[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

"I'm a little nervous."

Draco grabbed his broomstick tightly, his face turned pale, and his eyes were fixed on the little wizard who had participated in the Quidditch selection before him.

"Don't worry, Draco, your skills are very good, and your broom is also the best. This position cannot belong to someone else." Al patted him on the shoulder.Draco was competing for the Seeker position. This summer at Malfoy Manor, Harry also taught him a lot and spent a lot of time practicing with him.

In Slytherin this year, there really isn't much playing talent, or else they would lose to Gryffindor every time.

So Draco would have no problem getting on the Quidditch team if he wasn't nervous.

"Alris, it's your turn." Before the batter's assessment, Al went to the field before the seeker. Draco cheered up and shouted: "Come on, Al!"

In response, Al raised his broom.

Not only was he not nervous, he didn't want to cheer, in fact, he simply hoped that he would not be selected.

Come to think of it, if he did make the Quidditch team, he would have to face Harry and the Weasley twins head-to-head every time he played, and he wasn't sure if he could really hit the Bludgers at his friends head for Slytherin victory.

In fact, the most important thing is that Al is still not quite used to the feeling of flying in the air.

The batsmen are assessed in groups of two and two, there are few Slytherins, and there are only three candidates for the batsman. The other two wizards - Crabbe and Goyle - have already been assessed in a team, and Al is alone. He stopped in the air on a broom and asked blankly, "How should I assess?"

"Wait a minute!" Marcus Flint called to him. "We've got to find you a match!"

He was the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. At the end of last semester, he was instructed by Voldemort to bring Al to him, and to question him after Voldemort died. He had no memory of ever looking for Al.Lucius checked him out privately and found that he had been under the Imperius Curse before going to Al.

It wasn't Flint's fault, and Lucius didn't use his authority to force him to quit school. Flint was still the captain of the Slytherin team.

Flint frowned, and scanned among all the team members and wizards who came to participate in the selection.

Crabbe and Goyle are two stupid big guys. They don't have an advantage in Quidditch at all. When selecting batsmen, they can't wait to use their bodies instead of sticks to fly Bludgers. Their reactions are not fast. Look Alris was so small, and Flint worried that if he had one of Crabbe and Goyle practice Bludgers with him, the poor kid would accidentally break a rib.

And with the two hitters from the previous class having graduated, Flint, it seemed, had to go on his own.

As soon as the Bludger was released, it rolled and buzzed in the air like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep.It turned around in the air, and then rushed towards Al with unstoppable momentum, looking like it was about to smash Al's skull.Al clenched the stick with his right hand, and swung hard at the Bludger. The Bludger was hit with a toothache sound, and was forced to change direction and fly towards Flint.

Flint was born as a Chaser and was not used to using a bat. When the Bludger went down with this stick, the Bludger was hit directly into the audience. Fortunately, the Bludger was enchanted and would not leave the field. Before passers-by, it turned a corner and went back.

"I think he's good," Flint motioned to a few active players, "but I need a better hitter to go with him. Take another look!"

Didn't he pass the selection just like that, or did Flint actually look at his father's face?Al was a little skeptical. He knew that his flying skills were average. Although he was very stable, he couldn't do difficult maneuvers. He wasn't as good as Draco.

"Let me try!" A familiar voice came from the ground, and Draco flew over on a broomstick, his face full of eagerness to try.

"Why are you joining in the fun?" Al asked in surprise, "Don't you want to be a Seeker?"

"Just to cooperate with you." Draco shrugged.

With no other more suitable partners, Flint agreed to let Draco and Al try together.

This time, Draco served first. Al sometimes wondered if the Bludger appeared to kill the players. Looking at its posture, it felt like it could smash the jaws of a dozen wizards; Draco With the same posture as Al, he clenched the stick with his right hand and swung vigorously, and the Bludger was accurately hit towards the goal; while Al flew towards the goal, the speed of Nimbus 2001 easily surpassed the Bludger. The walk had just been knocked over the goal, and when it turned the corner with a whooping sound and was going to fly towards Draco, a stick slammed it into the other goal.

The twins had a perfect understanding, and the Bludger was like a docile Quaffle between the two of them. Flint was full of surprise, and after they stopped swinging the club, he dunked the Bludger into the box and shouted excitedly: "Two new hitters!"

"Wait, what?" Draco fell back to the ground in a panic, "But I want to be a Seeker!"

"But you and your brother can be very good hitters," Flint replied. There is only one such twin."

"Two pairs." Somebody added weakly from below, "And the Weasley pair—"

"Don't spoil the fun." Flint didn't look back. "So be the batsman, Draco, Al."

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"I can't believe I'm just convinced by him, what do you do when you're a batsman, hit Harry on the head with a Bludger in a game?"

Draco complained as he walked, and Al followed him listlessly: "I didn't expect you to be persuaded so easily, the next game we have to play against the Weasley twins, they played very—"

Before the word "good" could be said, Draco suddenly became excited and said excitedly, "Weasley! I'm going to blow their heads off!"

Al: "..."

After eating in the restaurant, Al and Draco were stopped by George Fred as they walked out towards the Slytherin cellar.

"I heard you're in the Slytherin team?"

"And also the batter's position?"

"Do you have any undercover in Slytherin?" Al asked puzzled, "We just finished the selection."

"Peeves told us that he has a very good relationship with us." George said with a smirk, "So, next time, we will be two pairs of twins fighting against each other?"

"We won't show mercy!" the Weasleys said in unison.

"You're the ones praying we don't break your necks." Draco retorted.

Fred rubbed Draco's head vigorously: "Don't be complacent, you two are still young."

"Hey!" Draco flew into a rage, and pulled out his wand, "Stop standing still!"

Fred dodged nimbly, and the two tall men ran away laughing.

Draco gritted his teeth and stroked his hair: "Al, practice hard, we must beat them to the ground."

"That's kind of hard..." The Weasley twins were very good at the game, and they were two years older than himself and Draco, with much more strength and skill.If you want to outdo Weasley, you have to work on your flexibility.

Watching the Weasley twins leave, Al couldn't help but wonder how likely it was that he would ask George to steal the diary Ginny was holding.It is said that the Gryffindor girls' dormitory is not easy to get into, but the Weasley twins will have a way.

After returning to the dormitory, Draco complained as he undressed to take a shower: "I'm hungry again, Al, can you call a Hogwarts house elf for me, so they can bring some food?"

"House-elf?" Al asked dully.

"Yes, remember? Father said that there are many elves in Hogwarts, and they are happy to do things for the students, as long as you call them 'elfs'."

"Okay." Al nodded, suddenly remembered something, and rushed out the door.

He ran straight to the innermost bedroom after the corner at the end of the corridor in the Slytherin cellar. This room was extra and unoccupied: "Dobby! Come out!"

Dobby appeared in response, and when he saw Al's expression, his face suddenly became obviously guilty, and he bowed timidly: "What's the matter, Master Al?"

Seeing the culprit at first glance, Al was so angry that he turned around twice and asked angrily: "You violated the order I gave you! You went to the platform, and Harry didn't come to school in time !"

Dobby blinked, trying to retort, "I didn't…"

"Don't lie to me!" Al grabbed the guy by the tea towel and almost lifted him up, "I know you adore Harry and you think Daddy will kill him...but me and Draco also At school, goddamn do you think Daddy would try to kill me and Draco too?"

In fact, Al was a little guilty when he said this, because the aggressiveness of the basilisk is indiscriminate, maybe if he is not careful, his sons will be killed by him.

"Master Lucius...Master Lucius said..." Dobby tried to explain in a panic, "He wants to clean Hogwarts, and the Mudbloods have to..."

"Harry's not a Mudblood either, and Daddy doesn't know what the hell he's holding." Al sighed, letting go of Dobby, who just listened to a few words and then stupidly ran to try to warn Harry, ignoring himself Al really didn't know what to do with him.

Dobby was let go by Al, and stopped for a second, then suddenly rushed to the corner and slammed his head against the wall while crying loudly: "Bad Dobby! Dobby disobeyed the master's order! Dobby should have his head cut off and fed to the goblins!"

Al covered his ears with a headache: "Stop, your voice is really terrible when you cry!"

Dobby choked, and timidly turned to look at him.

"I will protect my best friend, do you understand?" Al tugged at Dobby's big ears angrily, "I know you yearn for freedom, and you think it's unfair to be bound to work in my house without pay Yes, but the current position of the elf is like this, if you want to change, yes, you have to have a little brain."

Dobby's face was full of bewilderment, and he didn't understand Al's meaning at a glance.

Al sighed again, and said, "Now, go to Ginny Weasley and find me the diary that Dad slipped her. I know you can do it, and don't just fool me with a diary , I can see the difference." He glared at Dobby: "If you can't do this well, I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, Dobby bowed curtly: "Dobby will bring the diary to the master right away!" Then he disappeared.

Suddenly solved a problem that had troubled him for a long time, Al knocked on his head, just sighed how stupid he was before, never thought that house elves could come and go freely in Hogwarts, Dobby appeared again , holding a diary with a dark green cover that looks old, and handed it to Al with both hands respectfully: "Master, Dobby got it."

Al took it with satisfaction: "Go back, don't tell Dad about it."

Flipping through the diary casually, Al stuffed it into his robe and went back to his dormitory.