Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Krum ran away in embarrassment, but the nest of dragon eggs suffered a disaster, as several of them were accidentally trampled to pieces by the struggling fire dragon.

Everyone in the stands gasped.

The last one to appear is Harry Potter, who will have to deal with the most dangerous Hungarian black-barked hornbill.

To everyone's surprise, he summoned his Firebolt, performed a Quidditch match with a fire dragon, and finally won the golden egg for clearing the level.

Because Indra thought Krum would use such a method and had high expectations for using a broomstick to deal with the fire dragon, she was no longer interested in Harry's performance.

She paid more attention to the Hungarian Horntail, moved closer to Draco, grabbed the binoculars around his neck, and looked at the sky.

His head squeezed over, Indra gave up a lens tube, and the two of them looked at it together.

After the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was successfully concluded, everyone returned to the castle in a lively manner.

It rained on the way back, and Senna and Chax were finally able to cast a complete fire and water invulnerability spell on themselves.

The weather is getting colder and colder, with strong winds and frequent rain and snow. After the surface of the Black Lake finally begins to freeze, Durmstrang's students no longer have to worry about their boats being blown over by the strong winds and into the lake.

And there is no need to walk back and forth between the ship and the castle on rickety planks on the water, they are all frozen together with the lake water.

But everything was business as usual in the lounge at the bottom of the lake, and Indra liked this constant familiar feeling.

Although the Emerald Gathering no longer uses the kitchen as one of its fixed locations, Indra and Draco still go there from time to time to have late-night snacks or have date-based sparring sessions.

It's just that the house elves seemed a little lost as to why they no longer came to the arena for duels.

It snowed heavily all night the day before the Care of Magical Creatures class, but none of the Slytherin classmates knew that.

After all, snowflakes can't break through the thick black lake water and break the crystal glass of their dormitory, and then float into the house.

The next day, after the History of Magic get out of class, everyone wore scarves and gloves and walked on the snow-covered path to Hagrid's hut for the Care of Magical Creatures class.

"How long are we going to take care of these snails? They've grown big enough."

Draco said with a cold and displeased look on his face.

"Hagrid probably thought it could grow bigger." Theodore said sleepily from behind.

Outside the vegetable patch, Slytherin students and Gryffindor students bumped into each other. Both sides noticed the depression on each other's faces, and the atmosphere became harmonious for the first time.

Indra could smell the strong smell of wine lees from afar. Hagrid had put in a lot of effort to take care of Ms. Maxim's horses, and he was always responsive to her requests.

"I hope we won't faint from the smoke during class..."

"That sounds bad...will the squid be drunk and crazy?"

Indra gave Senna a strange look.

In the distance, the students from the two colleges saw the wriggling things in the pumpkin patch and shuddered reflexively.

Walking to Hagrid's hut, there was no snow at all on the pumpkin patch there, because there were ten nearly six-foot-long blast-ended snails, their tails constantly breathing fire.

But this did not make the surrounding temperature warmer, and it actually got colder when the snow melted.

"Look...it won't feel cold at all..." Hagrid suggested sincerely as he looked at some students who were shivering from the cold, hugging a snail in his arms.

Blast-tailed skrewts were just biological hand-warmers to Hagrid.

At this time, even Harry, Hermione and Ron could only respond with an awkward smile.

Indra didn't know why they didn't cast a warming charm on her, but she wasn't cold at all.

Draco's gray-blue eyes kept looking at the silver-covered forest in the distance. Most of the students didn't want to look at the snails. They were either looking at the sky or pretending to count the pebbles on the ground.

Indra had been frowning as he looked at these snails trying to kill each other. They were no longer a pile of rotten meat, but had a thick gray shell all over their bodies, as well as spines and some wriggling suckers.

Her mind was racing with how to subdue these things.

"They breathe fire... But I don't know yet whether they hate winter or whether they can hibernate... Let's try if they want to sleep. I have prepared enough hibernation boxes..."

Hagrid gives new content for this lesson.

The hibernation box was covered with pillows and soft blankets. Hagrid gently put the snails in one by one, and then closed the lid of the box one by one.

"Then I hope they like hibernating..."

muttered a Gryffindor boy.

However, after a loud bang, a box rushed out a few feet away, turned over several times, and then fell apart with a crunch, with blast-ended skrews running rampant inside.

Immediately afterwards, other boxes suffered the same fate, being torn into smoking and burning pieces by the snails.

The students screamed and fled away like a receding tide. A large wave of people had already fled towards Hagrid's hut in panic.

Draco immediately grabbed Indra's wrist and stepped back, pulling her to a safe place.

"Imprison quickly!" Indra raised his wand and pointed at a blast-tailed snail.

The cursed light shot through, but actually bounced off the armor on its back!

When Indra was pulled aside by Draco, she watched with wide eyes as her instant confinement spell hit the unlucky Ron. Like Harry and Hermione, he stayed behind and prepared to help Hagrid catch the mess. Scurrying snails.

Ron's eyes widened in horror, Merlin, he couldn't move!

"Remove the imprisonment!" Indra immediately threw a counter-spell at him to release the imprisonment.

At this time, Harry also quickly ran over and dragged away his good brother who had not yet reacted, saving him from the attack of the blaster.

Draco behind him let out an inconspicuous suppressed laugh, at least only Indra heard it.

She lightly tapped his waist and abdomen with her elbow, then turned to glare at him.

"Did you miss it?" Draco tilted his head and said with a smile.

A Gryffindor boy was injured in the face by the flames spewed by the blaster, and he let out a miserable cry.

In short, it is impossible not to get injured when catching a snail.

The students hiding in Hagrid's hut closed the door and lay in front of the glass windows nervously looking outside, even more grateful that they ran fast.

Due to Indra's experience, no one dared to use spells randomly. They only dared to intimidate and threaten them. They used their wands to spray sparks to try to drive them to one place, and then Hagrid would catch them.

When there was no one around, Indra successfully used a transformation spell to turn all the feet of the snails into loaches, causing them to lose most of their mobility, but its disgusting level seemed to have reached a new level.

Draco blasted the snail with a stream of clear water, trying to force it back. But it became even angrier, sparks splashed wildly and sprayed out more fireworks from its tail. For a moment, there seemed to be many fireworks and firecrackers in the pumpkin patch.

A Gryffindor girl's robe was burned to a large extent, and she hurriedly poured a stream of water to douse it.

"You two, stop it!" Ron yelled unbearably, almost breaking his voice.

Are they here to cause trouble or to help?

Indra and Draco reacted very quickly and stepped on a large pumpkin in the ground to jump away, avoiding the Explosive-tailed Skrewt that was rushing toward them with the spikes on its back.