[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

The thought made Al squint his eyes, observing the Fat Lady's portrait.He knew the password, but he hadn't learned the Disillusionment Charm. If he went in rashly, he might be kicked out by the senior Gryffindor.

And, Merlin bless, there's enough gossip between him and George.Al had the good fortune to hear the Slytherin wizards chatter, and their speculations about his revolutionary friendship with George were somewhat unpleasant.Al doesn't mind this, what he worries is that George will keep a distance from himself because of these speculations to prove his innocence.

After thinking about it for a while, Al returned to Slytherin, and decided that he could not enjoy George's service safely just because he knew the Disillusionment Curse, he had to learn it by himself.

Draco was in his bedroom doing his Potions homework. They were going to summarize all the uses of a potion ingredient and write about the role it played in the potion at different temperatures.

It's a little harder for the third graders, but not a big deal for Al and Draco.Seeing Draco doing his homework, Al suddenly remembered that he hadn't finished his homework yet.

There were so many things that he forgot about this one.

Spreading out a piece of parchment and sitting next to Draco, Al began to write without thinking.

Draco heard the movement around him, looked at his younger brother, and frowned after seeing it.

"Al, your complexion is not very good."

"Really?" Al scratched his face unconsciously, leaving a few nail scratches on his fair little face.

This out-of-control look made Draco even more worried. Recalling that Al stayed with Harry just now to learn how to call God to protect him, Draco asked, "What's going on, you were frightened by the dementors again?"

Al nodded absently and continued writing on the parchment.

Draco just couldn't think of a use for the medicinal material, so he leaned over to look at Al's homework, and his expression completely changed.

He patted Al's head in disbelief: "Wake up, look what you wrote!"

Al blinked blankly, looked down at his parchment, and was taken aback.

The title was correct, the signature Arris Malfoy was correct, and the beginning was correct, but the next line... he wrote George's name all over.

Al messed up the parchment and threw it into the trash can. He took a new sheet and explained, "I'm worried about him."

His face became even worse, Draco didn't speak anymore, staring at his own parchment, also lost in thought.

Draco had to admit that he didn't want Al to have anything to do with the man.

The Weasley family and the Malfoy family have always been at odds, and his father will not allow the Malfoy family to have no successors. If Al can leave an heir, Draco himself will be under a lot less pressure, and if Al also falls in love with men... It would be better for the two of them to kneel in the Malfoy family's mourning hall and die together.

But Draco couldn't let his own desires prevent his brother from being with the person he liked.Draco slammed his forehead against the table with a headache, which attracted Al's surprised glance: "...I can't write and think slowly, we can discuss and discuss together, don't abuse yourself."

Draco slumped on the table angrily: "You don't understand..."

Al rolled his eyes, waved George away from his mind, and concentrated on his homework.

Studying can really calm people's minds. Al forced himself to finish his potion homework and Defense Against the Dark Arts homework all night, and then previewed tomorrow's lessons. It was already twelve o'clock, and he was almost exhausted. After taking a shower, he climbed into bed , fell asleep as soon as he fell over.

In the middle of the night, Al felt as if someone was touching his face in his sleep. He opened his eyes a little, and saw a face shaking above him in a daze.

He blinked his eyes unresponsively, and made a suspicious sound in his throat.

The visitor hurriedly covered his mouth, dragged Al up from the bed half-hugged, and whispered, "It's me, George."

Unexpectedly, he failed to sneak into Gryffindor, but this kid took the initiative to touch Slytherin.

Al was still sleepy, with his head resting on George's shoulder, drowsy. George dragged Al out of bed, and Al couldn't stand up limply, so he was about to fall asleep on the floor.

George had no choice but to wrap his arms around Al's legs and back to pick him up, without disturbing Draco, and quietly led Al out of the bedroom.

The Slytherin common room was empty, and George put Al on the most spacious sofa and sat on the side.He didn't feel sleepy at all. He baked pancakes on his bed for half the night, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he sneaked to find Al.

As a result, when he saw Al, the little villain, sleeping soundly with a small snoring, George was almost out of breath.Al threw himself a blockbuster and just fell asleep so heartlessly?

But looking at Al's peaceful sleeping face, George was reluctant to disturb him. He stared at Al's face for a while, looked around guiltily, and leaned over to touch Al's lips.

The touch is as I imagined, soft, and I can smell Al in my breath.The chaotic thoughts seemed to calm down the moment they touched the other party's lips. George backed away a little, and heard Al muttering: "George?"

George straightened up abruptly, not daring to answer.

Al woke up?Did he realize what he just did?

Al rubbed his eyes vigorously, and sat up from the sofa with support: "No... sorry, I fell asleep, what do you want from me?"

It doesn't appear to be found.George breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

"No, no, tell me, I'm not sleepy." Al propped up his eyelids with his hands, and it was extremely funny under the reflection of the dancing fire in the fireplace.

"Our world is just a novel to you, isn't it?" George asked no longer politely.

"That's right." Al's voice was vague and misty, which matched Trelawney's. "You can understand the world I live in as the real world. The magical world is a series of novels written by one of our writers, JK Rowling."

George nodded.

Al rubbed his eyes again, regained consciousness, and added: "But this world is real, I don't know what the principle is, but when I died in the real world, I became a child of the Malfoy family—"

Before he finished speaking, George said sensitively: "Have you died once?"

Al paused, and said honestly, "I was sick, so I died of illness."

George's expression became complicated: "Do you have family in the 'real world' too?"

Al nods.

In fact, not only does he have a family, but he has a deep bond with them.Even though there is almost no possibility of cure at the advanced stage of bone cancer, and staying in the hospital can only relieve part of the pain, his poor parents did not give up on him, but persisted until the last second of his life.

George's expression moved: "It's hard to get used to it...Leaving the original family, I went to a world that I thought was just a novel."

"13 years, it's time to get used to it." Al smiled, "You don't have to worry about me, my family now treats me very well."

But George, what if he feels that his world is fake and cannot accept it?

George seemed to see through Al's thoughts and said, "For people in the real world, we may be just characters in the book, but for me, this is the real world."

Al said sincerely: "It's great that you can think about it."

"So... am I popular in your real world? Do I have a lot of roles in the book?" George asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, George would pay attention to this issue, and Al was a little dumbfounded: "There are not many scenes, but you and Fred are definitely one of the most popular characters."

George raised his eyebrows, "I knew it" all over his face.

"In the plot of this book, did Voldemort come back later? What is our ending like?"

Al felt a heavy weight in his stomach, and George couldn't avoid the question of his ending.

"According to the original direction of the world... In the third grade, Wormtail was not brought to justice, but escaped, and Sirius failed to clear up his grievances; in the fourth grade, Wormtail resurrected Voldemort, and in the fifth grade... …Sirius was killed, Dumbledore in sixth year was killed, and Harry finally defeated Voldemort in seventh year.”

Al paused, staring at George's face, and said carefully, "You lost an ear in order to protect Harry at the beginning of the seventh grade."

George smiled indifferently: "Then everyone can finally tell me and Fred apart."

Al opened his mouth, but was speechless, thinking of the death of Fred in the original book, his eyes turned slightly red.

George also noticed something was wrong: "Why... Did I not only lose my ears, but also die?"

Al shook his head: "It's not you, it's...it's Fred. In the end, he died in the war with Voldemort."

George couldn't speak for a long time, and Al quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, Voldemort's main soul is dead, two of his seven soul pieces have been destroyed, and one is in my hand, and the rest I know the exact location of the Horcrux, so he won't be able to make any waves, don't worry, I will protect Fred and won't let him get into trouble."

George smiled, his expression relaxed: "You are two years younger than us, and you don't even know the Disillusionment Charm. How can you protect Fred?"

Al Yika said angrily, "I will learn!"

It wasn't until dawn that George left Slytherin. Compared with when he came, he was finally less worried. Whether it is the real world or the world in the novel, wherever he lives in the world is real.