[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

It was the next morning when Al woke up for the first time.

He had a very long dream, this kind of dream Al often had when he was receiving chemotherapy after being hospitalized for bone cancer in his previous life.

It was like being locked in a coffin buried deep in the ground, with no light or sound, no matter whether you opened your eyes or closed your eyes, it was dark, no matter how hard you struggled, there was no result, only the pain and suffocation like tarsal maggots followed.Can someone give me a hand... please...

"Al? Al?"

Al took a sharp breath, his chest heaved violently for a moment, and he opened his eyes.

George, who came to his bed, was taken aback, and then touched Al's forehead worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Al's forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were wide open, and he looked straight at George, as if he couldn't recognize who he was; his blue pupils trembled slightly, shining with fear.

"Hey Al...it's me, George, we're at Hogwarts, we're safe, don't be afraid." George subconsciously stroked Al's hair, tidying up the messy golden hair, and with his movements Al violently The breathing also calmed down slowly, and the eyes were closed again, and the breathing gradually became even.

George kept staring at him, seeing that Al's expression relaxed a lot, he was also relieved.

George was awakened by Al's panting sound. At that time, Al's appearance was extremely worrying, breathing desperately like he couldn't breathe: in fact, Al in the dream did fall into a kind of unbearable suffocation, if It wasn't George who called him up. I don't know how long this uncomfortable state will last.

George watched him for a while, until the door of the hospital wing was slightly pushed open, and Madam Pomfrey walked in with a plate of food.

Seeing that George was awake, Madam Pomfrey put the food on George's bedside, and after checking that George was fine, she checked the two brothers separately, and finally loosened her frown: "Your friends are outside, but You all need to rest and wait until the afternoon to show them for 10 minutes."

George nodded approvingly.Al was still asleep, and he didn't want those noisy brats coming in to wake him up.

This time he fell asleep, and Al didn't wake up again until nine o'clock.Upon hearing the clinical movement, George rolled out of bed and looked at Al.

As soon as Al opened his eyes, he saw George's big face very close and the hair occupying all the edges of his sight, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

"Are you awake? Eat something." The red thing showed a big smile.

Al was really hungry.He still couldn't react, looked around, and saw Draco lying on the bed on his right side.

This is the medical wing.He finally recognized it.

"What's the matter with him?" Alton rolled over from the bed—he was so exhausted that he knelt on the ground as soon as his butt came off the mattress.George hurried over to pick Al up, and comforted him: "It's okay, don't be nervous, he's fine, he's just a little tired, your injury is worse, don't move around."

Al looked at George suspiciously, and belated memories slowly flooded into his mind, and he finally remembered what happened.

They strayed into the labyrinth in the moving maze world, and confronted the Griever... In order to escape, he used Corros Confringo, a black magic that he had read about in the library of Malfoy Manor.

The note next to this black magic is: Use it and you may pay with your life.This spell magnified the magic power in Al's body several times, but it also emptied them completely; the consequence of a wizard's magic power being drained was to become a squib or die, but Al had no choice but to use this spell desperately , They may still have a chance to survive, if not, the only end is that both of them will die there.

But what about Draco?

George was not sure if he should tell Al that Draco gave him half of his magic power, Al would definitely blame himself for it, but not telling him, as if hiding it from him, was even worse .

George's hesitant expression made Al feel something strange, and he instinctively knew that Draco lying here must have something to do with him: "What's wrong with him, please tell me, is it related to my exhaustion of magic power? "

George cried sadly: "Children still have to be stupid to be happy."

"You're the kid." Al glared at him.

George scratched his hair worryingly: "Actually, I don't know too well, but Madam Pomfrey seems to have used a blood curse. You were in a bad situation at the time. Madam Pomfrey said that you might become a squib, let me Find Draco, Draco gave you half of his magic power. But don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said the magic she uses is mild and harmless, Draco and your magic power will slowly return to At the previous level, thanks to the fact that you are twins, there is no conflict between magic powers."

Al was silent for a moment.He and Draco don't look alike, at best they're fraternal twins, and their DNA isn't exactly the same.He didn't know whether the content of biological genetics was applicable to wizards, but things might not be as good as Madam Pomfrey said.

But it’s useless to talk about the matter so far. Al doesn’t know much about blood magic, so he can only wait for Madam Pomfrey to come and ask her again. The question now is——

"Why isn't Draco awake?"

"Don't worry, I think he just fell asleep, let me wake him up for you." George fumbled around his body, and took out a quill from nowhere.

"Call him softly." Al stared at his quill worriedly, "Is this another prank you modified?"

"Just a normal quill, I promise." George made a reassuring gesture towards him, scratching the tip of Draco's nose with the quill.

Draco sniffled, his face contorted.

"Ah-sneeze!!" He sneezed loudly and almost bounced himself off the bed, with a golden hair on top of his head tilted in all directions. Draco sat on the bed and looked around blankly.

The expressions of the two brothers just waking up are exactly the same.George suppressed a smile, and quietly hid the quill in his clothes.

"Al! Are you okay?" Draco jumped off the bed as soon as he saw Al. Unlike the weak Al, Draco was still alive and well, and jumped onto Al's bed, hugging his brother With a full smile, "How do you feel? Is there any pain?"

"I'm fine, just a little weak, don't worry." Al patted Draco on the back reassuringly.This accident really scared Draco, Al was very guilty, and the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

Sure Al was out of danger, Draco glared at George.

"Weasley, you abduct Al here and there every day, and you can't even guarantee his safety? Where did you go? Why did you exhaust Al's magic power when you were a senior?"

George opened his mouth, suddenly a little speechless.

"I took him around." Al said before George, "We went to the Forbidden Forest and met monsters. I used a spell beyond my current ability to become like this, not George. wrong."

Draco narrowed his eyes, his slightly angry expression made him look like a qualified heir of the Malfoy family at the moment: "Don't take me for a fool, Al, you used black magic."

Al choked, realizing that he really seemed to be treating Draco like a child too much.

Although only 11 years old, Draco has always been raised by Lucius as his heir.He also did very well in Defense Against the Dark Arts - why?Because he knows black magic.

Only when you understand something can you defend it perfectly.

Seeing that Al didn't speak, Draco glared at George sullenly: "I hope to have a few words with Al alone."

George was somewhat reluctant, but the Malfoys naturally couldn't discuss things involving black magic in front of outsiders. Al sighed: "Troublesome, George?"

After the Malfoy twins were the only ones left in the small ward in the middle of the medical wing, Draco pulled Al's left hand over.

"Corros Confringo, is it?"

Alton frowned: "Father taught you this?"

"He taught me a lot of black magic. In fact, Corros Confringo is one of the most dangerous. He told me not to use it unless my life was in danger." Draco squeezed Al's hand, and added: " It's not that your father doesn't value you, it's just that he thinks you're too young to learn these things."

Al was a little dumbfounded, he knew that Draco didn't want to make himself feel that Lucius was partial: "I know."

"What are you going to do in the Forbidden Forest?" Draco looked at Al, and Al was instantly overwhelmed by guilt with his unsuspecting expression. He hesitated for a moment, but still lied: "It's just...curiosity."

Draco nodded and squeezed Al's left hand tightly.The wound that was opened last night has healed, leaving only a faint white mark; however, Al's palm still hurts suddenly, as if it was burned.

"Promise me, don't use the Dark Arts until you can master them," Draco said.

It's like a big brother right now...even though they're only a few minutes apart.Al lowered his eyes and nodded, knowing in his heart that this was not just a verbal promise, it must have magical benefits.