[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Al blinked in confusion.

Harry's training?The two of them Slytherins peeking at the Gryffindor team's practice?

Wouldn't he be beaten to death if he was discovered?

"Draco, I know you want to join the Quidditch team too, but you can wait until the second year, you don't have to be in such a hurry... Wait, you didn't come here because you wanted to see Harry fly, did you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Draco blushed, and turned to stare at Al, "I just want to see how they train, so that our academy has a better chance of winning."

"But you won't snitch on the Slytherin team." Al was sure.

Draco: "..."

A few minutes later, the two children ran back to Hogwarts in a panic - unfortunately, they were found because of Draco's fear of Harry being hit by a Bludger.

"If that fanatical Gryffindor captain finds us, he'll blow our heads off with Bludgers! Luckily we're fast!" Al complained to Draco on the way back to the castle, "Want to see You don’t have to be so anxious, there will be their game in a few days.”

Draco didn't speak harshly any more, he looked a little sluggish: "He flies really well, I don't think Slytherin has much chance of winning."

Al looked at Draco in surprise, and it wasn't that easy for him to admit that Slytherin was no good.

"I'm glad you're objective. I think Harry has a bit of talent as a batsman. Draco, I have to remind you that even if you think Harry is playing well, in the Slytherin stands, You can't applaud him either."

Draco raised his voice: "I won't applaud him!"

"Cheers to whom?"

The familiar voice startled both of them, and when they took a closer look, it was the twins of the Weasley family, standing at the end of the corridor, looking at them with interest like two door gods on the left and right.

It was George who asked the question.In fact they heard most of the conversation between the Malfoys and guessed that they were sneaking to watch Gryffindor training - the Weasley twins are Gryffindor batsmen, and it stands to reason that he should have said something to Slater. Lin was very angry at such a cheating behavior, but not only was he not unhappy, but he also found it very interesting.

Does Al want to be on the team too?Where will he be?Seeker?hitter?Chaser?Not the keeper, Al was so skinny that George wondered if he'd hit a Bludger with his club, and the recoil would have sent him farther.

"Cheers to the great Salazar Slytherin." Draco rambled sullenly, turning his head and running towards the Slytherin cellar.Al didn't catch up in time, mainly because he didn't feel the need to run away after seeing the Weasley twins like he had seen Voldemort.

"What's the matter with him?" George asked mockingly.

"Leave him alone, he's just shy," Al said.

George and Fred walked towards Al, wrapping arms around his shoulders very familiarly.

"What's the matter, little one?"

"Want to be on the Quidditch team?"

"The batter?"

"Chaser?"

"goalkeeper?"

"Or—Seeker?"

The twins yelled "Seeker" at the same time, giggled together, and winked at each other.

I don't know what they are talking about, but they look like fools... Al restrained his desire to roll his eyes: "I can't fly well, so I may not be able to pass the team's assessment. You are Gryffindor's bat hands, eh?"

"Yes."

"We played well."

Al shrugged: "Oh, then I wish you the win."

The twins looked at each other.

"Come on, you're a Slytherin, how do you want Gryffindor to win?"

"Could it be that you—"

"Don't get me wrong," Al didn't know what the twins wanted to say, so he quickly interrupted them, "I just want Harry to win."

It's no secret that Al likes Harry of Gryffindor very much. It's no secret at Hogwarts. After all, there are only a handful of Slytherins who have a good impression of Gryffindor over the years.

In November, it's time for the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match.

"Has anyone seen Al?"

On the way to the Quidditch pitch, Draco looked around suspiciously.

Al was still behind him just now, and disappeared in a blink of an eye; this kid was elusive every day, and Draco often couldn't see him.

Harry couldn't hear him at all, he was so tense, he was almost on the same limb.The comfort of his companions had no real effect. Harry stiffened his body and joined the Gryffindor team members, walking towards the preparation area.

"Has anyone seen George? Fred?" Wood checked the status of his players, only to find that one of the Weasley twins who never lost the chain at critical moments was missing.

What are you doing?There are only 10 minutes left in the game!

"He's just going to the bathroom, he'll be right back," Fred said.

Wood frowned in displeasure, and Fred raised an eyebrow at him: "You don't want him to pee his pants in the air, do you?"

Harry snorted, much more relaxed.

At this moment, the younger brother of the two twins was lying wretchedly on a beam somewhere in Hogwarts.Their hair like scrambled eggs with tomatoes was tightly wrapped, and their faces were half covered by scarves, for fear of revealing their identities.

"Al, are you sure he is here now? What if he has already gone to the game?" George was a little uneasy, he was afraid that he would be late, and Wood would tear him alive.

"He hasn't come out since he went in today." Al confirmed.

George looked at him twice more, wondering how he knew.

Did Al lie down here all day?

Not long after, just before George tried to propose that he go to the game first, the door of the office in front of the beam opened.

Quirrell came out from inside with a hurried look.He was still wearing the huge scarf, covering the entire back of his head; Voldemort was there.Al stared at him, and the tip of his wand slipped out.

He gave George a wink, and George gently took out a cylindrical palm-sized thing from his robe, which was emerald green in color, even though it was Al's attention, he still showed a disgusted expression.

George shrugged, raised his arm, and the thing in his hand was thrown out by him, and it exploded beside Quirrell with a bang.

Al and George shrank their heads back in unison, lying motionless on the beam.

Al had tried it long ago. From the direction of Quirrell, he couldn't see anything on the beam at all. After a while, Quirrell's scolding came from below, and there was a rush of footsteps from near to far, until it was quiet for a long time. Al poked his head out, but there was no one below.

Poor Quirrell, was dyed forgiveness green by George.

If he looked like this, he still dared to go to the teacher's stand to trouble Harry, it would be too conspicuous and arouse suspicion.Forget it, it will take at least an hour for Quirrell to find Madam Pomfrey, or to find a way to clean it up, Al nodded with satisfaction.

"Al, he didn't stutter at all when he was swearing just now." George took the broom on the other side of the beam and stepped up by himself - Al's heart tightened, but George just straddled the broom in the air indifferently , the broom was floating steadily in the air, but Al was a little scared, "Why do you want to trouble him? Is it related to this? He usually pretends?"

George is too smart.

Al looked at George, then at the broom, swallowed, "Well, hold me up."

George was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that not everyone can walk on the broom like a smoothie.He suppressed a smile and carried Al onto the broom. Al was relieved as soon as his butt touched the broom. He still preferred to take off on flat ground rather than mid-air.

"I'll tell you later." Arshun put his arms around George's waist and said.

In the middle of the game, all the young wizards were immersed in excitement, and no Gryffindor noticed that a Slytherin had sneaked in among them.

Al covered himself tightly and stood right behind Hermione.Without Quirrell making trouble, Harry was in surprisingly good condition, and it didn't take long before he caught the golden snitch.

"Yay!! Harry Potter!!" Al and the lion cubs celebrated the victory - mainly Harry's victory.People kept hugging him, and the little lions were all dazzled by the great joy. They didn't even realize that there was a Slytherin among them. After the Gryffindor team came here, the atmosphere of celebration became even more intense. When it reached the highest point, the little lions surrounded Harry in the middle and threw him high, and the other players seemed to be overshadowed.

Al's eyes followed Harry until someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Hey, little Al, went to the wrong house?"

It's George.The batsman who had just come off the field was still sweating profusely, and teased with a smile: "I read that right, your academy lost, but you sneaked into Gryffindor to celebrate with us?"

Al gave him a smirk: "Of course I'm here to celebrate you, you played really well."

Al hadn't actually noticed a single movement of the Weasley twins for half the game.

It's a bit unkind to say that just now George risked being discovered by Voldemort and made trouble for Quirrell with him...

George pretended to be flattered, and pretended to give Al a gentleman's salute: "Then I'm really happy, dear Master Malfoy."

Al couldn't help laughing.

After the match, Harry invites the Malfoy twins and trio to Hagrid's cabin.Draco had always looked down upon Hagrid, and now he didn't know what he was thinking, but he accepted Harry's invitation.

He was still furious, and abandoned himself to Gryffindor at Al: "Al, it's too much, how can you go to Gryffindor? They are all our enemies!" As if Harry was out of character Like a ryffindor.

Al made a face at Draco and ran over to Harry.

"Harry, did you forget to promise me something?"

The other three little wizards immediately cast curious eyes.Harry's cheeks were slightly red, his eyes wandered from side to side: "This...isn't that good, I'm all watching."

"I'm watching you and you have to fulfill your promise." Al said firmly.

"Okay." Harry closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, leaned closer to Al, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.