[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

Al felt his face heat up, opened his mouth not knowing what to say, and turned his head to the other side without looking at George.

He blushed just because of a thirteen-year-old kid's words. What the hell is that?

The impact of the depletion of magic power was still very serious. After just talking for a while, Al felt extremely tired and weak. After a while, he fell asleep again.

Al could feel Draco's warm magic slowly flowing through his body, driving away the remnants of dark magic and making his limbs relax. While half asleep and half awake, he seemed to feel someone's palm covering his forehead, and then warm breath blew on his cheek.

Al turned over, found a more comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

At Al's request, Draco did not tell Lucius and Narcissa about this incident. He could imagine his parents' reaction when they knew about it. Lucius would punish him, and Narcissa would immediately let him suspend school and go home to recuperate. Year and a half.

In fact, thanks to the magic of Draco, his twin brother, Al almost recovered after lying in the hospital wing for two days and went back to class.

In the last two days of classes, Hermione sent him notes. As Al looked through them, he marveled at the extraordinary intelligence of this little witch. She was by no means a fool who memorized every word of the professor, but perfectly Summarizes all of the professor's key points, even History of Magic. Hermione's handwriting was neat and beautiful, and Al even wanted to lie down for a while and just read Hermione's notes.

Even though Al said he was completely healed and had no problems, all his friends still treated him like a fragile doll. All the materials in the Potions class were prepared for him by Harry and Draco, who were afraid that he might cut his hand with a silver knife if he couldn't hold it properly. In the Herb class, he was not allowed to do heavy work such as digging plant roots and loosening the soil. Damn, Ron even carried his schoolbag for him.

Although Ron was not particularly willing to do this, perhaps because he had seen Al's miserable state in the hospital wing, he did not complain at all.

Al was extremely moved by this.

Even Draco and Harry wouldn't let him do any heavy work, and George was even more unwilling to explore with Al again. The experience of nearly dying obviously left a shadow on George, more so on Al's distress. He said that they would never be able to go to the world of the Hunger Games again until Al fully recovered.

"But I have almost recovered and can kill a cow with one punch." Al said sincerely.

This time it was delayed for another half month, and he was very worried about Katniss.

George refused to let go at all: "Kill a beetle with one punch."

Al: ""

So insulting

Al's next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. George talked with him for a few words at the classroom door, and Al hurried in when class was about to begin. Quirrell was already standing on the podium. The first-year course was very simple, just introducing some principles of black magic and defense against the dark arts. What Lucius taught him was much more profound than the content in the class.

There was a smell of garlic in the dimly lit classroom. Al lowered his head and sat next to Draco, opened his textbook, and as soon as he dipped his quill in the ink, he felt something cold in front of him.

Looking up, Quirrell was facing away from him, writing something on the blackboard. Al felt as if he was being stared at by someone, and shivered for no reason.

"Al, why are your hands shaking all the time?" Draco leaned closer to Al and asked softly.

"It's okay." Al answered, shaking his right hand with his left hand.

I spent the last week of Defense Against the Dark Arts class in a hospital bed, so counting carefully, this was the first time I saw Quirrell after causing trouble for him.

Fortunately, when Quirrell turned around and faced the little wizards, the cold feeling disappeared. Al breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head, trying to minimize his presence in Quirrell's eyes.

In this lesson, they learn why wizards are forbidden from using dark magic. The first-year wizards didn't have much exposure. Quirrell only taught one kind of magic, extreme magic.

Hearing this, Al's note-taking hand paused and he exchanged a look with Draco.

It is this kind of dark magic that Al uses in the world of Maze Runner. Although this kind of black magic can quickly achieve the user's purpose and even exceed the user's limit, the danger is also obvious. It will "drain" the user's magic power. This is why extreme magic is included in the ranks of black magic.

This was such a coincidence. I had just used extreme magic, and this kind of magic was covered in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Draco had always listened very carefully to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Except for the look he exchanged with Al, he spent the rest of the time immersed in taking notes, seemingly unaware of anything. Al didn't dare to look up at Quirrell. He finally waited until the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about to end.

When the divisions stood up and prepared to go to the dining room for dinner, Quirrell suddenly spoke.

"A-Alrisma, Mr. Malfoy, please, please stay for a moment."

Al's movements froze, and he suddenly felt that all the blood in his body had solidified.

Draco's gaze was full of confusion. Al looked at Quirrell at a loss and found that the other person was still staring directly at him.

"If I never go back, I'll go find Dumbledore." Al whispered to Draco.

Draco was stunned: "Dumbledore"

Thanks to Al, Quirrell had no chance to mess with Harry in the Quidditch match. The trio only discovered the trap door that Lu Wei was guarding, but they did not follow the clues to discover the Philosopher's Stone. Children love to play, and soon forget all about Luwei and trapdoors.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Quirrell was neither a poor person who was forced by Snape to tell the truth about passing the level, nor a suspect who had evil intentions against Harry. He was just a professor who did not teach well and stammered.

Draco didn't understand why Al was so threatened, but he still nodded: "I'll leave you whatever you want to eat."

Al: "Whatever."

He might be turning into a Horcrux soon, Draco was still thinking about what to eat at night.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Al tried his best to relax his expression and walked to the desk pretending to be calm.

"Please, please help me sort out these homeworks." Quirrell stammered and pointed to a pile of parchment on the desk. It was very messy. It was collected at the beginning of class. The little wizard their homework.

Al noticed a two-inch long gash on the side of Quirrell's right hand. The scar was deep and unbandaged.

But it is really weird to deliberately call yourself. Al was full of doubts and sorted out the homework for Quirrell one by one. The feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake did not appear again, but Quirrell kept looking at Al, which made Al feel uncomfortable all over.

Gryffindor and Slytherin's homework was separated by Al. Hermione's homework was the longest, followed by Draco. Harry and Ron had Hermione's guidance and they wrote well.

Al's attention was briefly attracted by his homework. Suddenly, Al felt a blast of air blowing from the back of his neck. He turned back sharply and faced a face that was very close to him.

It's Quirrell.

Al yelled uncontrollably and jumped away.

Quirrell looked at Al with an incomprehensible expression. He had just been leaning against Al's neck, smelling Al's scent.

"What's wrong with Al Al?"

Less than a second after Al's shout came out, Draco rushed in from the door, even holding the wand in his hand.

Al and Quirrell were both stunned, looking at Draco who was facing an enemy. Quirrell was still very close to Al, with a face full of "I am the suspect who made Al scream." Draco rushed to Al's side and pulled him behind him.

"What did you do to Al Quirrell?"

The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a moment.

Quirrell seemed to have returned to his stammering and submissive manner in front of others: "Just, just, please ask Mr. Malfoy for help. What, what's wrong?"

Draco looked at Quirrell suspiciously and then at Al. The hair on the back of Al's neck was still standing upside down. Al hurriedly arranged all the parchments on the desk and pulled Draco out of the classroom. Looking at his back, he almost Flee in panic.

"What's going on Al?" Draco was pulled by Al, still holding the wand tightly in his hand, "Why is Quirrell so close to you? This is why you asked me to find Dumbledore before. He has evil intentions against you."

Al: ""

Al collapsed and said: "Where did you learn all this? What kind of evil intentions are there? Quilo is a man, okay?"

"Maybe two men," Draco said mid-sentence, then suddenly closed his mouth and turned suspiciously red.

"Maybe who taught you all this? You're only eleven years old, okay?"

Draco became angry when asked: "How do you know, you are only eleven years old?"

Al: ""

"So what exactly does Quirrell want to do to you?" Draco asked reluctantly, "I have never heard you scream like that. You were scared."

The more he listened, the more he felt that the conversation was going wrong. Al explained: "No, he was smelling me."

Before he could say the words "scared", Draco screamed.

"Smell your scent. What kind of pervert is Quirrell?"