Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

There were washing troughs in the four corners, and house elves were standing next to them, seemingly using magic to wash things before they came in.

A few elves suddenly came over carrying a small table, an exquisite printed armchair, and a silver tray full of food and drinks, and placed them near the stove.

"Please, do you need something to eat?"

An elf with a shrill voice slowly walked towards Indra, holding his hands together. His large, protruding eyes were full of humility and fear. He looked like a female elf.

Indra always felt that rejection would not be a good thing. She smiled in a friendly way and said, "Okay, I'm just a little hungry." Then she looked at Draco's expressionless side face and pulled him to the small table.

The two sat down and Draco put his withered hands on the table.

A happy mood seemed to pervade the elves. They began to do their own work, or stood quietly in the corner, but they were always paying attention to Indra and Draco.

The house elf who had just spoken trotted after them, trying to pick up the milk jug and pour it for the two of them.

Indra stopped it immediately, "Ah, no, thank you." She picked up the milk jug herself.

The elf retracted his hand as if burned by fire and bent down deeply.

Indra nearly spilled the milk she was pouring for Draco, so she asked, "What's your name?"

Draco had been watching indifferently and quietly, and the conflict in his thoughts was disturbing the young man's mind like a fire. He didn't even bother to speak to the house elf like Indra, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her out loud.

"Little tip."

The house elf named Xiaojian raised his head, looked at Indra gratefully with his big eyes, and spoke softly.

Of course Indra didn't understand why she looked at her with a grateful look.

"What do you usually do?" Indra asked, taking a bite of the cream cake.

Xiaojian said proudly, "The house elves prepare food for everyone every day, tidy the lounge, and wash the clothes in the laundry room. No one can do it better than us!"

It turns out that the food that appears out of thin air every day, the self-cleaning rest room, and the clean clothes returned from the laundry room are all made by these wrinkled elves.

The house elves around him looked at Jian with envy for getting the chance to talk.

"That's amazing," Indra said sincerely, and then asked doubtfully, "Why don't you wear more complete clothes? Doesn't Hogwarts provide them for you?"

She thought it would be better if they wore decent clothes.

But Xiaojian looked at Indra in horror and absurdity, waved his hands and took a step back.

Draco lazily said at this time, "They are not qualified to wear any clothes unless the owner gives them to them, and giving clothes means being fired and kicked out."

"Yes." Xiaojian lowered his head deeply and bowed.

Indra raised her eyebrows slightly, but didn't say much. Her casual suggestion could not change this profound and extreme tradition, and it was useless to say it.

"Why do I never see you guys anywhere in the lounge?"

Xiaojian's thin, wrinkled face showed a shy and proud smile again.

"The house elves only clean the rest room in the middle of the night. The house elves don't go through the door, they just apparate over... come quietly, go quietly, the elves who are discovered are not good elves..."

Indra was stunned for a moment, confused and surprised, with a little inquiry in his eyes: "You...can apparate here?"

Apparition is an age-restricted displacement spell that can only be used by wizards who are over 17 years old and have obtained a qualification certificate, because if there is a mistake, there will be a danger of splitting.

"Yes, Xiaojian is an elf and is not subject to the magic of wizards."

Indra's eyes flickered, and he began to look at her again. He curved his lips and asked softly, "Can I take someone with me to apparate with me?"

"OK."

I don't know when other elves came closer and surrounded me. Another house elf wearing a tea towel spoke first.

"But we cannot leave Hogwarts Castle without the master's order..."

"House elves can only Apparate within the castle..."

The house elves told each other one sentence at a time.

"Ah..." Indra lowered her eyes in disappointment.

Draco squinted his eyes and inspected these little things that he had never looked at carefully. He didn't know that they had this ability.

No wonder that damn elf Dobby was so easily in cahoots with Potter.

It was getting late and Indra and Draco quickly got up and left.

The elves gathered around and followed them to see them off, holding many snacks in their hands and hoping they would bring them.

Indra waved her hand and took nothing. Draco picked a fresh green apple from a fruit bowl. Indra was sure that he just wanted the apple and was not taking care of the wishes of the house elves. .

Back outside the corridor, Indra blew out the candle in her withered hand, cast the Disillusionment Curse on the two of them again, and returned to the Slytherin lounge.

She yawned, it was already late now and she would have to get up in a few hours.

"so sleepy."

Draco said softly, "Sleepy? I see you and the house elf had a great time chatting."

"How many elves do you have? Are they exactly the same as them?"

"Probably, about ten. What do you mean by exactly the same?"

"Are you just as groveling and fearful?"

Draco paused and said vaguely, "Yeah... I haven't seen them that often."

The two of them went back and fell asleep. They almost couldn't get up the next day and huddled in the back and dozed off during the divination class.

In the next few days, Draco urged Indra to teach him the Disguise Charm. Every day after dinner, he would go to the empty basement classroom to practice, and when he went back, he would stop by the kitchen to get some food.

As the Quidditch season approached in early October, Draco began to run out to the pitch regularly.

In the locker room, Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, was talking.

"...Everyone must be present for training. I don't want Wood to win the Champions League before graduation..."

Flint is in his seventh year, and this year is his last Quidditch match at Hogwarts as captain of Slytherin.

But what he finds more interesting than winning the championship trophy is that Oliver Wood cannot win the Quidditch Cup. This is Gryffindor's old rival. This is also his last year.

Indra would occasionally watch them train with her classmates, sitting on the wooden benches around them.

Senna also joined the Slytherin Quidditch team this year and became a reserve chaser to train with everyone.

Indra leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with his hands on both sides of his body, and a magic talisman book spread out on his legs. He would look at the people swishing past in the sky, and then lower his head and flip through the book.

Draco has chosen four electives, and the senior team members are also very busy with classes, so most of the time they can only practice Quidditch at night.

The temperature dropped sharply after November, and sometimes the cold rain poured down, making people shivering and unable to hold on to their brooms. Several reserve golfers at Senna Chucksbreath stopped training.

The pampered Master Malfoy also wanted to be lazy, but Flint told him very forcefully this time that if he didn't come this semester, he would be a substitute.

Indra originally wanted to cast a spell of invulnerability to water and fire on everyone, but Derian said that official competitions do not allow the use of any spells on the body, and they would not be able to adapt to heavy rain.

So Draco always came back wet and cold, with his face even whiter from the cold.

Indra quickly found a practical life spell outside the textbook, a quick-drying spell and a warming spell, and took the time to drag him to practice together in the underground classroom.

The day before Halloween, everyone can finally go to the long-awaited Hogsmeade village.

Indra is in Professor Snape's underground office, making a potion under his command. It was the smoking, gorgeous purple potion she saw last semester, called Wolfsbane Potion.

But it was not the kind of wolfsbane she found in the book at that time. Wolfsbane could only make a werewolf incapacitated on a full moon night. This new drug could keep a werewolf sane on a full moon night.

Wolfsbane potion has just been released on the market, and Professor Snape was developing it last semester.

Indra was secretly shocked.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade when we're ready. Let's get started."

Professor Snape said relaxedly.

Heat the water illuminated by moonlight in a crucible. Before boiling, pour a certain amount of volcanic stone powder ground with moonstone, and stir repeatedly in an S-shaped path until the gray viscous fluid...

Add two copper money grass leaves...

The male wolf has two hairs... "The hair on the neck is from the tail."

The juice is extracted from the rabbit's eyes... "What are you doing, you only need one eye"

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Indra concentrated on brewing it carefully, and finally added three drops of Spanish poisonous spider venom into the crucible at the triangular point. The dark potion immediately faded quickly like diluted ink, and then became as clear as a gem. Purple.

Indra took the pot of potion into the goblet, which kept making a popping and smoking sound.

Professor Snape straightened his sleeves, reached out and grabbed some sugar from a jar, threw it into the goblet very casually, then picked it up and shook it.

Indra: "Is this?"

"It won't work if you add sugar." Professor Snape seemed a little happy.

Hogsmeade is covered in ice and snow, with thick white snow on every roof and snow on the ground.

The falling snowflakes fell quietly on Indra's black rabbit-skin hat with cat-ear outlines, and the skin of her cold and pale cheeks exuded a little frost red.

Indra and Draco walked side by side on the street through the crunching snow. They were surrounded by Hogwarts students in twos and threes, wearing various hats and wearing various furs and felts. Down clothes keep out the cold.

The two of them pushed the door open and walked into the first store they encountered. Through the large glass on the door, they could see a wall of clothing displayed inside.

After walking around, Indra bought some unique pairs of plush socks with thirty silver koshi. Draco said he would never wear such fancy socks under his wizard robes.

Then they passed by Wenrenju Quill Shop, where a wind chime with feathers hanging from the end hung at the door. There are a dazzling array of quills and ink bottles on the large and exquisite shelves in the store.

Indra took a fancy to a yellow quill with feathers at the end that were as fluffy and fluffy as duck down. You can imagine that when writing with it, the tail feathers would float like a fish.

Its nib is sharpened very delicately, and there are fine carvings on the barrel.

"How much does this cost?" Indra asked the boss while holding it in his hand.

The boss, wearing a feathered hat, held out two fingers.

Indra asked expectantly, "Twenty silver coins?"

The boss shook his head, "Two gold galleons."

Draco raised the black swan quill in his hand, "This."

The boss raised two fingers again.

Draco said impatiently: "Two gold Galleons?"

The boss shook his head, "Twenty silver coins."

With the corners of his mouth lowered, Draco took out four Galleons from his bag and handed them to his boss.

They visited most of the shops, ending up at the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. Because of Black and the Dementors, signs were hung outside the shops and everyone must leave Hogsmeade before sunset.

The two people were walking back, surrounded by white snow and large bare dark branches. Draco had a pair of newly purchased Quidditch binoculars hanging around his neck, and he held them up to his eyes from time to time.

"...Why do you think Professor Snape added sugar to the Wolfsbane potion?"

"do not know……"

"Stop-looking-" Indra grabbed Draco's clothes and shook them twice dissatisfiedly, then suddenly grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his neck.

Draco screamed, jumped up and shook the snow between his collar and neck, and looked at Indra in surprise. She had already laughed out loud and ran away early.

"...You dare to freeze me..." He immediately bent down and grabbed a handful of snow and chased after him.

Draco stepped forward, approached quickly like chasing the golden snitch, then stretched out his hand and directly grabbed Indra's arm.

Both men fell into a ball in the snow.

Indra was no match for Draco without her wand, but now she had no chance to take out her wand.

Draco grabbed one of her wrists and tried to stuff snow into her collar. Indra turned her head to avoid it, and clutched the fur collar of her coat with her other hand. She laughed and gasped, "Okay! I'm sorry..."

The two people's eyes met, and then they gradually stopped moving, falling into a sudden and weird silence.

They were very close, half kneeling and half lying in a ball in the snow, their noses almost touching.

But this doesn't seem to be the time for the two first-year students to sit next to each other, hiding cheek to cheek in the bathroom stall without any distractions.

Draco almost wanted to lower his head and rub Indra's snow-colored cheeks and bright red lips.

Indra felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, and finally turned her face slightly, lowered her eyelids in panic and looked away, pushed Draco away and sat up from the snow.

Draco was pushed to his knees and sat in the snow, frozen on the spot, startled by his own thoughts, but a sense of disappointment and shyness honestly came up.