had stabilized a lot. Somewhat depressed and sad, I asked, "Do you think I'm annoying like this..."

"Of course not, because..." Indra looked at Hermione seriously with her light brown eyes.

"We are equally good people, and being good is not a mistake."