[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Al's heart skipped a beat: "Why do you ask that?"

Harry was silent for a moment: "I...before school started, I saw that you went to the Borgin-Bock store. I already knew that the Malfoy family had something to do with the Dark Arts."

"But the Dark Arts are not equal to the heirs of Slytherin." It turned out to be doubtful because of this.Al breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "Draco and I are both children. Although our father is keen on black magic, we don't have much to do with it."

"Don't lie." Harry looked disbelieving, "Where is Draco? Where is he?"

"He's eating in the restaurant, you can go and see."

"And before that? I saw that Colin was found petrified as soon as he entered the restaurant."

Al's heart skipped a beat, Draco was indeed very suspicious, but he had already locked the diary, and there was no sign that it had been tampered with... Could it be that the diary wasn't the one driving the basilisk?

"I don't know, Harry, but Draco has always regarded you as a very good friend. You also know that his concept has changed a lot. He can even get along with Granger peacefully. It is unreasonable for you to doubt him so much." " Al said a little stiffly, broke away from Harry's hand, and hurried to the Slytherin cellar.

Harry stood where he was, frowning.

Ron and Hermione also came over at this time: "So, what did he say?"

It's not hard to imagine how the trio speculated in private whether the two brothers of Malfoy were the heirs of Slytherin. Harry shook his head: "Al doesn't admit it."

"How could it not be Malfoy? You also saw it at Borgin-Bock shop, they have no innocence with the black magic." Ron was almost annoyed. Pull to the dark side, and make you the new Dark Lord."

"What?" Harry was taken aback. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be the new Dark Lord?"

"Listen, that's what my dad said." Ron lowered his voice, "After the fall of the mysterious man, Lucius Malfoy said that he was driven by the mysterious man because of the Imperius Curse, but we all know that It’s nonsense. Many followers of You-Know-Who think that why you can defeat Voldemort is because you yourself are a more evil wizard than Voldemort—Lucius Malfoy must have thought so, or two Slytherins How can you be friends with Gryffindor?"

"I think they really regard Harry as a friend, you can't simply use their family to define them." Hermione said anxiously, "As you can see, Draco and Al are really very friendly to Harry." Well, even if I was a Muggle-born, they didn't treat me—"

"They're friends," Harry concluded, to which Ron was clearly annoyed. "I trust them as much as I trust you, okay?"

"Fine," Ron muttered.

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Facing the diary in his drawer, Al frowned.

The diary is still in place, showing no signs of tampering, and the spell is intact... So how did the diary come out to cause the basilisk?

"What's that?" Draco sat at his desk and asked curiously.

"A notebook." Al looked at Draco and asked, "Where did you go before dinner?"

"Walk around casually, relax, and advise myself not to be angry with my worrying brother, didn't I tell you?" Draco replied impatiently.

... The worrying brother, you are the worrying brother.Al slandered, and continued to ask: "Have you ever touched this diary?"

"No." Draco denied, "Why do I read your diary? But if you record the places you go to mysteriously every day in the diary, I will secretly read it."

"There's nothing written here." Al flipped through the diary to Draco, showing him a blank space, "Another person has been petrified, Colin Creevey from Gryffindor's first year. "

The expression on Draco's face can definitely be called schadenfreude: "Another Mudblood, Harry finally doesn't have to be harassed by him."

"Come on, Draco, he's just a kid," Al said reproachfully.

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Whatever you want, tomorrow is the Quidditch match, we'd better go to bed early, don't run around tonight, and see how sleepy you are." He fell on the pillow and turned over With his back to Al.

Al suddenly remembered something, jumped up and ran out the door: "Wait for me for 10 minutes!"

He went to the unoccupied dormitory again, locked the door, and whispered: "Dobby!"

Dobby appeared in response, still holding a rag in his hand. Seeing that it was Al, he reflexively said, "Dobby didn't go to Harry Potter anymore!"

Al nodded: "Well done, you are not allowed to come to Hogwarts unless I call you, especially tomorrow, stay at home and complete your tasks obediently, don't try to make trouble for Harry, or I will tell you Dad, do you understand?"

After saying this, Al realized that he looked like Draco, "Tell Dad!" Oh my God.

"Dobby knows." Dobby nodded fearfully.

Knowing that Dobby would not manipulate the Bludger to break Harry's arm again, Al returned to the dormitory with satisfaction. Draco seemed to have fallen asleep. Al thought about it, took out the diary again, and wrote a word.

"Hi."

"Hello," Tom replied quickly.

"Some things have happened in school recently, and I am very worried about my safety." Al thought about it and wrote.

"what happened?"

If you want to gain Tom Riddle's trust, you have to show that you are a pure blood.Al thought so, writing, "Two people at school were petrified, a Squib and a Mudblood, and I'm a pureblood, but I still don't feel safe in school."

"There are very few pure bloods in this school, who are you?"

Al thought for a long time, thinking that Voldemort's main soul and the soul fragments in other Horcruxes would not share memory. Although the main soul had already held a grudge against the Malfoy family, the one in front of him didn't know yet.

So he replied: "Aris Malfoy."

As soon as the name disappeared from the pages of the diary, Al's eyes flashed and his world spun.

After a while, Al opened his eyes, and in front of him was no longer his bedroom, but the front hall of a villa that looked expensive.

There was a sofa beside Al, and a handsome black-haired young man in Slytherin robes was leaning on the sofa, looking at Al with interest.

Needless to say, this must be Tom Riddle.

He is indeed the person who has been praised many times by Aunt Rowling as "handsome". Even though he is only 16 years old now, his face is enough to fascinate a Hogwarts girl.

Tom hooked the corner of his lips towards Al: "Sit."

Al was also sitting on the sofa in a good manner. He didn't expect that Tom would have his own space in the diary, and he could draw others in.

He thought Tom could only show his memories to others.

No one spoke for a while, and there was a moment of silence when Tom spoke, sounding confused: "You're nervous, why? You know who I am?"

Al shook his head. "I don't know you, but you suddenly pulled me into this—what is this place? Of course I'd be nervous."

"Don't worry, I just want you to be a guest." Tom held out a hand to him. "My name is Tom Riddle."

"Arys Malfoy." Al shook hands with him decently, "So, where is this place? Who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm a Slytherin." Tom looked down at the clothes he was wearing, "50 years ago, I was a Slytherin prefect, but I failed to graduate and was killed by a monster in the Chamber of Secrets Afterwards, my soul was trapped in that diary."

Al: "..."

OK Tom Riddle, make up, keep making up!

Al tried his best to put on a sincere look that was fooled by Tom. After all, according to his physical age, it should be easy to trust the seniors of the same school: "Your... soul? I'm sorry, but 50 years ago... Has the chamber of secrets been opened?"

"Yes, unfortunately and fortunately, I was probably the only victim at that time." Tom looked sad, "That monster petrified several people, unfortunately, when it was released by its master again , I was going around that corner, I didn't even realize what I was seeing, and I was just... when I woke up, I was stuck here."

"Its owner?" Al leaned forward, looking eager to know the answer, "Who is it? Have you seen it clearly?"

Tom nodded: "He is a low-grade student who always likes those weird creatures. I'm sure he didn't do it unintentionally, but it still caused irreparable consequences."

"who is it?"

Tom showed a wry smile: "He was 50 years ago. You may not have heard of him at all. His name is Rubeus Hagrid."

Al thought that sure enough, Voldemort blamed Hagrid again, but he exclaimed, "How is that possible? He is our gamekeeper! After Filch is petrified, he will be our gatekeeper!"

"What?" Tom's face showed real worry, "He is very dangerous, and now the whole school is in crisis!"

Al still wanted to say something, but Tom suddenly turned pale, and raised his arm weakly: "I'm sorry, Alris, I don't have the strength, I'm afraid I have to ask you to go out first."

As soon as the words fell, Al's eyes blurred again, and he returned to his bedroom.

Al stared at the diary for a while, then rolled a huge white eye at it.

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From the moment we woke up in the morning, the weather was gloomy until when the game started, it started to rain.

It was the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match. Al and Draco stood in the waiting area with the Slytherin Quidditch team. Flint looked confident in himself and the players, raising his hands The broom (given by Lucius), said: "Our broom is better than them, our players are better than them, and our tactics are better than them! We can definitely win!"

The Slytherins followed suit, and Al and Draco glanced at each other, neither knowing where their captain's confidence came from.

If there is one thing that the Slytherin team is better than Gryffindor now, it is that the Slytherin Seeker does not wear glasses.

Al cast a waterproof and moisture-proof charm on everyone (for which Flint exclaimed "Well done, Al!"), and as a rookie for the first time, he took a deep breath, took a broom, and Draco Left and right followed Flint from the waiting area into the open-air court.

Several Slytherins were instantly drowned out by the little wizard's cheers—although there were few Slytherins, their shouts were unambiguous, so even if no one from other houses shouted, their voices were deafening.

Thanks to Al's waterproof and moisture-proof spell, Slytherin walked to the middle of the field, behind Gryffindor, his body was still warm and dry, but the Gryffindors on the opposite side were already drowned, George saw Al and his party The expression after that was like waking up from a dream. However, wands were not allowed to be brought into the field of play, so they could only use this spell after halftime.

This spell was taught to Al by George!

Noticing Gryffindor's embarrassment, Draco's mouth curled into a victorious smile.

Both teams rose into the air and stopped where they should be, with Harry and Slytherin Seeker Blaise stopping directly above their respective teams.Al, Draco, and Blaise were all participating in the competition for the first time, and the three children almost had the same nervousness on their faces.

But Draco and Blaise were nervous for the game, and Al was worried about whether the game would end and he would spit it out on the spot when he got off the broom.

Mrs. Hooch gave a whistle, and the game began.

The Bludger flew out one step ahead of the Quaffle, and Draco flew towards the Bludger like an arrow from the string, his broom faster than the Weasley brothers', and beat them to the ground. The Bludger hits Angelina, the Gryffindor Chaser.However, the Weasley twins are more experienced than Draco, and the Bludger was intercepted halfway, and under Fred's heavy blow, it flew straight to Gryffindor's goal, and happened to collide with the Quaffle, Quaffle The ball went off track, and without Wood's shot, Slytherin missed a ten.

But this was only temporary, and soon, Slytherin led the score by forty points with a faster broom, a batter with the same tacit understanding, and other flexible chasers.Al also let go of what he had been thinking all the time: up to now, the Bludger has not shown signs of going crazy, and Harry is still safe.Neither he nor Blaise found the Snitch, and the two flew high to observe the entire field, interspersed in the field from time to time, causing some trouble for the opponent's players - Al was almost hit by the Quaffle shot by Harry with the tail of his broom In the process, I got a sly smile from the little savior by the way-who made the twins merciless and interfered with him several times with Bludgers.

Soon, at halftime, the score was sixty to ten.Gryffindor cast a Waterproof Charm on the players who finally got a chance to cast themselves, and Harry's eyes were no longer covered by a small waterfall.

"We gotta do it fast! Their brooms are way better than ours!" Wood yelled through the rain. "Harry! You gotta get the Snitch before they beat us by 150 points! Either catch the Snitch, Or die on the field!"

George looked irritated by his words: "Don't press him so much! Look what you're talking about!"

Harry shrugged, indicating he was fine.There were two of his friends on the opposite team, and although they didn't let it go, Harry felt rather relieved.

He'd played Quidditch with Draco a lot during the summers at Malfoy Manor - and occasionally Al joined in - so for Harry, the match felt pretty good to him.

"We'll protect you from those brats hitting your head with a Bludger." Fred patted Harry on the head half-jokingly.

"They won't." Harry laughed too.

As soon as the second half of the game started, the two Bludgers slammed into the Seekers who were closer to him like spirits. Al knocked the one next to Blaise into the air and hit it in Harry's direction. The walker buzzed through the air, turned in the air as if irritated, and flew towards Al again.

"Oh brother, don't make it difficult for me, I'm just a little hitter." Al shook his head and clenched the club in his hand, but this time before the Bludger flew in front of him, De Laco called out again.

"What strength!" Draco yelled at Al.

Al's height is now a little lower than Draco's. He must be the lightest hitter. The hand holding the club is slightly numb from the shock, and the force of the Bludger every time it flies over When increasing, Al will fly backward for a certain distance every time due to the reaction force.

"If only I had to cheer in the stands." Al hit the Bludger flying towards Flint again, but at the same time as the Bludger was hit, another Bludger was hit by George with a stick come out.

Caught off guard, Al was hit by the Bludger on the broom handle. Although the broom handle was not broken, it was hit and spun. If it were Harry, he could quickly stabilize the broom in the air, but Al's flying skills Not that good, all he could do was grab the broom, and twirling and falling out, while spitting out a twisted sentence: "shiiiiiiiit!!!"

With a sound of "boom", Arlian slammed into something with his broom. It was quite soft and didn't hurt. As soon as Al opened his eyes, he saw red hair all over his field of vision.

—It was George.

At this moment, Al flew into George's arms. Fortunately, the broom hit him sideways, or he might have pierced George right through. When the recoil hit the air, it was also caught by George.

Al blinked and said obediently, "Thank you."

George rolled his eyes, clutching his throbbing chest, unable to speak.

Meanwhile, commentator Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "Harry caught the Snitch!"

Alton crawled out of George's arms and flew towards Draco on his own broom: "Who? Which academy won!"

"200 points in Slytherin vs. 210 points in Gryffindor, Gryffindor wins!"

Li Jordan told Al the answer in a joyous voice, and in a blink of an eye, Gryffindor and the other two houses were celebrating together, while the atmosphere in Slytherin was much more sluggish—Draco pursed his lips listlessly , flew towards the ground.

They had done their best, and they had a 140 lead over Gryffindor before catching the Snitch, just one Quaffle away, and they would have won!

It's a pity that Harry still played a decisive role. Al caught up with Draco and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be unhappy, we are only ten points behind."

Draco pulled himself together and asked, "Are you okay? Did you fall?"

Al shrugged: "Probably George is in more pain than me."

The news made Draco feel better.

Although the game was lost, Al was not surprised at all: he had no doubts about Harry's aura as the protagonist. With Harry around, it was basically impossible for other academies to win the Quidditch Cup.

And Dobby finally did as he ordered, and didn't make trouble again. For this, Al was very happy. For a while, it seemed that even the secret room and the diary couldn't bother him anymore.

The members of the Gryffindor team must have gone to celebrate immediately after the game. Al failed to find George. He was a little disappointed about this. He also wanted to say thank you to George. After all, if he hadn't bumped into George's arms, he Might as well just fall to the floor—be the one to go into the infirmary to grow bones in Harry's place.

The Quidditch competition dilutes the shadow of many petrified students on other little wizards. For a period of time, no other petrification incidents happened again. In addition, the mandrakes are growing well, and Christmas is coming. The atmosphere is much more relaxed.

Compared with other wizards, Draco and Al's mood is not so relaxed.

Malfoy Manor was raided again, although Lucius hid everything very well, the Ministry of Magic - including Arthur Weasley of course - found nothing, but this incident still caused tension between the twins and Ron. The relationship became tense again.

And besides the raid on Malfoy Manor, Arthur got into trouble himself—his enchanted Muggle bike, the one that Harry and Ron smuggled away to Hogwarts as part of his violation. evidence of the law, and he was fined fifty Galleons.

That was a lot of money for the Weasleys.

This time, even when George sees Al, the two kids are less comfortable with each other.