[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

Al blinked in confusion.

During Harry's training, the two Slytherins went to peek at the Gryffindor team's training.

If you are discovered, won't you be beaten to death?

"Draco, I know you also want to join the Quidditch team, but you can wait until the second year. You don't have to wait in such a hurry. You didn't come here because you wanted to see Harry fly, did you?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Draco blushed and turned to glare at Al, "I just want to see how they train so that our academy can have a better chance of winning."

"But you won't tell the Slytherin team." Al was determined.

Draco: ""

A few minutes later, the two children ran back to Hogwarts in disgrace. Unfortunately, they were discovered because Draco was worried that Harry had been hit by a Bludger.

"If that fanatical captain of Gryffindor finds us, he will definitely hit our heads with Bludgers. Fortunately, we can run fast." On the way back to the castle, Al complained to Draco, "I want to watch Harry play." , there will be their game in a few days, you don’t have to be in such a hurry.”

Draco no longer spoke harshly and looked a little tired: "He flies really well. I don't think Slytherin has much chance of winning."

Al looked at Draco in surprise, asking him to admit that Slytherin was not good was not that easy.

"I'm glad you're objective. I think Harry has some talent as a batsman. Draco, I have to remind you, even if you think Harry plays very well, when the time comes in the Slytherin stands, You can’t cheer for him either.”

Draco raised his voice: "I won't cheer him."

"Who should I cheer for?"

The familiar voice startled both of them, and when they looked closely, they saw that it was the Weasley twins standing at the end of the corridor, one on the left and one on the right like two door gods, looking at them with interest.

It was George who asked. In fact, they heard most of the conversation between the Malfoys and guessed that they were secretly watching Gryffindor train the Weasley twins, who were Gryffindor's beaters. Logically speaking, he should do this to Slytherin. The cheating behavior made him very angry, but instead of being unhappy, he found it very interesting.

Would Al want to be on the team? What position would he be? Seeker, batter, chaser, not goalkeeper. Al was too skinny. George wondered if he would get hurt if he knocked a Bludger away with his bat. The reaction force causes it to fly farther.

"Cheers to the great Salazar Slytherin." Draco said angrily, turning around and running towards the Slytherin cellar. Al didn't have time to follow, mainly because he didn't feel that he needed to run away like Voldemort after seeing the Weasley twins.

"What's wrong with him?" George asked teasingly.

"Don't mind him, he's just shy," Al said.

George and Fred walked towards Al and put their arms around his shoulders very familiarly.

"What's the matter, little one?"

"Want to make the Quidditch team"

"Batter"

"Chaser"

"goalkeeper"

"Still a Seeker"

The twins shouted "Seeker" at the same time, giggled together, and winked at each other.

I don't know what they are having fun with, but they look like idiots. Al restrained himself from rolling his eyes: "I am an average flyer, so I may not be able to enter the team's assessment. You are Gryffindor's batters. Yeah"

"Yes."

"We played well."

Al shrugged: "Oh, then I hope you win the game."

The twins looked at each other.

"Please, you are a Slytherin, why do you want Gryffindor to win the game?"

"Could it be you"

"Don't get me wrong," Al didn't know what the twins wanted to say, so he quickly interrupted them, "I just want Harry to win."

Al liked Gryffindor Harry very much. This was no secret at Hogwarts. After all, over the years, there were only a handful of Slytherins who had a favorable impression of Gryffindor.

In November, it's time for the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"Has anyone seen Al?"

On the way to the Quidditch pitch, Draco looked around suspiciously.

Al was behind him just now, but disappeared in the blink of an eye; this kid was elusive every day, and Draco often couldn't see him.

Harry couldn't hear him at all, he was so nervous that he was almost as nervous as his arms and legs. The comfort from his companions had no real effect. Harry's body stiffened and he joined the Gryffindor team members and walked to the preparation area.

"Has anyone seen George? Fred?" Wood checked the status of his players, only to find that one of the Weasley twins who never failed at critical moments was missing.

Why? There are only twenty minutes left before the game.

"He just went to the bathroom and would be right back," Fred said.

Wood frowned in displeasure, Frey

De raised an eyebrow at him: "You don't want him to pee his pants in the air?"

Harry chuckled, feeling more relaxed.

At this moment, the younger brother of the two twins was lying obscenely on a rafter somewhere in Hogwarts. The two people's tomato-scrambled egg-like hair was tightly wrapped, and their faces were half covered by scarves, for fear of exposing their identities.

"Al, are you sure he is here now? What if he has already gone to the stadium?" George was a little uneasy. He was afraid that Wood would tear him alive if he was late.

"He didn't come out after he went in today." Al confirmed.

George looked at him twice, wondering how he knew.

Could it be that Al has been lying here all day?

Not long after, just before George tried to propose that he go to the game first, the door of the office diagonally in front of the rafters opened.

Quirrell walked out of it, looking hurried. He was still wearing the huge scarf, and the whole back of his head was tightly covered; Voldemort was right there. Al stared at him closely, the tip of his wand quietly reaching out.

He gave George a wink, and George gently took out a cylindrical, palm-sized object from his robe, which was emerald green in color. Even though it was Al who paid attention to it, he still showed a look of disgust.

George shrugged, raised his arm, and threw the thing in his hand, and exploded next to Quirrell with a bang.

Al and George retracted their heads in unison and lay motionless on the rafters.

Al had already tried it. From the direction of Quirrell, he couldn't see anything on the beam. A moment later, Quirrell's scolding came from below, and a burst of rapid footsteps came from near and far, until it was quiet for a while, Arcai poked his head out, but there was no one down there.

Poor Quirrell was dyed forgiveness green by George.

If he dared to go to the teacher's stand to trouble Harry in this state, it would be too conspicuous and arouse suspicion. Calculating that it would take at least an hour for Quirrell to find Madam Pomfrey or find a way to clean it up himself, Al nodded with satisfaction.

"Al, he didn't stutter at all when he cursed just now." George took the broom from the beam and stepped on it. Al's heart tightened, but George just sat astride the broom in the air so calmly. He was floating steadily in the air and motionless, but Al looked a little scared. "Why do you think the trouble with him is related to this? His usual appearance is just pretending."

George is too smart.

Al looked at George, then at the broom, and swallowed: "Well, carry me up."

George was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that not everyone can walk smoothly on a broom. He held back his laughter and lifted Al onto the broom. Al breathed a sigh of relief as soon as his butt touched the broom. He still preferred to take off on flat ground rather than in mid-air.

"I'll tell you later." Al said as he put his arm around George's waist.

Halfway through the game, all the little wizards were immersed in excitement, and no Gryffindor noticed that a Slytherin had sneaked into their midst.

Al covered himself tightly and stood behind Hermione. Without Quirrell causing trouble, Harry's condition was surprisingly good, and it didn't take long before he caught the Golden Snitch.

"Yeah Harry Potter" Al and the little lions celebrated their victory together mainly to celebrate Harry's victory. People kept hugging him. The little lions were so overwhelmed with joy that they didn't even realize that there was a Slytherin among them. When the Gryffindor team came here, the atmosphere of celebration became even more intense. At the highest point, the little lions gathered Harry in the middle and threw him high, and the other players seemed to be eclipsed.

Al's eyes followed Harry until someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Hey, little Al, you went to the wrong college."

It's George. The batsman who had just come off the court was still sweating profusely, and he teased with a smile: "I'm not wrong, your college lost, but you sneaked into Gryffindor to celebrate with us."

Al gave him a fake smile: "Of course I'm here to celebrate you, you played great."

In fact, Al didn't notice any of the Weasley twins' movements for half the game.

It's a bit unkind to say that just now George risked being discovered by Voldemort and joined him to cause trouble for Quirrell.

George looked flattered and pretended to give Al a gentleman's salute: "Then I'm really happy, dear Master Malfoy."

Al couldn't help laughing.

After the game, Harry invited the Malfoy twins and trio to Hagrid's cabin. Draco had always looked down upon Hagrid, but now he didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually accepted Harry's invitation.

He was still angry and abandoned himself to Al and ran to Gryffindor: "Al, this is too much. How can you go to Gryffindor? They are all our enemies." It was as if Harry was not a Gryffindor. Much like that.

Al made a face at Draco and ran over to Harry.

"Harry, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

The other three little wizards immediately cast curious glances. Harry's cheeks were slightly red and his eyes wandered from side to side: "Isn't this bad? They are all watching."

"You have to fulfill your promise even though we are watching." Al said firmly.

"Okay." Harry closed his eyes, and as if he had made up his mind, he moved closer to Al and kissed him gently on the cheek.