Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 115 Quidditch Selection

In addition to Chucks, Senna and Blaise, there are two fourth-year boys in the Slytherin team's selection on Saturday.

Both fourth-grade boys are reserve hitters like Chucks.

The batters Derek and Bol from last semester are gone, and the chaser Warrington has to retire, so this time the Slytherin team is almost completely changed.

Chucks continued, "We couldn't find you during training last night. Don't forget it the day after tomorrow."

Draco took a sip of strawberry juice and said, "I'm on night patrol."

He refused to talk to Chucks anymore as he picked up the Daily Prophet that was on the table, delivered by today's barn owl.

His gray-blue eyes first glanced at the column table of contents, and then settled on a title with familiar words.

The Ministry of Magic reminds the wizarding world that Black is very dangerous...

Escaped from Azkaban... currently hiding in London... Please be extremely careful when traveling. If there are any witnesses, please contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible...

Could it be that his father recognized him on the platform?

Just when Draco was wondering whether to tell Indra this trivial matter, she asked.

"What did you say?"

"The Ministry of Magic reports that Sirius is in London." He moved the paper over to show her.

Indra just glanced at it casually and didn't care much.

After a quick breakfast, Indra, as a prefect, had to pay attention to the first-year students who were always lost from time to time.

Tell them where the classrooms are in the castle and how to navigate the strange stairs.

Indra winked and said to Draco, "Master Malfoy, come on."

Draco curled his lips helplessly. When she teased him, she liked to call him Master Malfoy.

When Master Malfoy and Miss Mendesse were both freshmen, he tied her to him with his ability to memorize the castle's routes.

"What should I do if I meet Peeves?" A little Hufflepuff boy asked with tears in his eyes, obviously having been bullied.

Today, the first-year students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff were going to take Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class together. Ernie and Hannah, the prefects of Hufflepuff, happened to come out of the corner of the hall at this time, wiping their mouths.

"Who did this!" Ernie rushed over, looked at the little boy, then at Indra and Draco, and then glanced around again rather harshly.

Hannah: "Calm down... Ernie, you look like the male version of Professor McGonagall now."

Indra smiled silently and nodded to Hannah, who had nothing to do with each other.

"Peeves did it." Draco said impatiently.

Senna's brother is a heartless person.

"Run away if you see him alone. I will go to the teacher to report it." Ernie touched his hair and gritted his teeth. He had nothing to do with Peeves.

Next, Indra and Draco stomped to the History of Magic classroom and sat down next to Senna and Chax.

While Professor Spencer was reading the history of the Giant War in a smooth tone, Indra was busy writing her spells homework.

Draco took notes carefully.

In the entire classroom filled with sleepiness, there was no one more focused than the two of them.

After the second day of class, the fifth-year Slytherin students were given another pile of homework.

During dinner in the auditorium, almost everyone was discussing and complaining about what homework they had, what homework they had done, and what homework was left.

"Have you done Professor Snape's homework? How many uses of moonstone have you written about?"

"Who has taken notes on the history of magic? How should I write a paper on the Giant War? Oh my God, I fell asleep again. The refreshing candies bought from the damn Zuko's joke shop are of no use at all..."

Theodore was explaining to Anne Carlo what the self-planted pollinator shrub in the herb class was all about, but after hearing Theodore's straightforward explanation, she suddenly pushed him and almost pushed him off the stool.

"...You deserve it if you don't know how to write..."

The Care of Magical Creatures class this time was about drawing a sketch of the Bowtruckle. Everyone tried hard to recall what the Bowtruckle they caught in class looked like and where the limbs and body were.

Indra was carefully recording every assignment in his homework book with his eyes lowered.

This homework book was given to her by Hermione in the ancient runes class this afternoon. If you don't do your homework on time, it will scold you, 'Don't leave today's homework until tomorrow, you second-rate piece of shit! '

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Back in the corner of the lounge at the bottom of the lake, Draco was thinking about what he dreamed last night and planned to write it down on parchment.

The homework assigned by Professor Trelawney is to record every day's dreams, because now they are learning how to interpret dreams.

But Draco suddenly thought of what he was doing last night, and his cheeks instantly heated up. He shook his head and planned to start recording from tonight.

So Draco took out another piece of parchment with a Bowtruckle drawn on it. Indra had quickly drawn it when he was observing them in class today.

Master Malfoy is just a little too clumsy and cute when it comes to drawing.

Indra finished translating half of the ancient rune article and looked up at Draco who was piecing together the Bowtruckle's body with a feather paintbrush. He kept looking until he felt his eyes lift up.

"Are you done?"

"Not yet, I still have this and the Transfiguration class homework." Indra tapped her parchment with the tail of the black quill.

"I'll teach you." She suddenly stood up with interest, walked to Draco, lay on his shoulder and reached out to grab his right hand.

Indra's hand was not as big as Draco's, and she couldn't hold the entire back of his hand with the quill. Her slender and beautiful hand just covered it, gently driving his hand to draw short and long lines, Arc, brush a little rough shadow.

Draco felt her weight leaning against him, his gray-blue eyes watching the direction of the pen tip with a touch of pleasure, immersed in this sweet interaction.

After finishing the painting, Indra took the pen away from his hand, put one hand around his neck, and wrote Draco Malfoy's name on the upper right corner of the parchment.

"Dra—co Mal—fo—y, there."

Draco pulled her into his arms and sat up, raising his chin to kiss her.

Indra stretched her arms around the back of his neck, lowered her head and kissed his lips gently.

Fleeting, as soft as ever.

Draco couldn't help but respond to Indra every time she pressed her lips to hers, her lightly scented black hair caressing his cheek like a veil.

What he saw in this jet-black gauze was much more than what Professor Trelawney asked to see in the crystal ball.

Indra's fingers gently caressed the soft blond hair on the back of Draco's neck and asked softly, "Can you tell me now."

What happened yesterday?

Draco looked up at her and lowered her head slightly, "Professor Snape...is teaching me Occlumency."

"Occlumency?!" Indra was stunned, opened his eyes slightly, and put his palms against the back of his neck.

From the name of the brain sealing technique, it is not difficult to guess what kind of spell it is. No matter in any world or field, knowledge related to the brain is very profound and dangerous.

Perhaps in the magical world, souls are also included.

"This is a spell that can hide one's memories and emotions..." Draco paused, looking at Indra with his gray-blue eyes, his expression a bit hesitant and complicated.

Should I tell Indra that Snape did this to prevent the mysterious person from prying eyes?

Although Indra knew that his father was loyal to Voldemort, she didn't know his father's status there, and probably never thought that Voldemort might one day appear directly at Malfoy Manor.

"He wants you to hide our affairs." Indra whispered in a low voice. She understood immediately, but then she was confused.

Was Draco taught Occlumency to protect against Lucius and Narcissa?

Absolutely not.

"Why is he suddenly teaching you this?"

Draco tilted his head with avoidant eyes. He put his arms around Indra's waist and fell into silence for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

Indra bit her lip gently, Draco's unusual silence made her a little anxious and worried.

Just when she was about to speak, Draco's voice spoke first.

"Professor Snape thought...he was worried...that the mysterious man would use Legilimency on me, so he taught me Occlumency."

Draco considered that, in fact, Snape was not worried, he was preparing for this day.

But Draco also hesitated in his heart. His father was indeed the person Voldemort relied on most, but would Voldemort still 'care' about the children of one of his followers?

He raised his head and stared at Indra with his clear gray-blue eyes, and there was even a trace of desire and prayer in them.

"Indra, don't leave me."

Draco circled his arms and hugged her body towards him, so tightly that they could almost feel each other's heartbeats through the wizard's robes, as if they had two hearts growing in their bodies at the same time.

Indra looked back at Draco without speaking for a moment. Her fingers traced his face, and her soft fingertips gently stroked his brow bone.

She hadn't made up her mind yet, but she made her promise first because she didn't want him to show any uneasiness and heartbreak in his eyes.

"I will not leave you."

Although Lucius was a Death Eater, Indra never thought that Voldemort would directly stand between them and become a stumbling block to their already hindered relationship.

And the omens came so quickly.

If Draco was with a pureblood girl, he wouldn't have to endure this.

And with her, Draco would actually be in danger, and even drag down the family behind him...

Indra's mind was in chaos, and his heart felt like a hole in the black lake in winter, and the biting cold air penetrated straight into it.

She racked her brain and couldn't figure out why the word Voldemort was connected with their two names. It should be next to Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Indra didn't have much time to let herself fall into a moment of melancholy and panic.

Draco held her cheek close to him, closed his eyes and tilted his head, pushing his tongue between her lips and teeth, sucking and teasing eagerly.

It made an ambiguous wet sound.

Indra closed her eyes, slowly wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, and rubbed her soft lips against him.

It was a long and intense kiss that was almost oxygen-deprived. After the kiss, the two of them felt their eyes were dazzled while doing homework, and the water vapor inside could not be blinked away.

The words on the parchment had double images.

Draco's pale cheeks were still slightly red. He lowered his head and straightened his wizard robe again without leaving a trace. The robe was wide enough that even if there was something strange about his body, it would be difficult for others to detect it.

Indra unconsciously scratched his numb red lips with the tip of his quill's black tail, and looked at his small movements in a daze with his moist and bright eyes.

After the two finished their homework, they went on night patrol and drove all the students who were still lingering outside the corridor back to their lounge.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the corridor was already empty, the torches on both sides dimmed, and the light was dim.

Indra and Draco walked side by side, and their overlapping shadows were elongated and reflected on the corridor wall.

"What did Professor Snape teach you?"

"Use Legilimency. This spell can read the memories and emotions of others."

Indra opened her lips slightly in surprise. She could actually read emotions and memories. But if she could only read emotions and memories, why would Draco look so embarrassed and depressed last night?

When Indra was in the bathroom last night, she actually saw bruises on Draco's knees and elbows, but she thought they were accidentally knocked in the bath or on a soft surface and didn't think much about it.

"Will it be difficult to learn this?" Indra turned to look at his side face and asked in an extremely soft voice.

Draco smiled brightly, "It's not uncomfortable, it's just that my head hurts a little when I resist Legilimency."

He held out his hand to her, palm up, to take her.

Indra turned her head and glanced back and forth along the corridor, then took his hand.