Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 109 Reservations and Prohibitions

Who is the enemy?

Where is the shadow that divides Hogwarts?

Is the Sorting Hat's warning true?

The applause was followed by intensive whispers, but after Professor McGonagall's stern and silent gaze glanced over, the auditorium quickly became quiet again.

The sorting began, and Indra quietly touched Draco's arm and motioned for him to look at the Sorting Hat.

"Look."

"What are you looking at?"

"Branch, we will guide them to the dormitory building later. We must remember their appearance."

Draco watched reluctantly and absently as a little boy with blond hair stumbled towards Gryffindor.

"They all look the same, how can I remember them?"

Senna: "This new generation doesn't seem to be attractive enough."

Chucks: "This is sorting, not a pageant."

Indra covered her face in annoyance and said angrily in a voice as if she had accidentally swallowed poison, "Maybe it hasn't grown yet..."

"No, we were pretty enough in the first grade, weren't we?"

By us, Senna meant she also had Indra and Draco, and she had to admit that Draco Malfoy was still very beautiful when he was mute.

But Chucks obviously thought he was included and nodded in good spirits.

“Lilith Jia Lai!

……

……

Slytherin! "

Upon hearing the name of their own house, the people at the Slytherin table all turned their heads, looking at the little girl with long brown curly hair with smiles on their faces, and applauded reservedly and enthusiastically.

After passing two more people, Professor McGonagall shouted again,

“Arnaud Riverin!

……

……

Slytherin! "

A little boy with black hair and blue eyes.

As the last freshman entered Hufflepuff, the sorting was over. Indra counted a total of 12 people who were sorted into Slytherin, which still seemed to be the one with the smallest number.

Dumbledore was very considerate and did not intend to give a boring speech at this time, but directly let everyone eat.

In front of Indra, there were some dishes that were different from other students, some brightly colored stir-fries and stews, and crystal-clear grains of rice mixed with chopped vegetable leaves.

She put the spoon and fork on her plate and ate happily.

Needless to say, this was specially prepared for her by the elves, and Hermione would be so angry that she would vomit blood if she found out.

Goyle and Crabbe, who were diagonally opposite, looked at them with a little helplessness. They became more and more burly with each passing year and had fierce looks on their faces.

These two people are like sharks. I don’t know whether they taste good or not, but I must take a bite.

Indra pushed the plate towards them.

Just when Draco was about to use a silver fork to poke a piece of light green celery into her bowl, Indra immediately reached out to cover her bowl.

"Can't you feel the pink toad's sight?" Chucks said cheerfully, scooping out a large piece of steamed egg with a spoon and spreading it on his rice.

I have to say that Chucks is very good at eating, and he grasped the essence of steamed eggs in no time.

Senna quickly took a sip of pumpkin juice and swallowed the food in her mouth. What a pink toad. She never wanted to wear pink clothes again.

Draco's gray-blue eyes glanced at the headmaster's desk, and the silver fork pierced the celery on the plate, making an unpleasant crunch.

Indra lowered a hand and ran it along his thigh.

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After everyone had finished their dinner and the gold and silver plates were shiny again, Dumbledore stood up and delivered a speech.

Indra licked her mouth and put down the orange juice with many fruit pieces that she was drinking.

No going to the Forbidden Forest, no magic in the corridors, no breaking the school rules posted on Mr. Filch's office door.

That's what he printed out in volumes.

Dumbledore continued, "...this year, we have two changes to our teaching staff. It is a pleasure to welcome back Professor Grubblyplan, who will continue to teach you the Care of Magical Creatures. In addition, I am equally pleased to introduce to you Professor Umbridge, she will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the new semester."

"Selection of the college Quidditch team————"

The last few words that were said made the students concentrate more than the long list before them. They craned their necks to wait, but for some reason Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

This reminded everyone of the suspension of the Quidditch Academy Cup last semester, and then reminded them of some bad things.

There was a cough trying to attract attention, and Indra's eyes moved away from Dumbledore's large silver beard and fell on a large pink bow that was level with his beard.

Umbridge stood up at some point, as if she wanted to make a speech.

Dumbledore was not angry. After a brief moment of surprise, he immediately sat down calmly and generously and with discernment.

Indra then picked up her silver cup and took a sip of juice. Her beautiful eyes turned around on the faces of Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, and then fell on Professor Snape's face.

His gloomy brows showed a surprised expression as to whether the woman who was speaking was a stupid pig.

Professor Snape had to watch his position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher being taken away by others every semester, and most of the teachers unfortunately just couldn't deal with him.

This semester looks to be no different.

Seeing Professor Snape, Indra couldn't help but think of what he said to her and Draco at the end of last semester.

It's better for both of you if we separate.

After driving for a while, Umbridge had already started to speak. Her voice was sweet, thin and artificial, which was very inconsistent with her age and appearance.

Even freshmen are old enough to talk like this.

"It's so nice to see these happy, innocent little faces looking up at me!"

"I have a bit of a sore tooth." Senna whispered, covering half of her cheek.

I don’t know if it makes other people happy or not, but Slytherin students don’t like this kind of childish tricks. They treat them like three-year-olds.

Umbridge continued, "...I believe we will become very good friends!"

Suddenly, her voice became dull and serious, as if she was wearing another mask.

It even sounded hollow to Indra.

"The Ministry of Magic has always considered it a privilege to be engaged in the noble profession of education...

...It was found to be a decision-making error...retained...obsolete...abandoned...abandoned...should be banned..."

It was a very long and boring passage, and Indra frowned more and more as he listened to it, but most of the students were probably in a trance after hearing the beginning.

Some Slytherin students seemed to have a more political sense than others, either aware of it themselves or learning from their parents, and they exchanged cryptic glances calmly.

Senna said quietly, "Hogwarts doesn't seem to be peaceful this year either."

Chucks yawned and asked simply and crudely, "How does she plan to transform Hogwarts?"

Both reserved and prohibited.