[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

"Hey! Harry!"

Al squeezed through the crowded students, handed him a piece of parchment in his hand, and faced the other party's puzzled eyes, he simply explained: "Take a look at these, it's time for Potions class."

Before Harry could answer a word, Al just gushed away again, as if he had never been there.

Harry looked at the parchment.

"Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a pair of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow. It has a strong detoxification effect. Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma is the same plant and is collectively called aconitum...Aren’t these all the things in "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms"?"

During the summer vacation at the Dursleys' house, Harry had roughly read all the books, and had a little impression of the contents of the parchment Al gave him.

"What did Malfoy do for you? It won't be some prank." Ron looked at the parchment, obviously he didn't read the book at all, and he was confused about these things, "The next class is Potions, haha Leigh, I don't think you should be that kind to Malfoy...their family are Death Eaters!"

"But Ron, Al, and Draco were very kind to me, and they even invited me to eat ice cream in Diagon Alley." Harry said gently, reading the parchment several times.Although he didn't know what Al was doing to give him these things, but Al let him see that it was always right to memorize them.

"There must be a conspiracy..." Ron whispered.

Not expecting Ron to let go of his prejudice against the little Malfoys overnight, Harry focused on reading the parchment in his hand, and only found out when he arrived at the Potions classroom that this class was taught with the Slytherins.

Al was sitting over there from Slytherin, at the same table as Draco.

Handed the parchment to Harry and he ran, because Harry was surrounded by Gryffindors and he didn't want someone to cast a hex on his ass.

"I hope he can take a good look at what I gave him." Al said to himself.

Draco sneered loudly beside him.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with that brat, Al."

"Harry is cute, isn't he?" Al looked at his brother expectantly, hoping for affirmation.

"Cute? What's in your head? The tea towel Dobby is wearing?"

"Shut up, Draco." Al wrinkled his nose, "You're disgusting..."

"I thought you thought that fool was cute too." Draco shrugged.

"But a tea towel on a house-elf is disgusting! I'd be disgusted by a tea towel on you!"

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Harry must have read through what Al had given him—the three questions Snape asked him, Harry answered flawlessly.Snape was somewhat shocked by this, looking into Harry's sincere green eyes, Snape couldn't help seeing Lily's shadow on his face.

Not only did Harry have the same eyes as Lily, but he also inherited her talent for potions.

Snape stared into those eyes for a long while, and Harry kept looking at him with an expression of great anticipation.

"...Two points for Gryffindor, Mr. Potter's preview is very good." Snape looked away and said.

"You said Snape hated you, I think he likes you so much!" Hermione said angrily, walking beside Harry.

"I really don't know, he was always staring at me yesterday, and today before class." Harry also felt at a loss, why did the professor's attitude suddenly change?

It is said that Snape has always been harsh on Gryffindor students, but he not only gave Harry extra points-this was the first time Snape gave Gryffindor extra points-he also gave Harry an E for his homework. , second only to O's good grades.

Either way, it's a good thing.

"Harry, don't get used to it. Professor Snape is not a philanthropist. I suggest that you preview well before taking his class." Al quickly followed Harry and said to him jokingly.

"Al!" Harry turned his head in surprise, immediately left his two Gryffindor friends behind, and stuck to Al's side, "How did you know he was going to ask me these questions? I haven't thanked you yet!"

"The professor has a good relationship with my father. Before we went to school, he taught us some knowledge about potions." Al answered vaguely.

Draco was walking on the right side of Al, and he frowned: "Why don't I remember that he asked us this?"

"That must be because you didn't listen well." Al said lightly.

"Harry, we're still going to find Hagrid." Ron looked at Harry with a displeased face, hanging out with Slytherin again for his friend.Hermione had already left, perhaps to recite her Potions textbook.

"Oh! Come right away." Thinking of this, Harry innocently extended an invitation to the Malfoys, "Hagrid invited me to his cabin, do you want to come together?"

"Hagrid? That—" Draco just opened his mouth, and the taste of sarcasm came to his face, Al gave him an elbow calmly, Draco immediately covered his ribs, and closed his mouth.

"No, he doesn't like Malfoys very much." Al said objectively, "You go, remember to meet Professor Snape in the future, if he wants to embarrass you, just open your eyes wide and squeeze out some tears. .”

Harry looked at him ignorantly.

"You don't need to know why, just do it! Go buddy." Al patted Harry on the shoulder hard.

So Harry nodded equally vigorously: "I listen to Al!"

Draco gritted his teeth and watched Potter and Weasley disappear out of sight: "Al, you hit me several times for him! This shit!"

The classic pod, here we come.

Al recalled Draco's perfect plosive: "Who made you never learn to be polite, Draco."

"Why should I be polite to a troll??"

Facing Al's reproachful gaze, Draco scratched his hair irritably: "Okay, okay, I see."

"So cute." Al couldn't help but patted Draco's little head with a smile.

Unsurprisingly, it was thrown away.

Al's arm was thrown to the side, and at this moment, something suddenly exploded in front of Al's eyes and covered his face - there was no pain, no injury, but after the smoke dissipated, Al collapsed and found the bare skin on his body , all stained a disgusting purple-red.

I don't want to admit it, but I'm afraid he looks like a slug now.

"Draco!" Al's voice was frantic, "My hair! What color is it now?"

Draco also looked dumbfounded: "...purple."

"Weasley!!!"

With your ass, you know whose prank it could be!

The hallway was full of young wizards, and now there was a merciless burst of laughter at Al, and Vincent and Gregory laughed and drove the young wizards away, but it was no use.

Two identical Weasleys shoved out from behind the two suits of armor, one trying to hold back a laugh, the other embarrassed and looking a little guilty.

"I'm really sorry, Malfoy, I didn't know it was you—"

Two blond first-years walking together, who else but the Malfoy twins!

Al didn't believe such nonsense.He turned to the embarrassed one and asked, "What the hell is this, George Weasley?"

George was obviously surprised that Al could recognize it: "Oh, it's a kind of dyed fireworks, as you can see, the skin and hair change color when hit, we just randomly threw one in the hallway—"

Al interrupted him: "Speaking of the main point, how to make the color disappear?"

George looked even more embarrassed. "We're still working on—"

Al resisted the idea of ​​taking out his wand and cursing them, mainly because he didn't know many spells yet.

"Take me to Madam Pomfrey."

"In two or three days the color will go away by itself—"

"Do you want me to be dyed this color for two or three days!" Al screamed, grabbed George's robe that was sloppy on his body, and wrapped it around himself.

George's robe was much larger than Al's, and the robe was dragged directly to the ground, completely covering Al's dyed clothes and skin, and the hood was also covered by him, blocking the ridiculous hair.

George: "..."

Draco: "Evil... it's all about Weasley."

"Shut up, Draco." Al wrapped himself in a cloak, walked out a few steps, and then suddenly turned around: "I don't know how to get to the medical wing, Draco, do you know?"

They're both freshmen, Draco shook his head honestly.

Al raised his chin viciously at George: "You, take me there."

I have to say that this is the time when Al looks like Malfoy the most in the past 11 years.

Not to mention George, even Vincent and Gregor were stunned.The Al in their impression has always been gentle, it's the first time they've seen him as irritable as he is now.

"Al pays the most attention to image." Draco shrugged.

Ares, pay attention to the image, the purple little Slytherin prince Malfoy, rushed towards the medical wing aggressively, followed by Draco who didn't know whether to be angry or to gloat, who was in a complicated mood, and a dejected man who pointed the way. Third grade Weasley.They were watched all the way, and Al was relieved when they rushed into the door of the medical room, and took off George's robe.

Madam Pomfrey was taken aback by his color: "What's going on, kid?"

"Stained by a prank firework." Al pouted, "You can ask this... Weasley for details."

Stupid, thoughtless, impolite, revengeful Weasley!