[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

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.

...to actually blush because of a word from a 13-year-old kid, what is this?

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

Al could feel Draco's warm magic power slowly flowing in his body, driving away the remnants of black magic, and relaxing his limbs and bones.Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to feel someone's palm covering his forehead, and then the warm breath was blowing on his cheek.

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

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At Al's request, Draco didn't tell Lucius and Narcissa about this incident. He can imagine the reaction of his parents when they knew about it-Lucius would punish him, and Narcissa would immediately let him suspend school and go home to recuperate. A year and a half.

In fact, thanks to the magic of his twin brother, Draco, Al spent two days in the hospital wing recovering enough to go back to class.

The lessons left in the past two days were all Hermione gave him notes, and Al lamented the extraordinary intelligence of this little witch while flipping through them. She was by no means a fool who memorized every sentence of the professor, but perfectly Summarizes all the important points of the professor, even History of Magic.Hermione's handwriting was neat and beautiful, and Al even wanted to lie down for a while, and rubbed Hermione's notes.

Even though Al says he's fully healed with no problems, all his friends still treat him like a fragile doll.All the materials in Potions class were prepared by Harry and Draco, for fear that he would be cut by a silver knife if he could not hold it steady... Heavy work such as digging roots and loosening soil in Herbal Medicine class is even more difficult. Let him do it, Ron even carried the schoolbag for him!

Although Ron was not particularly fond of it, perhaps because he had seen Al in the hospital wing, he didn't have any complaints.

Al was very 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 near-death experience clearly casts a shadow over George - more so Al's distress, and he says they must never go to the world of the Hunger Games again until Al is fully recovered.

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

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

George wouldn't let go. "Killed a beetle with one punch?"

Al: "..."

So insulting!

Al's next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts class, George and he had a few conversations at the door of the classroom, and Al hurried in when the class was about to start.Quirrell was already standing on the podium. The first-year course was very simple. It was nothing more than introducing some principles of black art 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 sat down next to Draco with his head down, opened his textbook, and just dipped the quill in the ink, and felt a bit chilly in front of him.

Looking up, Quirrell was writing something on the blackboard with his back to himself.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 approached Al and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Al shook his right hand with his left hand and replied.

I spent last week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the hospital bed, so after careful calculation, this was the first time I saw Quirrell after making trouble for him.

Fortunately, after 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.

What they learn in this lesson is why wizards are forbidden to use black magic.The little wizards in the first grade didn't have much contact with them. Quirrell only talked about one kind of magic, extreme magic.

Hearing this, Al stopped taking notes, and exchanged a look with Draco.

It is this kind of black magic that Al uses in the world of 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 "suck up" the user's magic power, which is why extreme magic is included in the ranks of black magic.

This is too coincidental, I have just used extreme magic, and the defense against the dark arts class talked about this kind of magic.

Draco had always listened carefully to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Except for the look in his exchange with Al, he was buried in his notes the rest of the time, as if he didn't notice anything.Al didn't dare to look up at Quirrell, and when the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about to end and the little wizards stood up to go to the restaurant for dinner, Quirrell suddenly spoke.

"Ah, Arris Ma, Mr. Malfoy, please, please stay."

Al's movements froze, and he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was coagulated.

Draco looked suspiciously at him, and Al looked at Quirrell in bewilderment, only to find that he was still staring at him.

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

Draco was stunned for a moment: "Dumbledore?"

Due to Al's blessing, Quirrell had no chance to engage Harry in the Quidditch match. The trio only found the trapdoor that Lu Wei was guarding, but they didn't find the Philosopher's Stone by following the vine.Children love to play, and soon forget about Fluffy and the trapdoor.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, Quirrell is neither the poor man who was forced by Snape to say that he passed the level, nor the suspect who conspired against Harry, but a professor who can't teach well and stutters.

Draco didn't understand why Al was so close to the enemy, but he still nodded: "What do you want to eat? I'll leave it for you."

Al: "...whatever."

Maybe he will become a Horcrux soon, Draco is still thinking about what to eat for dinner.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Al relaxed his expression as much as possible, and walked to the desk pretending to be calm.

"Please, please help me sort, tidy up these homework." Quirrell stammered and pointed to a stack of parchment on the desk. their homework.

Al noticed a two-inch gash on the side of Quirrell's right hand, a deep, unbandaged gash.

But it's 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, and Al felt uncomfortable.

The homework of Gryffindor and Slytherin was separated by Al, Hermione's homework was the longest, followed by Draco, Harry and Ron were guided by Hermione, and the writing was not bad.

Al's attention was briefly attracted by the homework, and suddenly, Al felt a gust of air blowing behind his neck, and he turned his head suddenly, facing a face that was very close to him.

It's Quirrell.

Al yelled uncontrollably and jumped away.

Quirrell looked at Al with an inexplicable expression - he was leaning against Al's neck just now, smelling Al's smell.

"Al! What's wrong Al!"

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

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

"What did you do to Al, Quirrell?"

The atmosphere was instantly awkward.

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

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

"What's going on? Al?" Draco was pulled by Al, his wand was still tightly held in his hand, "How could Quirrell be so close to you? What did you mean by asking me to find Dumbledore before? Plotting something wrong?"

Al: "..."

Al broke down and said, "Where did you learn all this? What kind of plot is wrong? Quirrell is a man, okay?"

"Two men might as well..." Draco half-spoken, then suddenly shut his mouth, blushing suspiciously.

"What could it be? Who taught you these things? You're only 11 years old, okay?"

Draco was furious when asked: "How do you know, you are only 11 years old!"

Al: "..."

"So what the hell is Quirrell trying to do to you?" Draco asked relentlessly, "I've never heard you scream like that before, are you scared?"

The more I listened, the more I felt that the direction of the conversation was wrong, Al explained: "No, he was smelling me and making me—"

Before the word "scared" came out, Draco screamed.

"Smell? Smell your smell?? What kind of pervert is Quirrell???"