[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

"George shoots!"

Al shouted, jumped up and jumped in front of Harry: "Bronze wall!"

There was a burst of gunshots, and Al held his wand in both hands to block Harry. He was almost sat down on the ground by the impact of the bullets, but fortunately he stood still; while Voldemort was facing the bullets pouring out, his body Shaking constantly due to the huge impact, black and red blood poured out like money.

"Go touch him! Harry! Go touch him!"

At the moment of life and death, no one cares how perverted this sentence sounds, Harry rushed forward, and pressed his hands on Voldemort's exposed neck and cheeks - the skin touched by Harry suddenly turned black and cracked, Falling to the ground like a stone, Voldemort let out a dying roar from his throat, and Harry's hands were covered with blood, which turned black as soon as it touched him, squeaked and smoked, and evaporated.

The sound of blood evaporating, the sound of skin cracking, and the vague roar in Voldemort's throat... At last everything calmed down, and Voldemort's body fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

"Voldemort...is he dead?"

Al panted heavily, the wand was still pointing at Voldemort's body and dared not put it down; he approached cautiously, and as soon as his hand touched the black-gray corpse, it turned into a pile of powder.

Harry slumped on the ground: "It should be dead..."

George dropped the gun, rushed over from the door, and gave Harry and Al a hug. Al had been in a state of high tension, and suddenly his nerves relaxed, and he couldn't stand on his feet. He leaned against George's arms .George patted Al on the back and comforted him, "It's okay, don't be afraid, you're safe. That was... was that the mysterious man?"

Al nodded and pulled out a smile: "You just killed Voldemort."

Only then did George realize belatedly that his hands were still trembling badly, and his shoulders were numb from the recoil: "Fortunately, you taught me how to shoot."

"Put the gun away!" Al suddenly remembered something. Voldemort's body had turned into ashes, and there was no trace of the gunshot wound. If Dumbledore didn't put the gun away quickly, it would be difficult to explain this The source of the gun.

George put Al gently on the ground, and ran over, looking left and right, wondering where he could hide the gun, and finally had to stuff it into his robe.As soon as Al hid the gun, he heard Draco shouting from the door, and then a panic-stricken platinum-blonde came rushing through the door, and as soon as he entered, he rushed straight at Al; he was followed by a Dumbledore Lido, with a tense face, trotted over as soon as his sight touched Harry who was already lying on the ground with his eyes closed... Al closed his eyes amidst Draco's screams, and lost consciousness with peace of mind.

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When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a platinum-blonde man next to the bed—he couldn't be more familiar, Lucius.

Alton sat up suddenly: "Father..."

Lucius pushed Al back and made him lie down.Al felt guilty for a while, and lay down obediently. Seeing that Lucius had no intention of speaking, he asked cautiously, "Where is Xiaolong?"

"Madam Pomfrey drove him away and did not allow the children to disturb the patients." Lucius showed a nostalgic expression on his face, "Madam Pomfrey was not the head nurse when I was still in school, and she Any unnecessary visits have been refused."

Al couldn't help smiling when he thought of the little wizards who were kicked out when he entered the medical wing.

Turning his gaze to the side, Harry was lying on the bed next door, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, with some scratches on his face.Lucius looked over, with no emotion on his face: "The famous Harry Potter?"

Al nodded hesitantly: "He... Xiaolong and I are his trusted friends."

Lucius nodded: "Dumbledore has told me everything that happened. Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone and took you and Harry Potter away?"

The two sentences before and after seem to have no connection at all. Anyway, Harry Potter and Al, and the Philosopher's Stone, don't seem to have any connection at all.

Al hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell the truth: "Quirrell was instructed by... the Dark Lord."

"Dark Lord? He's back?" Lucius suddenly lost his composure. Al had never seen his expression before. It was a mixture of shock, fear, and ecstasy...which made his face a little distorted.

"Yes, the Dark Lord is just a soul now, very weak, attached to Quirrell's body, he wants to pass the Philosopher's Stone... I don't know, he is just a soul now, can he be resurrected with the Philosopher's Stone?" Al said while observing Lucius' expression. As far as he knew, Lucius knew nothing about Horcruxes, and the doubt on Lucius' face also confirmed this.

"And..." Al pursed his lips and whispered, "He wants to kill me."

"He knew I was a Malfoy, but he was going to kill me anyway, and Harry, it was Weasley... who saved me."

Lucius frowned. He didn't ask Voldemort why he wanted to kill Al, because he knew that Voldemort killed people for fun sometimes.But the Malfoy family has been Voldemort's loyal support before Voldemort's downfall, although Lucius used the Imperius Curse to excuse himself after Voldemort's downfall... But if Voldemort can't forgive all the people who used various methods to avoid entering Ah after his downfall Death Eaters in Zkaban, then Voldemort would be a loner.

But now, his cherished son told him that Voldemort wanted to kill him.

"I think..." Al tentatively tentatively said, "The Dark Lord is dead, and his soul has been turned into ashes together with Quirrell. Father, if you can switch camps and stop following the Dark Lord..."

After a pause, he saw that there was no anger on Lucius' face, so he boldly continued: "I don't think the Dark Lord would be a good leader. He is very crazy and almost lost his mind."

Lucius nodded, and looked at Al with sharp eyes for a moment: "Take a good rest, I will think about it."

Al nodded and lowered his head. After a while, he felt a heavy weight on the top of his head. It was Lucius who reached out and touched his head.

Although it was just a simple action, Lucius seldom expressed his closeness to his sons. Al's heart felt hot, and he rushed over impulsively, and hugged Lucius.

In fact, it's not just Lucius, Al has rarely expressed intimacy to him. Al's character has been reserved and introverted since he was a child. "My dad".In fact, after Al was seven years old, there was no close contact between father and son.

Lucius hugged Al back, the child's thin body made Lucius worry about whether he had eaten well.

He patted Al on the back and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, I won't let anyone hurt you."

God knows how worried Lucius was after hearing from Dumbledore.Without daring to let Narcissa know, Lucius rushed to Hogwarts almost immediately.His beloved little son lay unconscious on the bed, not seen in a year, and Al seemed to have grown a bit, but was still slender and pale.For a moment, his anger at Dumbledore made him want to force the board of directors to change the headmaster - if he can't fulfill his duty to protect the students, what is the need for the headmaster to exist?

But Al told him that his precious son was made like this because of the Dark Lord whom he was loyal to.

The impact of the facts was too great, making Lucius extremely confused, and his 11-year-old son actually told him very seriously that the Dark Lord was not a good leader.

Did the sons grow up without knowing it?Faced with death threats at such a young age, does Al see the truth of the matter more clearly than he does?

After hugging for a while, when the two father and son separated, there was a loud sniffling sound from the next bed.Arrow looked around, only to realize that Harry had woken up at some point, and was staring at them intently. There seemed to be a little envy in his eyes, and his eyes were a little red.

Facing Al's gaze, Harry suddenly looked away as if startled and embarrassed.

"Harry, this is my father." Al guessed that Harry probably remembered his parents, and introduced it apologetically.Harry smiled obediently at Lucius: "Hi, I'm Harry Potter, Draco and Al's friend."

Lucius didn't have the slightest idea how to get along with other children, but he also knew that Harry's parents were dead, so he hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Harry's head.

"If you have the opportunity, you are welcome to visit Malfoy Manor. Draco and Al will be very happy."

Harry nodded flattered, and any fear of Lucius dissipated.

Lucius wasn't the notorious Death Eater he was rumored to be, but the father of his best friends.

Before Lucius left, Al leaned into Lucius' ear and whispered something to him.After hearing what Al said, Lucius shook his head helplessly, and reproached: "Al, you should have a sense of honor in the academy."

There was a bit of arrogance in Al's smile: "I lost their things, and they saved me, didn't they?"

After Lucius left, Harry asked curiously, "What are you talking about? What sense of honor in the academy?"

Al made a fool of himself and raised his eyebrows at him: "I can only tell you that as long as you play hard, most of the Quidditch Cups this year will belong to Gryffindor."