Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

After November, Indra liked the Slytherin lounge even more. Because it was built at the bottom of the lake, it was warm in winter and cool in summer. The temperature here was even higher than outside, so you didn’t have to shiver from the cold. The magma fireplace There was also a bright red and golden fire burning inside.

The green and white striped soft scarf around Indra's neck slightly covers her sharp white chin, her slightly curly black hair hangs behind her back, her clear and delicate facial features are three-dimensional and delicate, her light amber eyes and light red lips are particularly special. Bright, she didn't wear gloves for the convenience of writing. Professor Snape asked her to make a list of the scores and basic information of several exams in the Potions class. She handed it to his office after the Quidditch match. Half the semester passed quickly. After all, she still feels bad for this person. Shouldn't the teacher do this kind of thing? Why leave it to her? Although she is good at potions, Draco is also very good. He is too partial... Principal Dumbledore is different. Although he is weird, he is approachable. Once Draco said something bad about the principal, and the two There was a quarrel.

At the desk, Malfoy insisted on wearing gloves when writing. He was doing homework for the holiday herbology class that had been assigned. Because his father Lucius would give him extra homework after the holiday, so he had to lighten it in advance. Such a burden that he had no time to trouble Gryffindor recently.

And because Theodore deserted the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall punished him for copying the spell in class a thousand times...

The Quidditch match was held as scheduled. Indra and Slytherin students crowded into the high stands. Teachers from each house also had a special stand.

A few days ago, Hufflepuff defeated Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaw defeated Gryffindor. Then Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw both lost to Slytherin. Today is Gryffindor. Findor versus Slytherin.

"I will also join the Quidditch team!" There was a lot of noise around him, and Malfoy tilted his head toward Indra and said loudly.

Indra squinted her eyes and nodded with a smile on her face. There are several seniors in Slytherin who are always probing wildly on the verge of committing a foul. Except for Hillens, he seems to disdain to use this tactic. In fact, Indra thinks it is because he is a bit stupid.

And something happened to Harry's broom on the court.

Because of Harry, Slytherin lost to Gryffindor, which made Draco almost fume. Professor Snape still seemed to hate him for no reason.

Indra stood outside Professor Snape's door with a mock test score analysis sheet and knocked on the door.

"Come in"

A cold, smooth voice came out, and Indra immediately pushed the door open and handed him the things.

The expression on Snape's face was as cold as ever, but at least it wasn't the mocking, disdainful and gloomy look he had when he saw the three Harrys. He scanned line by line

“The handwriting is good”

Although Indra did think her handwriting was good, she couldn't tell the truth from Professor Snape's mouth.

"Thank you for the compliment"

Indra said dryly.

Snape had never seen such a dull student, certainly not in studies. His eyes glanced at the words "still need to work hard" and "draco" in the analysis column behind her full score, and he tilted his head towards Indra.

Indra received the signal, turned around and left, barely touching the door with his hand, when another sound came from behind.

"You and Draco get along great"

"What? Professor Snape" Indra turned around with some puzzled questions.

"Get out," Snape said softly, watching the door being closed and the room falling into absolute silence again. There was nothing in his empty head, but he wanted to laugh at this moment.

Snape thought he was seeing something that wasn't supposed to be there, something outside the trajectory. He knows each of his students, their strengths, weaknesses, and backgrounds. So I also know that Indra is not a pure blood, not even a mixed blood, she is a mudblood, Draco does not know. This is natural, because Indra is good enough and proud, just like...

A pair of blue eyes that broke free from the shackles of the forbidden spell came to mind, but what immediately appeared was Harry Potter's annoying face. Snape closed his eyes and cleared away all his thoughts.

He even looked forward to the future of these two people.

As Christmas approached, Indra had already packed her small suitcase. Of course she was going back to see her grandma.

After staying in Hogwarts for more than three months, she missed the Muggle world extremely. This was a new term she learned and she is now very comfortable using it.

The incoming Hogwarts Express stopped on the track. Indra and Malfoy boarded the train with their suitcases. Goyle and Crabbe walked behind, along with the other Slytherin classmates who were going home for the holidays. Crabbe had originally helped carry Malfoy's suitcase, but after receiving Indra's disdainful look, he immediately grabbed it and carried it himself.

The four of them found a box to sit down, during which time she went out to look for Hermione.

The train was speeding through the night, and Malfoy, who was sitting by the window in the dark compartment, had Indra's head resting on his shoulders, and she fell asleep. Across the way, Goyle and Crabbe were sleeping, leaning against each other.

The announcement that the station was about to arrive in five minutes sounded. Indra reluctantly opened her eyes and slowly sat upright. Her consciousness was still hazy, and the other three people also woke up one after another.

"Goodbye Draco, goodbye Gore Crabbe, and Merry Christmas"

The four people said goodbye to each other on the platform. The cold wind in the night made Indra wake up immediately.

"Remember to give me a Christmas present," Malfoy whispered at last. Goyle and Crabbe had already left.

Indra pursed her lips and smiled, "I know! Don't give me any more candy!"

The two said goodbye. Malfoy was waiting for his mother. Indra saw her grandmother outside the platform. She was wrapped in a thick coat and wearing a wide-brimmed round hat. Indra called out to her grandmother and rushed to her. Into her arms.