[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

It wasn't until breakfast in the auditorium the next day that Al and Draco realized that Lockhart's so-called surprise was a total disaster.

The four walls of the auditorium were covered with big, dazzling pink flowers, and to make matters worse, there were many heart-shaped confetti that kept falling from the light blue ceiling. Slytherin students They had to use various spells all the time to blow the confetti away before they fell on their food.

"I shouldn't expect anything." Draco rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

"Are you still looking forward to Valentine's Day? Draco?" Blaise leaned over with interest, "Our little Draco has someone he likes?"

"Nice to meet you, too." Draco picked up the knife and fork and said flatly.

"Hey Brace." Al was sitting across from Brace. "How's school going when we're not around?"

"Oh, my dear Al and Draco, without you, the students seem to have no backbone, everyone sheds tears every day, fearing that without your protection, we will be crushed to death by the heir's finger... Well, I was wrong Come on, don't be rough! It's a fork!"

Draco paid no attention to whether Al and Blaise started a fork fight next to him, he chewed his food absently, his eyes wandering, sneaking glances in the direction of Gryffindor.

Harry had been training at Quidditch last night (Wood's desire to win and lose kept them practicing once a week even though Quidditch had been cancelled), and was sleep deprived, and by the time he arrived at the auditorium, he was a little late.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, Harry was taken aback by the exaggerated attire, and then heard excited voices from the other end of the auditorium.

"Harry!"

Harry looked around, and saw that Draco, whom he hadn't seen for several months, had stood up from his chair and was waving excitedly at him. Al, who also hadn't seen him for a long time, was sitting next to him, smiling towards him. He waved his hand.

By the time Harry came back to his senses, his legs had automatically led him to the Slytherin table and gave Draco a big hug.This is the first time for Gryffindor students to come to Slytherin. For a while, all the Slytherins were stunned, including Draco, who opened his mouth blankly, as if he didn't know what to do with his hands. where to put it.

And blushed.

Al felt he had reason to believe that Draco was overjoyed.

"The whole restaurant is watching you, bro," Al reminded.

Harry finally came to his senses, let go of his hand quickly, his face blushed, and said to the twins, "I'm so glad you're back, see you in class later!"

The strange silence lasted for a while, and the sound of people's heated discussion continued in the auditorium. Al thought with his ass that he knew what they were discussing—even though he was in the second year, wizards were unusual for Malfoys and Harry Potter The friendship is still full of interest.

"Thanks to you and Harry, we're in the spotlight again." Al noticed that many young wizards were surreptitiously eyeing the two of them, and of course Harry.He didn't like this kind of probing gaze, so he had to keep a straight face, almost hiding his face in the saucer.

"Long time no see, Al." Draco pursed his lips, seeming a little shy.

"Al and I haven't seen each other for a long time, and we didn't hug each other so impulsively." Blaise said objectively.

Al glanced over at the Gryffindor table and happened to see two prominent redheads, George and Fred.Al met eyes with one of them, and he waved and blew a kiss.

"Long time no see, George." Al dragged his chin and mouthed towards him.

The noise did not subside until Lockhart came in. He enthusiastically introduced his little Valentine Cupid to the students, and almost all the wizards made a sound of disgust.

They are so ugly that no one with normal aesthetics would associate them with Eros.

All day long, the shorties kept barging into their classrooms to deliver Valentine's Day cards, much to the annoyance of the teachers.Both Al and Draco had received quite a few, and it seemed that months of absence had left their crowds missing; not to mention Harry, the famous golden boy who was almost inundated with Valentine's Day cards, Billockhart showing off his collection of The 46 that arrived were twice as many.

It seemed that Draco's good mood in the morning had been swept away. Only the two classes of Potions class were together. He tore all the greeting cards he received in this class into pieces with a stinky face. Take a second look.

However, Harry's attitude towards these greeting cards was the same. If he was not afraid of destroying the properties of the potion, he would definitely throw them into the cauldron and boil them.

The dwarves didn't understand the horror of Severus at all, and they ignored Severus's gloomy face that dripped ink, and handed the greeting cards to the little wizards-Harry was so distressed, Because the shorties broke in five times during this lesson, three times for Harry.

On the way to his last astronomy class, Harry felt that he had finally experienced the most painful and embarrassing moment in his 12 years of life.

"His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toad [] toad [] toad, he is black and handsome like a blackboard, I hope he is mine, he is really handsome, a warrior who conquers black magic."

The shorty finished singing loudly, cleared his throat, and announced even louder, "From Ginny Weasley."

... This is simply a public execution.

Harry forced himself to laugh with the crowd of wizards watching, and even Al couldn't help it. Hearing this famous love song was so funny, and by the way, Ginny's literary talent is really not very good.

The only one in the crowd who wasn't smiling was Draco, who glared at Ginny until the little girl turned away, covering her face.

When the crowd was finally driven away by Percy and the children were able to walk to the classroom again, Draco said, "What does a little girl in the first grade know? I heard that she admired you since she was very young. It's just a hero complex. That red-haired girl — that Weasley, it's just..."

Before Ron violently cursed Draco, Harry held him down: "Of course, of course I know, she's just a child, Ron, we're going to class!" He warned Ron in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive! Draco didn't say anything!"

Several children were separated at the fork leading to different classrooms, Draco was still angry.

"It's just a first year, there's no need to be so angry, Draco." Al comforted him.

Draco looked over, puffed his cheeks, and there were only the two of them left, Draco whispered: "I think you're right, I really like Harry."

Al: "..."

"Calm down, Draco, Harry's a boy, and you're only twelve."

Draco curled his lips and said nothing.

The disastrous Valentine's Day was finally over, and Harry walked away from the dinner table almost gratefully. He had listened to the song at least twenty times in the last class and dinner time-including George He and Fred each contributed five times. Thanks to Ginny, he now feels physically nauseated when he hears "Toad【】Toad】and "Blackboard".

When he went to the Weasleys' house during the summer vacation, the little Weasleys sister had a very strange attitude towards him. Harry thought she didn't like him and didn't want to see him, but from what Draco said, she put He regarded himself as an object of worship... Harry couldn't help but think of the wizards who gathered around him to shake hands with him when he first went to the Leaky Cauldron—including Quirrell—how could Ginny be any different from those people?She doesn't know herself at all...

Harry sulked, his own and Ginny's.

But the other party was just a kid in the first grade, so what could he do... Harry fell back on his pillow, buried his face, and ignored Ron's "Are you all right, buddy?" greeting.

In the middle of the night, Al opened his eyes.He sat up quietly, making sure that Draco beside him was still soundly asleep, he hesitated for a moment, then took out the diary and put it in his trouser pocket.

In case Draco went to chat with the diary after waking up in the middle of the night, Al thought it would be safer for him to bring it.

There had been no attacks for several months, Hogwarts had been less guarded, and Al had only seen one Lockhart on duty all the way—he was drooling from sleeping on a statue.As he passed by, Al shook his head, wondering how the professor could trust such an unreliable, stupid wizard who could only forget about things to be on duty.

When we came to the one-eyed witch statue, as expected, George was already waiting there.Seeing Al's figure, George had a look of joy on his face, and he came over and hugged Al and patted him hard on the back: "I knew you would not be able to resist coming here."

"I really know me." Al couldn't help laughing.

"So, how does it feel to stay at home without going to school?" George let go of Al, looked him up and down: "Have you grown taller?"

"It's so boring... I just follow the tutor every day, and Severus supervises." Al looked at George, and found that he still had to look up to see his face, "Have I grown taller? Why haven't I feel?"

Just as George was about to say something, his expression suddenly became vigilant, and he grabbed Al and stuffed him into the broom closet.

After a while, Hagrid, a half-giant, walked over with a shuffling and loud voice.

"Hagrid is very responsible, but he's not very careful." After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, George whispered, "He passed by here three times, and he didn't find anything wrong."

However, Al found something was wrong: "Have you been waiting for so long?"

It takes a lot of time to patrol Hogwarts once. Hagrid has patrolled three times. How early did George come?

"I'm afraid that if you come early, you will miss it." George explained simply, pushing Al out of the secret passage, "Let's go."

"Next time, let's make an appointment... to separate from the left and right." Al used his own ring wand, and the statue separated faster and more silently than using a wooden wand.

George looked at the ring wand fascinatedly, and suddenly frowned.

"That's... what's that?"

Some kind of shadow was reflected on the ring, and after a flicker, George seemed to see a green light——

George fell down suddenly without warning, and Al was startled. George's body was stiff and his eyes were still open, but he couldn't speak or move.

"George!" Al whispered, and he caught a glimpse of something beside him from the corner of his eye.

The basilisk is right behind him!