[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

"This is Fred's broom."

Al and George sneaked up to meet outside the castle, and George took two brooms, the same kind of brooms they used in the Gryffindor Quidditch match, very old-fashioned comets.The brooms in Al's house are all of the Nimbus series. He only used the old-fashioned broom when he was taking flying lessons. When he weighed this broom with the bristles strewn all over the place, he suddenly felt a sense of disapproval for Weasley. The awe of the twins.

Riding on such a broom that I am afraid that I am afraid that it is not very flexible to turn the direction can still perform well. It is really amazing to be a living Bludger of Gryffindor.

Speaking of which, almost everyone in the Weasley family is a good Quidditch player. Needless to say, Charlie, the twins and Ginny, Ron also played well, but he often seemed nervous.

Coupled with the Quidditch talent of Harry and his father James... it really is the protagonist and the protagonist team.

Although first-year freshmen cannot bring brooms to school, they have flying lessons every week, so Al can ride on the broom fairly steadily, but the direction of the broom is really not obedient.He had to use some strength to turn the broom handle, but the conditions were difficult, so he just let it go.

Al also brought the gun he had stolen from the world of the Hunger Games.The physical attack of the gun will not cause damage to the soul, but by surprise, it may be able to shoot Quirrell directly.

The two brooms were flying silently against the treetops. Not long after, Al heard a strange sound. Although it was full of pain, it was still unbelievably pleasant, like the mournful cry of some kind of creature when it was injured.

"That's a unicorn..." George whispered, sounding very disturbed, "I've never heard a unicorn sound like that. Does it hurt?"

"Maybe... let's go and have a look." Al's heart was pounding, and he flew over following the sound, not forgetting to tell George to be careful, and go back and notify Dumbledore immediately if something goes wrong.Although I don't know how to find Dumbledore directly, other professors are easy to find.

In Al's heart, Dumbledore is undoubtedly the first and only candidate to fight against Voldemort. Although Voldemort is just a weak soul that can only attach to Quirrell's head, Al and George are only teenagers.

After flying for a while, the unicorn's voice became weaker and weaker.The Forbidden Forest at night is quite different from the daytime. The canopy of the trees that look luxuriant and lush during the daytime, but at night they seem to choose to devour the monsters, and the shadows reflected in the moonlight are extremely terrifying.The Devonshire elves were nowhere to be seen, and there were all kinds of strange sounds everywhere. There were countless magical creatures lurking in the forest. Al always had the feeling that if he fell, he would become a meal for other creatures.

Al shuddered, and suddenly George, who was flying obliquely in front of him, slowed down. He stuck to Al's side, and the two flew very close, freeing one hand to hold Al's hand.

"Don't be afraid," said George.

Al nodded, admiring George's psychological quality even more.He is only 13 years old, and he doesn't even know what he is going to face—of course, if he knew, he might not be so calm.Al just told him that he was worried about Harry and Draco's confinement, and that George was very familiar with the Forbidden Forest, so he asked him to take a look with him.Passionate about breaking school rules and exploring the Forbidden Forest, George agreed without hesitation.

Voldemort is still very weak now. He hates Harry so much that he must get rid of him first. As for Al and George, even though they are also included in his suspicion list, the hatred value may not be as high as Harry's.

After flying for a while, Al finally saw a beautiful silver creature appearing on the ground in front of him.Its whole body is silver-white, and it seems to emit a faint silver light in the dark night, and it has no natural enemies at first glance.It had a silver spiral horn on its forehead, which Al had seen in Potions class, and it was indeed a unicorn.The unicorn walked staggeringly, its slender neck seemed to be injured, and silver blood kept oozing out, leaving behind a trail of bright silver-white blood.

It's just a living target.

"It's hurt badly, how can I help it?" George asked in a low voice.

Al shook his head.Voldemort followed behind the unicorn, waiting for it to run out of energy. If the two of them rushed up now, they would probably give Voldemort a double kill.

Al sighed, the unicorn seemed doomed to die.If Severus was here now... maybe he'd find a way to save it, but Al couldn't help it.

Both of them were dressed in dark colors, hiding in the night, and they flew silently, making it difficult to be found.They flew slowly behind the unicorn, and the unicorn went slower and slower, until at last it fell to the ground with only the strength left to twitch.

Both Al and George felt a pang of sadness and self-blame for their own powerlessness.

Suddenly, there was a mess of footsteps from the other side of the woods, one of them was heavy, and it seemed that the owner was a big man, and there were two or three light footsteps; it was probably Harry and Draco who were imprisoned. up.Al and George climbed higher to avoid detection, and soon, before the unicorn stopped struggling, Hagrid's figure appeared in Al's vision.He could vaguely see two children beside him, Harry and Draco.The two of them were stuck together, and Fang (Hagrid's hound), who was more cowardly, was at his side.Al was very thankful that Hagrid didn't let them go when there were only two children, and now it seemed that Harry and Draco were safe and sound.

Suddenly, before Hagrid reached the unicorn, a shadow in black robes jumped out of a thick bush beside the unicorn.

Quirrell and Voldemort!

Quirrell didn't seem to notice that Hagrid and his party were not far away, and they were about to come over soon. He threw himself on the unicorn's still twitching body, buried his head in the wound on its neck, and burst into toothache. There was a sucking sound, and Al shivered, feeling George tighten his hand.

"Magic wand!" Al warned with a breathy voice, George let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, Al then freed his hand, put the wand back in his waist, and raised the gun.

"Who's there!" Amidst Hagrid's roar, Al pulled the bolt of the gun with a "click".

Quirrell raised his head suddenly, half of his face exposed under the hood could still see the blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.Feeling sick in his stomach, Al aimed at Quirrell through the crosshairs.

Quirrell caught sight of Harry beside Hagrid, and jumped at Harry regardless of Hagrid!

With a sound of "crash", a huge creature suddenly rushed out from behind another dense bush - a centaur; at the same time Al pulled the trigger, and while the tongue of flames sprayed, he was overturned by the huge recoil!

The broom lost its owner and fell powerlessly to the ground. George was startled and flew towards the direction where Al was overturned by the handle of the broom; The man knocked aside; and because of the collision, Hagrid's crossbow also missed.

Quirrell stumbled into the woods, and neither the centaur nor Hagrid chased him anymore—Harry had already knelt down on the ground because of the sharp pain from his scar.

This series of events happened too quickly, and Draco didn't react until Harry fell to the ground, screaming and throwing himself on Harry: "Harry!"

And George caught Al before he fell on the branch. Al was still holding the gun tightly in his arms, and his shoulder hurt terribly. He frowned and whispered: "Go, get out of here!"

It was too late to find Fred's broom, George hugged Al tightly, swiped the handle of the broom, rushed into the air, and flew in the direction of Hogwarts.

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"Oh, it's you again, Alris Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey squeezed Al's immobilized arm, "Take off your robe and shirt, I'll give you the medicine. How did it happen again?"

Al touched his nose with his left hand guiltily: "I fell."

"Really." Madam Pomfrey said "I don't believe it" all over her face. She deftly applied a light green ointment on Al's bruised shoulder, and an unpleasant choking smell rushed into Al immediately. In the nasal cavity, he coughed a few times.However, the dull pain in his shoulders immediately eased a lot, Al heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."

Madam Pomfrey's expression softened a lot: "You are about to replace George Weasley and Fred Weasley as the most frequent students in the medical wing."

Al looked at George teasingly, noticing Al's gaze, George's ears turned red quickly.

After giving Al the medicine, Madam Pomfrey asked him to rest here for a while because his arm was temporarily unable to move and there were still a few hours before the curfew.After Madam Pomfrey left, George sat by Al's bed, looked at the skin on Al's shoulders—the bruises and redness were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye—and asked worriedly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Much better." Al nodded. "Harry and Draco should be fine."

George had a lot of questions to ask, and since Al brought it up, he asked along the way: "Who is that blood-sucking guy?"

"It's Quirrell." Al didn't want to hide it from him, "He has evil intentions and is trying to harm Harry."

"I don't understand, Quirrell is just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." George frowned, not too surprised by the answer to this question, "You asked me to play a prank on him with you during the game, before He detained you and me separately for a few days, and now he went to the Forbidden Forest to drink the blood of unicorns... What is his purpose?"

Al answered irrelevantly: "George, what did he do the day you were detained? No matter what he said or what he did, can you tell me?"

George recalled a moment: "Just let me help him with his homework, and didn't say anything."

"No... no strange movements? Didn't it stick close to you?"

"No..." George's eyes became strange, "What did he do to you?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Al said lightly, "he just smelled me—"

"What???" George stood up abruptly, his eyes widened, "Smell—"

"Shut up, shut up." Alby made a "shush" gesture, "I think maybe he doesn't know how to smell black magic, the only difference between me and you is that I used black magic and you No, so he only smelled me but not you."

"Then... where did you smell it?"

Although it was strange that George asked what he was doing, Al pointed to the back of his neck.

George's eyes seemed to be glued to the back of Al's neck. The child's skin was white and thin, and the neck was long and thin, looking fragile; he couldn't help but wonder how it would smell there.

Realizing what he was thinking, George looked away abruptly, and changed the subject like a cover-up: "What's the matter with your injury, the 'gun' you mentioned, will it hurt yourself when you use it?"

Al hid the gun in the dormitory before coming to the medical wing.Right now he was a little embarrassed, and explained: "This is because of the recoil... When the gun fires a bullet, it will produce a backward force. My strength is too weak to bear it, so I will be injured. If I change it to a Adults who are trained, don't get hurt."

After explaining the principles of physics, Al asked, "Do you understand?"

no……

Still George nodded wildly.

What else to say, the door of the medical wing suddenly slammed, and Dumbledore walked in.