[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

"The words 'I have something on my mind' are written all over your face." Al flicked Harry's forehead, "We are friends, no matter what you ask, I will answer you."

Harry hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind: "I just want to ask—"

"Harry! Al!" At this moment, Draco flew down from the sky angrily, almost falling between Harry and Al. Of course, Harry's words were interrupted, and Al couldn't help glaring at Draco.

Draco was still muttering: "Weasley is too ruthless, Harry, I suspect that your team members are trying to murder me... What do you think I am doing, Al?"

Al rolled his eyes: "Nothing."

Harry seemed hesitant to speak, probably because he wanted to ask about black magic. It was originally a question that was not easy to ask directly, but was interrupted by Draco. He didn't know when he would have a chance to explain next time.

The team's training took up a lot of Al and Draco's time. Draco has been following the Quidditch games closely, so he has a certain understanding of various tactics. With his joining, Flint finally no longer just Using brute force, broom speed and fouls, he also began to use his brain, using his knowledge of the Gryffindor team, to formulate some tactics against Gryffindor.

After the clash with Gryffindor at the stadium, George and Fred approached Aldraco.

"What did you say? I heard you right." Draco pressed his ear, "Train us? But you are Gryffindors."

"We don't want to bully the rookies." George and Fred's eyes flashed with suspicious excitement, "Last time we found that you two are very talented, but the batters have no systematic training, and their strength is limited. It's been a long time since we've met an opponent who can compete with us, come on guys."

George had mentioned this matter to Al last time, and he winked at Al.

"You wouldn't teach us the wrong way on purpose, would you?" Draco asked suspiciously.

The Weasleys hugged each other exaggeratedly: "Is this the image of us in your eyes, Draco?"

Draco's expression clearly said "yes".

The Weasleys who cunningly and somehow gained Al's trust.

"On the pitch, besides watching the Bludgers, you have to keep an eye on every player on your team and on the opposing team, most importantly the player who gets the Quaffle, and if he's on your side, protect him, If it's the opponent, hit him in the head with a Bludger." George swung his stick, "The Seekers don't need to keep paying attention, but once they show that they've spotted the Snitch, you're ready to go."

"But..." Draco looked troubled, "If Harry spots the Snitch, I can't hit him with the Bludger."

"Don't worry about him, bro." Fred and George looked at each other, "We often train together, that kid can fly better than anyone else, not to mention a single Bludger, even a dozen Bludgers If you don’t reach him, you can only interfere with his search for the Snitch, you can’t really hurt him with the Bludger.”

"And with our protection, often the Bludgers can't even break through our defense."

George added.

Al couldn't help reminding: "Draco, this is a competition. Although we are good friends with Harry, you can't let the water go."

"Oh." Draco agreed hesitantly.

Training with the Weasley twins was a lot harder than theory.The two seniors are skilled and much stronger than Al and Draco. At the beginning of training, Al and Draco were almost only beaten by Bludgers.

But after getting really proficient, Al and Draco seemed to have a little bit of experience with the "wonderful feeling between twins".

They can always predict the opponent's next move, and even if they don't see each other, they can hit the Bludger to the opponent's position, which is very... magical.

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In October, the weather became increasingly cloudy, and despite frequent rain, Quidditch training at both houses was never delayed.Al and Draco came back drenched from regular training. Al, who was relatively weak, caught a cold once and had to drink Madam Pomfrey's cold medicine, causing the ear under the blond hair to be steaming out like a steam train.

After that, Al cleverly learned the heat preservation spell and the waterproof and moisture proof spell from Hermione, and the twins' Quidditch training finally got better.Al had finally fully adapted to the high-speed flight and the sense of weightlessness. He and Draco were doing well, and Flint said that it was impossible for any other house to take the Quidditch Cup from Slytherin.

Al has reservations about this.

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"Death party?"

When Harry and Alderaco mentioned this, Al thought for a while before he remembered the relevant plot in the original book.

"Then what's the point, are you confused?" Draco said bluntly, "the ghosts don't have any fun, and they can't eat, there are ghosts everywhere, you're easily fooled by them It's not a good feeling to pass through the body."

"But I've promised Nearly Headless Nico." After hearing what the twins said, Harry realized that the Deathday Party might not be as fun as he imagined, and became more and more worried.

"Don't eat dinner before you go. You may spit out the contents of the death day party. After you come back, come to the restaurant and ask Gryffindor to save some food for you, understand?"

Although Al was a kind reminder, Harry still showed a resentful look: "Aren't you going together?"

The twins shook their heads at the same time with surprisingly consistent movements: "No, we like Halloween banquets, Dumbledore has invited a band, and there will be a lot of delicious food."

Harry pouted and walked away unhappy.

Seeing his disappointed look, Draco opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something, Al quickly covered his mouth, lest Draco really agree to go to that boring death day just to please Harry party.

On the day of the Halloween banquet, Al and Draco went to the restaurant together. The restaurant was once again decorated with pumpkins. Fortunately, there was no smell of pumpkins. Al completely ignored them. The long table was filled with richer food than before, in order to enhance the atmosphere , the ceiling was very gloomy, and dazzling lightning flashed from time to time, and the teachers were all sitting on the teacher's bench chatting happily with each other. Al looked carefully at the long table in Gryffindor, and the three of them were indeed absent, presumably keeping their promise Went to the death day party.

"Poor Harry, you can't enjoy these." Draco stuffed a small piece of cake into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Where did he go? Why didn't he come to the party?" asked Blaise, who was sitting next to the twins.

"He foolishly went to a ghostly Deathday party." Draco shrugged. "Have you ever been, Blaise?"

Blaise showed an interested expression. "No, Deathday party? All ghosts? Sounds interesting."

"If you did go, you wouldn't find it funny." Draco replied as he stuffed pudding into his mouth.He likes sweets very much. Every time he used to eat, he would wait until the dessert appeared before stuffing a lot of them into his stomach, "Dad went to the Deathday party, he said it was disgusting, the food of the ghosts was rotten, and they also Don’t eat, just pass through the food with a big mouth. And not all the ghosts have resigned to their fate, many ghosts are still immersed in the grudge of death..."

Before he swallowed the food in his mouth, Draco stood up and ran out in a hurry. Al asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

"I want to go to the toilet!" Draco replied softly.

After this trip, Draco didn't come back until after dinner. The little wizards had already started to leave and went back to their dormitories. Al had to go back to the cellar with Blaise.

If he hadn't taken Voldemort's diary away, the trio from the Deathday party should have followed the sound and found Filch's cat, petrified by the basilisk.Fortunately, now that diary is properly put away and locked by him, nothing will happen.Al followed the crowd out in a relaxed mood. After a few steps, Draco ran over from the bathroom: "The banquet is over?"

"Yeah, are you full?" Al looked at Draco's stomach, "Why were you in such a hurry just now, did you spoil your stomach?"

"No, it's just... an urgency to pee." Draco blushed.

When we reached the third floor, suddenly, there were screams and chaotic noises from the crowd in front of us.

"What's that? What happened?"

"Is he dead?"

With a thump in his heart, Al squeezed through the crowd and ran over, wanting to see what happened in front of him, but some little wizards had already begun to cry, and some even wanted to retreat in fear. Being pushed and pushed among a group of senior students, I was about to squeeze to the front of the crowd, tripped, and I was about to fall to the ground.

However, the expected pain did not come, and Al was pulled by someone, and then his eyes were covered by the other person's hand, and a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"do not look."

"George?" Al grasped George's wrist blankly, trying to pull his hand away, "What's wrong? Why didn't you let me see it?"

George seemed to sigh: "It's Filch, he... is dead."