Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra stood up, leaning against him like a boneless body, her arms wrapped around Draco's neck and hung on him.

Draco hugged her and the two of them left the lounge and headed to the kitchen.

When they were about to walk down the underground stairs to the first floor foyer, an angry voice quickly sounded.

"Where is he?! Take me to see him!"

Draco stopped climbing the stairs. He turned to Indra and whispered, "Remember, it was Fudge's voice."

Indra shook his head, the sound of footsteps approaching, the two quietly walked up a few more steps, then raised their heads to look at the situation above.

Fudge strode forward, accompanied by an unknown Ministry of Magic employee. Filch followed cautiously, having to show him the way.

Indra's pupils shrank, and she saw a floating gray hooded creature behind Fudge.

It's a dementor!

"Why did he bring a dementor?!" Indra grabbed Draco's arm in shock or excitement.

Draco held her hand and shook his head, "I don't know, but there's no way it can't smell us."

The two of them felt a slight chill, and Draco recalled the scene when the Dementors broke into the Quidditch pitch last semester. The coldness that was still fresh in his memory no matter how long it took made his face tense.

However, they now know the Patronus Charm, although they have not yet used it on a real dementor.

Fudge and his dementors went upstairs without looking back.

"Could it be that...the Dementors have a definite target?" Indra asked in surprise, so he simply ignored them.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Indra made a quick decision in her mind.

She pulled out her wand and muttered that the summoning spell was a good thing, and then recited the spell.

"The magic potion is coming!"

Draco knew very well what Indra was doing on a daily basis. If someone else said that he wanted to research a potion that could bribe dementors, he would definitely feel that that person's brain had been reforged by a troll.

But if it was Indra, he found that he actually felt that he could be of some help!

Soon, three glass medicine bottles flew into Indra's hands.

One of the two identical transparent glass bottles contains a pink potion, a very simple happy potion.

The other one contains a viscous golden fluid, which is the Happy Potion 2.0 that Indra himself improved.

The last bottle was dark green, and it was unclear what kind of potion it contained.

Indra chose this specifically because the potion it contained looked so disgusting that she wanted to throw it away along with the cauldron as soon as she made it.

"I don't know when they will come down." Indra said.

The two sat and waited on the stairs for a while, and the sound of quarreling got closer and closer, it was Fudge and Professor McGonagall.

"Get that thing away from me!!"

Indra had never heard Professor McGonagall speak in such an angry voice.

Fudge's voice seemed calm and even a little stiff, "Don't worry, my people will be responsible for sending it back to Azkaban."

"I will report this truthfully to Dumbledore!"

There was a sound of shoes thumping on the ground, and Professor McGonagall and Fudge seemed to be heading in another direction of the castle.

Fudge's suppressed angry voice gradually faded away, "Report? You still expect him to punish me..."

Indra and Draco cautiously raised their heads and looked up, just in time to see the Ministry of Magic employee who had followed Fudge passing by the entrance hall and about to go out of the castle gate along the marble stairs.

The dementors floated behind him, and those tattered gray cloaks seemed to flutter in a pleasant arc and frequency.

It feels a little weird.

The opportunity was too late to come back. Indra pulled out the stopper of the dark green medicine bottle, walked up the stairs to the foyer, and used the levitation spell to send the medicine bottle to the dementors who had already gone down the marble stairs.

Draco and Indra hid behind the large pillars in the foyer and looked cautiously down the marble staircase.

It seemed to react, its floating body stopped, grabbing and sucking something in the air.

The opened dark green bottle was right in front of it. There were transparent egg-like things inside that were tightly stuck together, squeezing and twisting each other, breathing, and seemed to burst at any time.

Indra inevitably thought of the potion inside and felt that the roots of her teeth were sore.

She suddenly used her wand to quickly move the dark green medicine bottle to the blind spot of the Ministry of Magic employee's sight.

Because he noticed that the Dementor had stopped, he turned back around the corner of the stairs.

The Ministry of Magic employee did not speak, only an angry look appeared on his face, and there was a trace of disgust and vigilance hidden in his eyes.

The Dementor seemed to have heard his voice and reacted. It took another breath in the direction of the medicine bottle, and then walked away without any hesitation.

Indra really wanted to seize it and ask what needs improvement? !

The dementors followed the Ministry of Magic staff, and Indra used magic to make the cork plug the medicine bottle from a distance, so that it remained suspended next to her.

"It smelled it." Draco said encouragingly, "It just didn't react very positively. I saw that the dementor looked very full."

Nothing like those starving ghosts I saw last semester.

very full? Indra raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Professor McGonagall is so angry, it might have sucked someone's soul!" Draco said with horror when he thought of this.

Indra also widened his eyes slightly. Who in this castle needs to be executed with the Dementor's Kiss?

She also had another question, "The Ministry of Magic employee was communicating with the dementors, but he didn't speak."

Draco shook his head, "I don't know."

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Filch's sudden harsh voice made the two of them tremble, and they both forgot to cast the Disillusionment Charm.

Indra and Draco slowly turned around and met Filch's vicious eyes. Indra curled her lips unhappily and muttered, "Let's... take a walk..."

"Go back quickly!"

Unexpectedly, Filch let them go and just urged them to get back to the lounge.

After Indra and Draco walked down the underground stairs, they cast the Disillusionment Charm and turned back again. They still persisted in going to the kitchen.

Anyway, the exam is over. You can sleep as long as you want tomorrow.

But how many people can sleep peacefully tonight?

The next day the whole castle seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and the air was filled with a desolate smell.

Indra saw Hermione and Ron in the auditorium. Both of them had dark circles under their eyes and their faces looked haggard.

A small number of people are like them, and some people's eyes are still swollen even at noon.

In the last few days left at the end of this semester, it seems that more people have gathered in Hogsmeade than before, and everyone wants to escape from that kind of sadness and regret.