Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

The Hogwarts Express sped towards King's Cross Station.

Before getting out of the car and saying goodbye, Draco said in Indra's ear again, "I will come."

Back at Malfoy Manor, when the family was having dinner in the living room at night, Draco was cutting the food on his plate, and every movement was elegant and just right, without being redundant.

He was not so particular about eating in school, he was very lazy, and he often looked longingly at the food assembled in Indra's hands.

Although Master Malfoy obeys his father's words, he often obeys his father's instructions even when he cannot see them.

"Father, what happened to the third event of the Triwizard Tournament?"

Draco asked casually, observing his father's expression.

"You don't have to worry about this, Draco. The Dark Lord has returned. He needs Malfoy's help. We also need this opportunity. The wizarding world will be reshuffled, and Malfoy is still standing..."

Lucius looked normal, but only Narcissa knew how nervous he was at the moment when the mark on his arm burned like fire, and he almost jumped up from the bed immediately.

But Lucius soon put on his best disguise and went to congratulate his master on his new life.

Not a single flaw.

Regardless of what he thought before, Malfoy now had to follow him wholeheartedly.

"You just need to keep a low profile in school...don't provoke Potter in the name of the Dark Lord...he won't live long..." Lucius continued.

"Father," Draco frowned, "Do we have to stand over there?"

Lucius's face suddenly changed drastically. He immediately stood up and rushed over to grab Draco's shoulders. His gray eyes revealed a stern cold light, and he looked around alertly, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Narcissa put down the silver knife with an emerald snake handle and said slowly, "Don't yell at him."

Lucius had no choice but to slow down his tone, put his arm around Draco's shoulders and whispered slowly into his ear, "No matter what you think in your heart, Malfoy can only stand by the Dark Lord. Do you understand? Draco?"

Draco didn't dare to look into Lucius's eyes and nodded casually with a straight face.

Lucius narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "What gave you such an idea? Draco?"

Draco used to accept everything decided by his parents because he didn't have what he wanted and didn't think about who he wanted to be.

He just subconsciously imitated his father Lucius, the most powerful person in his heart.

Let yourself be another Lucius.

Now, he wanted to be Draco, but he had to be Malfoy first, and then Draco.

"Dumbledore said..." Draco framed him without hesitation.

"When did you start believing his crap?"

The idea of ​​confession was nipped in the bud.

If he told his father now that he was going to be with a girl of Muggle descent, Draco wasn't sure whether his father would hurt Indra despite his obstruction.

The Malfoy family has too many dangerous dark magic items that can harm people.

Draco had been waiting for a letter from Indra inviting him to her world, but it had not arrived yet.

Not even another greeting.

Doesn't she want him anymore?

He blew the longing sound of mistletoe, but there was only a lonely solo.

Wiltshire was too far away from London for her to hear him no matter how long he blew.

Therefore, he asked Assas to deliver the letter first.

Indra received this letter in mid-July. There were no words in it, only the head of a magic villain with a crying face.

Arthas paced back and forth on her window sill, expressing his excitement at delivering the letter.

Two days later, Draco received a reply from Arthas.

Dear Draco:

我 很想 你.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s only mid-July now, and it takes Assass two days to deliver the letter here. When you wrote this letter, we had been separated for less than half a month. (a magic villain)

On the first day I got home, I told my grandma that I was going to invite a special friend to stay at home for a few days.

And, I will invite you at the end of July, so don't be impatient and let me plan our trip.

Remember to bring Gulu. No need to bring too much luggage, I will prepare it for you.

Indra.

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It was early August in a blink of an eye, and the warm and bright sunshine rarely broke through the thick clouds in London and filled every street.

A tall boy with blond hair walked out of the Leaky Cauldron Bar carrying a suitcase. He was wearing a black shirt, trousers, and a burgundy tie on his collar, with a questioning expression on his face as he looked at the new world.

Then, he looked back at the facade of the Leaky Cauldron, and showed a look that he couldn't bear to look at.

Indra had clearly said she would wait for him outside the Leaky Cauldron, but now there was no one there!

This is an alley in the Muggle world, and Master Malfoy is standing here. He is a little sad that Indra is not considerate and gentle at all, and does not wait for him here in advance.

"Draco!"

A familiar voice sounded from the side, and Draco immediately turned his head to look, and then looked at the girl with unfamiliar clothes but a familiar face in confusion and shock.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

In fact, Indra had been waiting for him here for a long time, and had just been standing in the corner to peek at the expression on his face after he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

In order to give Draco a little shock of the Muggle world, but actually just to appreciate his reaction and expression.

Indra put on a pleated denim skirt before going out. The fitted fabric outlined the graceful curves of her waist and hips, and her thighs under the skirt were dazzlingly white.

The top is a soft and close-fitting gray-green waisted short-sleeved shirt, with a slightly rounded chest.

The small emerald adds a bit of turquoise coolness to the snow-white skin.

The black hair curled into waves is scattered, and it smells fragrant when the wind blows.

Draco's gray-blue eyes didn't know where to place them, looking shocked and stunned, and his cheeks were slightly red.

When Indra approached, he felt that the whole world was squeezing and tilting towards him, and he was nervous and didn't know what to do.

In a magical world where clothing styles lag behind, such clothing is undoubtedly too bold and outrageous.