[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

As the start of school approached, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy didn't know what was wrong with their minds, so they began to come to Malfoy Manor more and more frequently to play with the twins. Al had little interest in children's games. He would rather read a book or ride a broom in his room, especially not facing Pansy's chattering.

Draco was very helpful to the children.

Unlike in the original work, Pansy was originally a fan of Draco, but now she seems to be more interested in Al.

Compared to Draco, Al looks more approachable, which is a fact recognized by everyone. Draco's gray eyes made him look a little unapproachable, and his chin was too pointed and his face was too small, without the softer features and contours of his blue-eyed brother.

Draco didn't care about any of this. Instead, he enjoyed hearing compliments about Al's looks.

This time, in order to prevent Pansy from picking him out from every corner of the room, Al simply flew to the magic ivy planted in the yard on his broom and sat down on the tallest vine. This plant can grow to more than twenty meters tall, with thick and strong vines. Pansy didn't dare to ride a broom yet, so she could only stand on the ground and look at Al's leather soles in anger.

"Draco why don't you call your brother down?" she asked, stamping her foot.

"He can go wherever he wants, how can I control it." Draco put his little hand on his eyebrows and looked up at his brother, looking a little silly. If Pansy hadn't been scolded by her mother if they left her here alone, he would have followed them up.

Gregory Goyle stood next to Draco and said even more stupidly: "Alco is so awesome, I don't dare to fly so high on a broomstick."

Draco raised his chin at Gregory haughtily.

"Of course, that's my brother."

Vincent Crabbe didn't care about this. He stuffed his mouth with the twenty-fourth cookie in half an hour after arriving at Malfoy Manor.

"Hey Vincent, don't eat it." Draco grabbed the plate from his hand. It was baked by Narcissa herself, "Al hasn't tasted any of it yet."

At first Draco would only call the two of them "Crabbe and Goyle" arrogantly. Their fathers were Lucius's subordinates, so Draco thought they were just servants.

Al also corrected him for a long time, saying that two young wizards of the same age should not just call them by their last names. After all, they are considered close, right?

Draco just felt that Al was really annoying and took too much care, and he wished he could be more nagging than his mother.

Fortunately, Draco was quite obedient.

Al stayed firmly on the ivy until the backs of the three children disappeared outside the gate of Malfoy Manor. Pansy couldn't see Al's face until he left, he was crying.

After her voice was completely out of hearing, Al quickly climbed down from the ivy and took away the cookie that Draco had rescued from Vincent: "Brother is so kind, don't tell father that I climbed a tree today."

"I'm going to tell you right away" Draco threatened.

Al didn't take Draco's threats seriously at all.

After all, ever since Draco was sensible, he has been teaching Draco openly and covertly, snitching behind his back, putting on others' shoes, and shooting cold arrows. These are all things that a shameless person would do.

He really taught Draco well, at least he never told Narcissa and Lucius about Dobby, the elf who often made mistakes and always looked for Al to protect him.

And Draco couldn't possibly not know. He said more than once, "Sooner or later I have to chop that idiot into pieces and feed it to the goblins, then he will at least have some charity value."

Chopping up Dobby and feeding it to the goblins wouldn't be charity, please.

Al ran to the library briskly. He had finished reading the wizard's beginner's guide to pranks in his hand, and now he couldn't wait to find the intermediate or advanced level to read.

As for why there is such a thing in the Malfoy family's library, it is really unknown. Maybe some ancestor loves strange things.

Al skillfully spoke the password to the library. Everyone in the family has a different password to enter the library, which means that the books they can take have different permissions. The Malfoy family has a lot of dark magic stuff, accounting for half of all the books, but even though Lucius is a complete and utter Death Eaters, he didn't want his sons to be exposed to dark magic at such a young age and accidentally lose their lives.

Al was so eager that he didn't notice anything was wrong in the library today. When he realized something was wrong belatedly, the book in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Al turned around sharply.

Lucius.

Oops.

If Lucius found him reading the Wizard's Beginner's Guide to Pranks, he might as well just expel himself from his ancestral home and join him at the bottom of the troll family.

"Alris."

Al lowered his head and swallowed.

Will he hit me with a scepter? Will he use family magic?

"Why is my son, Alriss Malfoy, interested in playing pranks?"

"I" Al opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say anything.

Because I just saw a litter of Weasleys in Diagon Alley a few days ago, and I happened to know that there was a pair of twins among them who were very good at pranks, and I also had a friendly exchange with one of them, so now I wonder where they got their pranks from

Don't worry, Lucius will take Al directly to the Weasley house and announce that they have a blond son.

Unable to think of any reason, Al could only hang his head in despair: "I'm sorry, father."

Lucius snorted slightly.

"You are not allowed to read such boring books in the future. If you have this time, why not go ahead and study for potions? I have already told Severus to keep an eye on you and Draco."

Al showed a bitter face.

Professor Severus Snape, too harsh. Even when facing Draco and Al, he rarely smiled, as if these were not the sons of his old friends but two little chinweeds.

Come to think of it, it seemed like Al had never seen Severus smile.

"I understand, father. I'm going to read the potion book right away."

Lucius nodded.

"Meet Harry Potter in Diagon Alley" he asked.

Al hesitated a little, but still said softly "Yeah".

Lucius wanted him and Draco to get close to Harry because he knew that Harry was of great significance to the wizarding world. If Voldemort was completely defeated in the future, being friends with Harry would make their family prosperous. And if Voldemort comes back, as Harry's friends, they will have more opportunities to kidnap Harry and give him to the Dark Lord as a gift.

No matter what, they are using Harry as a pawn.

"I hope that little boy won't be as stupid as his parents. Al, don't make an enemy of him. That old madman Dumbledore will definitely be paying close attention to him. If possible, it would be best to get him into Slytherin."

Al secretly clenched his fists, feeling a little unhappy.

He liked the Savior and respected Dumbledore. Lucius was in the wrong team and ended up being buried with his whole family.

What's more, Al worried that Harry would be torn into pieces by the children of Death Eaters or become the next Dark Lord if he actually entered Slytherin Academy from an early age.

Poor Harry, he is so young, how can he resist the dark magic?

Even though there was a lot of drama in his heart, Al still nodded, with a mature and steady look: "I will, father."

Lucius looked at Al's leaving figure with relief. He was extremely satisfied with this little son. This child is smart and precocious, much more mature than Draco. If it weren't for the tradition of the Malfoy family, this Malfoy Manor and his position would definitely be inherited by Al in the future.

He just wanted to find a prank book to read, but was caught by his father. Al went back to his bedroom with lingering fear, and Ma Liu took out the potions textbook that he had never touched after buying it.

He couldn't imagine how Hermione could calm down in the last few days of vacation and read all the textbooks and almost memorized them. He relied on his vague memory to find some questions that Severus asked Harry when school started. The difference between a bezoar, a boat head and a poison head was difficult to understand and remember.

Maybe he could at least give Harry a heads up so he wouldn't make such a big deal out of him in his first lesson.

Al remembered clearly that Harry was taking notes at that time. He tried to write down Severus' lecture-like speech but was criticized by the professor for not paying attention to the lecture, and asked three tricky questions to embarrass him.

Al was convinced that the Savior's enthusiasm for learning potions was completely extinguished at that time.

Maybe he could try to regain Harry's interest in potions

Even when the professor is his father's love rival.

Al found the task a bit difficult.

While he was going over Severus's three questions, Draco entered the room.

"Al, Merlin, are you crazy?" Draco said exaggeratedly, as if he saw Al wearing a skirt, "Why does potions learning start at this time?"

"I suggest you read it too. This is my father's wish." Al didn't look back, and the book in his hand rustled.

"What?" Draco's eyebrows were almost raised to his hairline, which was rare. When Draco turned twenty, his hairline would not be easily touchable.

"Father has let Severus torture us for several years, and he won't let us go even in the last few days of vacation?"

Al felt sympathetic toward Draco, and toward himself.

"As long as father and Severus are alive, no, no."