Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 108 What a bad luck

It was already night when the train arrived at the station, and the windows were wet with raindrops.

Indra and Draco were going to maintain order and help Hagrid guide the first years.

"Don't crowd! Let's go one by one."

Draco's cold voice with a hint of impatience was very oppressive. His delicately contoured pale face was half hidden in the darkness. No one dared to disobey.

Indra stood at the other end of the carriage, looking towards him from afar, and smiled helplessly.

The two of them waited for the people who got off the train to stop being crowded and joined together outside the platform in the rain. Indra pulled back a little kid who was following the second-year students towards the carriage.

"Follow that light."

She didn't see Hagrid's giant body, nor did she hear his powerful voice.

"Why don't you see Hagrid?"

Draco looked at the person holding the white headlamp. It was Professor Graplan who taught them last semester.

Of course he knew where Hagrid was and what he was doing.

"I know, I'll tell you later."

The two climbed into the carriage occupied by Senna and Chucks, and then cast a quick-drying spell on themselves.

"It's not Hagrid who came to pick up the new students today." Senna also asked, a little excited, "That means we may continue to take Professor Graplan's class this semester."

Chucks shrugged, "Good news."

"Where has he gone?" Indra asked Draco.

Draco said softly, "Going to find the giant, the real giant, the source of his bloodline. Dumbledore wants to win over the giant and resist with him... but whether he will succeed or not, it's hard to say."

Chucks was surprised, "The giants have been driven out of the wizard's territory a long time ago. If they don't turn around and help attack us, they can pray secretly."

Senna looked at Draco strangely, "How did you know."

Indra: "Don't worry about how he knows. You really don't need Haig's class."

Draco sneered, "Probably because of my father's connections in the Ministry of Magic. You should know that the Ministry of Magic will pay close attention to the movements of these people with dangerous genes."

Senna snorted softly. The Daily Prophet, the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, had been smearing Dumbledore during the summer vacation. Her father was so angry that he threw several beloved cups.

Ernie scolded Fudge and Draco's father Lucius in front of the newspaper at home every day because Lucius made comments that Dumbledore was indeed not a competent headmaster and should be removed from his post.

Indra cleared her throat and looked out the window, not intending to continue this topic. Of course she knew Draco was lying. He obviously knew it from the Death Eaters.

Senna's family are all loyal followers of Dumbledore, Chucks is not involved in either side, Draco's father is loyal to Voldemort, and she herself is of Muggle descent and should be on the opposite side of Voldemort by nature, but she is with the Death Eaters. The son fell in love and was reluctant to let go.

Everything is as complicated as the raindrops tangled together by the wind outside the car window, and the source cannot be found, which is annoying.

The carriage, still empty on the shaft, stopped crookedly in front of two smooth and warm oak doors.

Everyone got off the carriage, entered through the oak door, climbed the marble stairs with blazing torches on both sides to the familiar foyer, and then entered the auditorium.

The fifth grade students' seats were already very far back, and they had to turn their heads to take a closer look at what was happening on the desk of the dean.

"That's?! Why is Umbridge sitting there?" Senna said suddenly, and whispered to everyone in surprise.

"Of course it's the intention of the Ministry of Magic. She will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." said a sixth-grade boy diagonally opposite. His parents are senior staff of the Ministry of Magic.

Apparently the sort of senior staff member loyal to the Ministry of Magic, but Indra had seen him stand up and toast Cedric and Harry last term.

Is the Ministry of Magic getting involved in Hogwarts?

Indra looked at the person named Umbridge. It was not difficult to find her. After all, she was the only one with a new face.

It was a middle-aged woman, sitting on Dumbledore's right side, wearing a pink cardigan, with short taupe curly hair with a big pink bow, short and fat figure, and a loose face. His eyes were slightly bulging, and he smiled deliberately.

Indra felt that this was a bit like her class teacher when she was in the first grade of elementary school.

She was made to kneel because she brought toys to class, which is why she only studied there for a year but remembered it so clearly.

It seems that Fudge was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore last semester, so he sent his confidant here this semester.

"Umbridge?!"

Even more shocked and bewildered than Sena was Draco, who was even a little angry.

Draco gritted his teeth and said quickly, "Dolores Umbridge, that's Fudge's person, senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, and a member of the Wizengamot Tribunal. And...she knows my father..."

Knowing his father meant that Lucius would have a pair of eyes watching Draco's every move for him.

Indra can no longer be so close to him as if no one else is around, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

But they weren't the only couple to worry about it in the days that followed.

Chucks: "Well, it seems that this new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has made you very unhappy even before he takes office."

The sixth-grade boy just seemed to want to say something, but after looking at the prefect badges on Indra and Draco's chests, he wisely shut up.

There is no need to mess with these two people, one is arrogant and the other is hiding a knife in his smile, right?

Juniors and juniors, give way, give way.

"I hope she can teach us something." Indra said coldly.

She was just thinking about the Traceless Extension Spell at King's Cross Station when the Ministry of Magic sent people to station here.

What bad luck.

At this time, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students in from the main door and down a flight of stairs, bringing with them the two-piece sorting set as usual.

"A long time ago I had a new hat,

……

Thought they would never part ways,

......"

The Sorting Hat sang a new song, which seemed to be telling the history of the founding of the school. Indra listened intently.

When she heard that there were no better friends in the world than Slytherin and Gryffindor, she couldn't help but look towards the Gryffindor table at the back.

Hermione's eyes met hers unexpectedly, and they both laughed silently.

But when he heard that the bloodline was the purest, Indra curled her lips indifferently.

Humph, either the Sorting Hat obeyed Slytherin's orders or Slytherin himself set more than this selection criteria.

Could she still blame herself?

"...

Our Hogwarts is in danger,

……

…………Sound the alarm……

Now let's start sorting. "

After a brief silence in the auditorium, applause broke out, but everyone's expressions were blank and solemn.