Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Chapter 116 Quidditch Selection 2

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On Saturday morning, after breakfast in the Great Hall, the Slytherin students trooped through the foyer to the Quidditch pitch.

The bright and warm sunshine is shining on the green court, and the wind is sunny. It is a good weather for playing Quidditch.

The Slytherin team's new lineup will be finalized after today's trial.

In the team locker room, Indra sat on a soft bench in a small compartment temporarily opened for Saina, watching her prepare to change her jersey and carefully put on protective gear.

The Slytherin team may have a fierce and intense style of play, with a lot of physical collisions on the verge of fouling.

Or maybe it's because many people come from pure-blood families, behave like noble ladies, and are unwilling to play the wonderful but equally barbaric Quidditch.

In short, Slytherin has not had a female player in many sessions, so naturally there is no dedicated female locker room.

"I will become a chaser!" Senna said loudly, tying up her rich golden curly hair.

"Come on!" Indra said with a smile and waved his fist.

The two walked out of the compartment and came to the front hall of the locker room. The walls here were covered with large silver-checked green flags. There were some cabinets with glass windows on the walls, which displayed replica Quidditch Academy Cups. Some small medals, old Quaffles and Bludgers, old Slytherin jerseys, etc.

A large shelf was lined with uniform dark green brooms, and only now did Indra notice that the models of the Nimbus Series had been updated this year.

Now the official members of the Slytherin team all use Nimbus 2002.

It was still sponsored by Draco's father Lucius.

At this time, Master Malfoy was holding his arms with hard protective gear and leaning against the wall facing the women's locker room.

He was a little absent-minded today, and his pale handsome face looked very cold and mean, because he was going to Snape to learn the brain blocking technique the day after tomorrow on Monday afternoon.

Chuckles sat on the ottoman with his elbows on his knees and yawned, a bat in his arms.

Two fourth-grade boys, Walker Clay and Will Flint, both tall and strong, were picking out a handy bat for themselves.

All three are set-up hitters.

Blaise was calmly adjusting the ties of his green cloak in front of the mirror.

Seeing Indra and Senna walking out of the compartment, Draco stood up straight, his eyes softened, and there was a little smile on his lips.

After everyone arrived, Montague, who was sitting on the steps, stood up and said, "Now that everyone is here, let me explain the rules again."

"You are divided into two teams to compete, Draco Chaser, Blaise Chaser, Walker Batter as one team, Drian Chaser, Senna Chaser, Chucks Batter as one team The other team. Miles is still the goalkeeper, and you need to deal with the balls thrown by four chasers. Vail is the neutral batter, and your task is to hit the Bludger to anyone holding the Quaffle. .”

"This training match will use one Quaffle, three Bludgers, and no Golden Snitch. Remember not to confuse your teammates. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The rest of the team members said in unison.

"Then let's go, decide on a suitable lineup, and keep the Quidditch Cup in Professor Snape's office this term."

"Let's give them some color with our new batsman," said wicketkeeper Myles Blige with a mischievous smile.

Several people laughed harmoniously together.

Indra also smiled with interest.

Chucks was rightfully smug and said, "Isn't the best way to win a game is to kill the other team's players?"

He smiled maliciously at Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes disdainfully.

Derian reminded his temporary teammates: "Official games and training are different."

The group walked out of the locker room and onto the open-air court outside.

There were already many Slytherin students sitting on the terraces. They were chattering and talking. When they noticed that the team members came out, they all looked over and clapped and cheered, very enthusiastically.

"Come on." Indra raised her eyebrows and said to the three people. She glanced at Chucks and Senna one by one and then smiled at Draco, "Be safe."

Chucks really feels like his teeth are sore today.

Indra specially wore a light green top today, so that she would not stand out among a bunch of green football robes like she was wearing a black wizard robe. Her dark, silky hair was tied into a loose scorpion braid on the left side of her neck, hanging down on her chest.

The skin is fair and translucent, the lips are red, the eyebrows are picturesque, the eyelashes cast a charming light shadow on the eyelids, and the straight bridge of the nose adds a sense of alienation and coldness.

While everyone was riding their brooms into the sky, Indra and Montaigne, who was holding a pen and paper, walked towards the opposite side of the court facing the three arc-shaped ball frames.

Watch selection training.

The ball was hit by Walker with his stick and hit Blaise hard. He quickly lowered his head to avoid it. Then Senna jumped out from the side to catch the Quaffle and then quickly passed it to Derian.

Derian held the ball in one hand and rode a broomstick towards the goal. At this time, Draco, who was the enemy team's chaser, arrived from the other end and raced alongside him to snatch the Quaffle.

Two black bludgers hit Adrian and Draco from different directions. If they tried to grab them, they would both be hit.

It was from Chucks and Weir, both of whom were still in batting position.

Draco didn't catch the Quaffle. He reversed to avoid the Bludger. At the same time, Derrian also avoided it and threw the ball to Senna.

Blaise rushed from behind and bumped straight into Senna.

At this time, another Bludger hit!

Indra opened her lips slightly, and held her hands with concern.

Montague recorded things on his scoreboard.

The exclamations and cheers in the stands were as loud as the cheers as the three Bludgers were bounced around in the sky by three batters, who literally braved a hail of bullets trying to break through the blockade and score the ball.

Moreover, their seeker was actually acting as a chaser this time, and many girls' eyes were chasing the light golden hair.

Obviously, compared to the Seeker working alone, the collaboration between the Chasers adds a different charm to him.

"What grade is the new boy with chestnut hair in?" asked a seventh-grade girl.

"It's Draco's classmate, fifth grader, from the Shafiq family." A fourth grade girl answered.

"What you call is so kind, Samaya. Malfoy doesn't even recognize you."

The male classmate of the girl who answered laughed and mocked her gently.

"It has nothing to do with you." The girl named Samaya snorted coldly.

"It's a pity that Malfoy already has a girlfriend. The one standing next to Montague is right. Our new prefect, it's funny, he is of Muggle descent." The seventh-grade girl continued, with obvious contempt in her eyes.

Another voice came from behind, "Elsa, you may need to be more polite to our prefect."

Faria, sitting on the steps of the stands behind, reminded, "Or, I'll give you the opportunity to express your doubts to her in person."

It's not good news for the Head Boy to question the people he's sending to work, even though neither of the prefects are doing what they're told!

However, these two people are very effective when they want to do something.

They are all students that Professor Snape likes. Malfoy is rich and powerful, and Mendesse is extremely talented in magic.

The only drawback is that Malfoy and Mondsese are in a romantic relationship. The close relationship between the two prefects is also not good news for the student president.

At this time, the seventh-grade girl tightened her face and stopped talking, looking unhappy.

She didn't have the courage to contradict Faria, nor did she have the guts to challenge her in front of the prefects. After all, she didn't want to be put in solitary confinement or sent to the school infirmary.

Besides, it might also offend Malfoy.

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Indra's eyes were on Senna and then on Draco nervously.

Slytherin is so down-to-earth aggressive even in its own internal competitions.

Because it is broken now, there are still two months to recover and prepare for the first official game with Gryffindor.

Weir actually hit the Bludger towards Miles!

Miles fell off his broomstick with a thud, just as Senna made a successful shot.

The Bludger was originally aimed at Senna, but she quickly dodged it, leaving Miles in the blind spot behind.

Montague clicked his tongue twice.

The final whistle blew, and the final result of the competition was that Derrian's team won. Derrian and Chucks, with a smile on their faces, slowly walked over while supporting the slightly dizzy Miles.

Draco jumped off the broomstick, grabbed the handle and walked towards Indra.

Senna rushed over before him, jumping up and down happily, hugging Indra, making Draco behind him look dissatisfied.

"I scored! I scored!" Senna then turned around and asked Montaigne excitedly.

"How's it going! Have I passed?"

Montague folded the parchment paper sandwiched on his scoreboard and said, "I will inform you next week and I will discuss it with the team members."

A group of people wearing gold and red jerseys walked over from a distance, all holding broomsticks in their hands. They were members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Both sides noticed each other.

Indra actually saw three conspicuous red-haired heads among the group of Gryffindor players wearing gold and red jerseys.

Why is Ron wearing a jersey? Has he also joined the Quidditch team? !

Indra then carefully searched for Hermione, and then breathed a sigh of relief when she found that she was not there.

Fortunately, Hermione didn't join the Quidditch team, so the situation wasn't so bad.

Suddenly a surprised and slightly sarcastic voice sounded, Draco smiled coldly and teased, "Oh, so Gryffindor is about to welcome a third Weasley?"

His gray-blue gem-like eyes moved downward, "Are you going to recite the flying spell on the rotten wood in your hand?"

Master Malfoy had lost the training match and had to go to Snape's Occlumency class, so he was in a bad mood. He happened to meet the Gryffindor group so coincidentally that he felt itchy in the mouth, which was very bad.

Ron's cheeks turned almost as red as his hair, and he mounted his broomstick and left the ground without saying a word, pretending not to hear.

Harry glanced over here warningly, but ignored him. He immediately followed Ron and got on the broomstick.

Maybe it was because Lucius was a Death Eater or Draco's arrogant and bad attitude, but Harry found Malfoy as annoying again as he did in his first and second years.

Indra reluctantly held Draco's arm.

They didn't stay here too long, and the group headed back to the lounge at the bottom of the lake.

Max was sent to the school doctor's office by Montaigne and Derian.

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On Sunday night, before night watch, Indra and Draco paid their first visit to the kitchen this term to see the elves.

They haven't been here often since last semester.

One is because the two of them stopped being secretive after the Yule Ball, and the other is because the elf named Twinkle is so capable of crying.

It was as bright and warm as ever, clean and tidy, with a fire burning in the hearth room and dishes and glasses gleaming in the glass cabinets.

Xiaojian ran over very happily and kept bowing to Indra and Draco, his big glass eyes as big as tennis balls were full of joy.

"Miss Indra! Master Draco! Xiaojian welcomes you!"

"Thank you, Xiaojian." Indra smiled slightly, "Bring us some food."

Without her having to say anything, the elves had already brought a small round table and two chairs filled with dishes and snacks.

"I didn't see that little elf named Shining." Indra asked smoothly.

Draco took the silver pot and poured Indra milk with black tea, and then sprinkled a little chocolate powder with a small silver spoon.

He seemed to be enjoying himself trying to make it heart-shaped.

The elf wearing a tea towel said, "It's not here. Dobby doesn't know where he took it..."

The elf was wearing a knitted hat with three holes dug out. "Before Miss Indra came, it had been drinking the wine prepared for Principal Dumbledore and got drunk..."

Draco: "Give me some wine."

Indra glanced at him and said, "Only one drink."

Hermione quietly came to the underground corridor alone, intending to see how many elves accidentally picked up the hats, scarves or gloves she knitted while cleaning the Gryffindor common room, and were released by her and set free. This is the scene we arrived at.

Indra was leaning on the soft armrests of the chair, and the table in front of her was filled with snacks and drinks prepared by the elves for her.

Milk, juice, black tea, matcha, small cakes, steamed eggs, spaghetti, grilled chicken legs with cheese, and wine as red as black ruby ​​in a swan long-neck glass bottle.

Several elves stood next to her, their big eyes full of happiness and joy, not at all the frightened and angry look they had when they looked at her.

Hermione was furious.

Because-tuo-la!

She asked why Indra refused to join the House Elf Rights Promotion Association!

There was a brief silence in the kitchen, and Indra, Draco and the elves all turned to look at the person who walked in through the door.

"Oh my god...it's the one who loves to talk nonsense..."

An elf lowered his voice and said worriedly.

Indra sat upright and looked at Hermione, whose thick hair seemed to be about to explode. She didn't panic at all, and even raised her eyebrows and smiled at her in a good mood.

"Ah, Gryffindor prefect, why are you here too?"