[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

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"I don't." Ron retorted, "Even if I guessed it right, you won't admit it."

The twins chuckled.

"Hey, what are you talking about, everyone?"

Hearing Al's voice, Harry and George looked over in surprise. Fred bumped George's shoulder teasingly, and Ron wrinkled his nose, as if he saw some dust. Hermione was not familiar with Harry and Ron at the moment, and naturally she was not familiar with Al, who came over with a pile of boxes, and just ate his own.

Hermione has something on her mind. The sensitive and smart little witch is keenly aware that the first-year girls in Gryffindor don't like her, and the boys also stay away from her. She has no friends and does everything by herself. Unless she is in a group in class, she will have her own companion.

Hermione was still young and didn't know why. She just knew that she was not very lovable, so she felt a little depressed.

Unexpectedly, as she was eating, a pink box was suddenly placed in front of her. Hermione's head jerked up, her wild curls bouncing.

Al looked at her with a smile. Seeing Hermione's silence, he pointed at the box: "This is for you, candy from Honeydukes Candy Shop."

Hermione pointed to herself hesitantly: "I"

"Hermione Granger, that's right," Al repeated.

"Oh, thank you, I" Hermione didn't ask why she gave her the gift, it was a bit rude, so she just looked into this Slytherin's eyes very sincerely. By the way, his eyes were really beautiful, "Thank you very much." "

"You're welcome, it's just a box of candy." Al nodded towards her.

While Hermione was opening the box, Ron asked in a low voice: "Why did you give her a gift?"

"You have one too." Al glanced at the red box given to Ron in confusion.

As the saying goes, you can only criticize others for their shortcomings. After accepting Al's gift, Ron didn't want to be too harsh to Al, so he had to lower his voice and said: "That know-it-all is a psycho. You are her friend."

"Ron" Harry felt that it was not good for Ron to talk about a girl like this, but Hermione was really annoying sometimes, so he could only shrug at Al.

"Come on Ron, you're just jealous that she's smarter than you and knows everything." Al patted Ron's head affectionately.

"Hey." Ron's face suddenly turned as red as his hair. Before he could say anything, Al opened fire like a barrage: "Hermione is very smart. She likes to read and study. She has won Gryffindor awards." She got so many marks, why don't you like her? If Hermione were in our college, I would be thankful to God and drag her to do homework together every day."

After saying that, Al made a face at Ron and ran back to the Slytherin table.

Al was already familiar with Gryffindor. Ron didn't want to go to the Slytherin table, so he could only glare at Al. He didn't lower his voice when he said those words. All the little wizards around him looked at Al in surprise, and then at Hermione. Hermione silently put up the box to cover her face.

Her ears hidden in her hair had turned red.

"I think he might like Hermione." Fred said with a serious face.

George punched him on the shoulder mercilessly: "He is only eleven years old, and even we haven't been attracted to any girl yet."

"This means that my dear brother, who has never been attracted to a girl, is now attracted to an eleven-year-old boy."

George smiled dryly at him: "Fred, that's not funny."

Swear to Merlin, he just thought the kid was funny.

"Today we're going to learn about mandrake."

After Professor Sprout's long talk about mandrakes, and Hermione's know-it-all hand-raising that won Gryffindor five points, the children rushed to grab the mandrake earmuffs. , no one wants to be assigned a pink one.

Al wears light blue earmuffs, which match his hair and eyes. If you ignore the dirt on his body, he looks like a beautiful doll.

Draco stared at Al for a while, then turned to the Slytherin snakes and mouthed: "You're so cute, my brother."

When he turned around, he heard Al saying to Harry affectionately: "Harry, you look so cute with these earmuffs."

Draco rolled his eyes and put on his earmuffs tightly.

Draco struggled with the mandrake in his basin. This thing was very difficult. Draco had to use all his strength and his face turned red.

With a "crash", Draco pulled out the ugly humanoid plant by grabbing its leaves. The ugly doll had a big mouth. Although Draco couldn't hear it, he could imagine that it must have used all its strength to suck the milk. Weeping loudly.

But even though this thing is ugly, it's not much more ugly. Draco thought maliciously, wondering which tendon was wrong, and put a finger into the doll's grown mouth.

There was a sharp pain, and Draco grinned in pain. He didn't expect that this toothless thing would bite someone so painfully.

Draco pulled his fingers hard but couldn't pull them out. Draco suddenly panicked. He would die just by hearing the cry of this thing. Will he die faster if he is bitten?

At this moment, Harry suddenly pushed Al aside and came closer to Draco. He reached out to Mandrake's chin with a serious face, if that thing could really be called a chin. Then Draco looked at his right hand. With a squeeze, Mandrake's mouth immediately relaxed.

Draco quickly pulled his finger away, holding it and looking at Harry in shock.

Harry's own mandrakes have been transplanted into new pots, and he and Al are currently working together to transplant Draco's mandrakes into new pots. After all the little wizards finished their work, Professor Sprout finally gave two thumbs up, indicating that everyone could take off their earmuffs.

Draco only looked at his bitten finger in horror. Suddenly, the soft skin felt across his cheek, and Harry helped him take off his earmuffs.

Draco was shocked by his actions and his eyes widened.

"Uh-huh." Harry was heartbroken by his direct gaze and pointed at his finger: "Ask the professor."

Only then did Draco react and rushed to the professor: "Professor, if I get bitten by it, will I die?"

Sprout looked at him dumbfounded: "You won't die, Mr. Malfoy. Mandrake is only deadly when it cries. Look, there are no marks on your fingers, just some pain. Gryffindor added Five points, for Mr. Potter’s decisiveness and help to other students.”

Draco was simply Harry's helper, always helping him join the Quidditch team for extra points. Al rolled his eyes.

"Harry, how do you know this will make the Mandrake loose its mouth?" Al asked curiously.

"I'm just trying. Before I came to Hogwarts, I lived at my aunt's house. When she was not free, she would let me go to Mrs. Figg's house next door. She had a lot of cats. I didn't like them very much. Sorry, but Al Your kiki is so cute. When they bite me, I use this method to get them to let go, and it works great."

Al frowned slightly.

Harry's family in the Muggle world was completely unsatisfactory, in fact, downright awful.

If he could really live with Sirius in Grimmauld Place, Al believed that Harry would be very happy.

Having learned his lesson, Draco finally stopped making trouble in this class. When get out of class was over and everyone started to pack their things and go back to the dormitory, he lingered until the end and called out to Harry, who was also moving slowly.

"Hey, Harry."

Even though he had read this description in a book, Al still exclaimed "wow" when he was actually there. George looked back at him, as if he was a little proud.

Al immediately grimaced and urged George to go in quickly.

George opened the way in front of the secret passage. Al held Kiki in one hand and could only crawl forward with one hand. George climbed very quickly, but Al had to keep his body balanced so as not to upset Kiki too much.

After crawling in silence for a while, George suddenly asked: "Al, has anyone ever said that you have an accent? I don't know where it is, but it sounds like"

"Shut up." Al interrupted him mercilessly.

What's wrong with having a Chinese accent? Try being tortured by the English teacher who has been obsessed with the accent for nine years.

Our chinglish is also very good, okay?

George, who was about to say "Your accent is cute", closed his mouth.

After climbing for a while, Al began to pant: he was too young, usually too lazy to exercise, and his physical fitness was very poor. Soon, the entire secret passage was filled with Al's exhausted breathing.

"Hey, Al." George stopped suddenly again, and Al almost hit the sole of his shoe.

"Why did you stop suddenly?" Al was a little angry, but thinking that George still needed to take him to Hogsmeade, he still took a deep breath, "Next time you stop.

Please tell me first. "

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," George said a lot of apologies in succession. He felt that he might have said all the apologies that he had not been able to say in the past thirteen years to this Malfoy. "I just want to ask you, do you want me to Hold it your cat I have pockets in my robe so you can crawl with two hands and it will be easier.”

"No, thank you, you can just crawl slower." Al flatly refused. He didn't remember how long this secret passage was. In the original book, Harry seemed to have climbed for a long time, and still used only one He would no doubt suffer a lot from his hand, but who knew what the twins might have in their pockets and hurt his cat?

George asked for trouble, shrugged and continued to crawl forward.

Fortunately, after continuing to crawl for a while, George lit up his wand, and through the light Al was able to see this wet and cold secret passage: the section of road they crawled through was very narrow, almost like a sewer, but now they The standing area is spacious enough for two people to walk side by side.

"Strange." Al heard George's strange murmur, "When did there be a fork in the road here and how come we never found it before?"

"Forked Road" Al looked in the direction pointed by George's wand and saw two identical forked roads in front of him, but one went left and the other went right.

Even though he was a die-hard fan of the original work, Al couldn't remember what a secret passage that appeared in less than a hundred words in the third part looked like, or whether it had a branch road. He kicked the wall irritably: "Which path leads to it?" To Hogsmeade"

"I don't know, maybe we can only give it a try. Let's go to the left first." George was actually a little uneasy. Suddenly there was a fork in the secret passage. No one knew where it led, but if he wanted to turn around and go back now, Al would definitely Wouldn't agree.

"Walk behind me. Can you please take out your wand? Will the fluorescent light flash? If I let you run, don't hesitate. Run back to the original fork immediately. Don't go back to Hogwarts. Climb back too slowly. You may hide. Don’t drive dangerously and run directly to Hogsmeade via another branch, got it?”

Al nodded, a little puzzled that George was facing such an enemy.

Voldemort is still lying on the back of Quirrell's head. The Death Eaters have been silent for some years. The most dangerous thing in Hogwarts now may be the three-headed hell dog Luwei on the third floor. He doesn't understand what George is nervous about. .

But it's always right to be cautious, and because of this, Al feels that George is at least better than Ron, a reckless little guy. He didn't know many spells, but "luminescent flash" was very simple, and Al still knew this spell. After lighting his own wand, George's wand is freed and can cast spells when in danger.

The two people moved forward carefully on the fork in the road. Al was enveloped by George's tall back and felt very safe.

As I walked, a little light appeared in front of me. At the same time, Al smelled a stink in his nose, it was like excrement, evil.

"Our destination won't be the public toilets in Hogsmeade, right?" Al's hands were occupied and he couldn't pinch his nose, so he had to hold his breath as best he could.

I don’t know what kind of spell George cast in front of him, and the surrounding air quickly became miraculously fresher. Al took a deep breath as if he was granted a pardon, and heard George’s helpless voice: “I don’t know, there was no such smell before. Maybe we should go out and have a look.”

It would be too bad if Hogwarts really changed the focus of the secret passages to the toilets in Hogsmeade.

However, after actually getting out, George realized that he would rather they got out from the toilet.

Because now, they're in a pigsty

Merlin, pigsty

George would never dream of having anything to do with these lazy, smelly creatures.

But now he's lying next to a pig

The sky was gloomy, and the cold rain slapped randomly on George's face. For a moment, he couldn't stand the fact that he had turned into a smelly pile of pig dung, until Al looked like he wanted to throw him out of the Hogwarts tower. The expression poked him with the tip of the wand, and he found himself again.

"Don't be in a daze, please clean it up with one, Weasley."

George climbed up slowly, his robes still dripping with a mixture of mud and water. Merlin blessed them with mud. Al was doing better, with only some dirt under his robe. Thanks to George, after hearing his screams when he fell, Al climbed out with extra caution.

So he didn't fall completely into the pig pen, luckily.

"I can't, Al," George said apologetically, "I'm underage, this is not Hogwarts, and I will be warned if I use spells."

Al then remembered that this guy who was already a head taller than him was only thirteen years old. Having no choice but to endure the stench, Al put the extinguished wand back into his pocket to avoid accidentally casting any spells.

"This is not Hogsmeade, right?" Al looked around. The architectural style here was completely different from that of the wizarding world, and it looked inexplicably familiar.

George was about to say something when suddenly a voice came from the other side of the pigsty. The two of them instinctively hid in the corner together, and then heard a cursing female voice outside, with an American accent. After Al heard it, it seemed that he was talking about burnt bread.

Soon, a half-baked bread was roughly thrown into the pig pen, attracting the pigs to eat. The bread was so battered that half of it was pitch black, almost like carbon.

Al quietly poked half of his head out, squinted his eyes, and wiped the rain off his face. At a glance, he saw a little girl leaning under a tree, with a sallow face and a skinny face.

This girl looked very familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, Al suddenly realized.

Merlin, this is Katniss

How could it be her

This is surprising.

"How did you get Harry to forgive you?" Al leaned closer to Draco and asked softly.

"I gave him a box of pastries from my mother." Draco frowned.

"Wow," Alda was interested, "How did Harry react?"

Draco was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and he actually recalled it seriously.

"Bohari"

Damn it, Harry and Weasley were always inseparable.

After finally calling Harry in the corridor, Draco was filled with resentment towards the ghost of Weasley.

Harry turned to look at him, obviously still upset, his little head raised high: "What are you doing?"

"Here you go." Draco awkwardly handed over the box in his hand.

"What is this?" Harry took it in confusion. The box looked valuable, with a delicate satin tie tied with a bow on the box.

When he looked up again, the Draco who was standing in front of him had disappeared. A piece of clothes floated around the corner, and it looked like Draco's.

"Malfoys are all crazy," Ron said angrily.

"What happened?" Harry held the pastry box in his hand at a loss, very confused.

"He gave this thing to you and ran away while you were watching. He ran so fast. Those who didn't know it thought Bloody Baron was chasing him."

"Please Ron, Draco won't be afraid of Bloody Barrow. He is from Slytherin House." Harry laughed unconsciously and opened the pastry box. The first thing that caught his eye was a card. Written in black ink: "Sorry."

So during Potions class today, Harry finally gave Draco a smile and told him, "Your mother's pastries are delicious, thank you."

Draco nodded coldly, the tips of his ears actually turning slightly red.

Al was silent for a few seconds after listening to Draco's memories.

Looking at Draco's blushing look, could it be that Draco is real and started at such a young age?

Feeling that his outlook on life was a bit broken, Al started to make his own magic potion, hypnotizing himself while doing it: You can't have real feelings, you can't have real feelings, cp means that the yy in your head can't be taken seriously.

Snape walked around the Slytherin half and didn't criticize anyone except Vincent and Gregory. He even praised Draco. He really couldn't praise Al without conscience, because Al I was so distracted that the potion that was supposed to be light green turned into a disgusting moldy green.

The Gryffindor half suffered. Snape lost his temper over any mistakes he caught, deducting several points from them. Even Hermione was accused of "splashing too much when putting in the potions ingredients."

Gryffindor dared not speak in anger, but Snape walked up to Harry and looked down at the contents of his cauldron.

The light green liquid is bubbly, a very standard cough medicine.

Compared with the crazily boiling liquid in Ron's crucible next to it, it was like heaven and earth.

He couldn't blame Harry for not helping him, it was just that he was concentrating on making the potion. Encouraged by winning points for Gryffindor in the Potions class last time, Harry was full of confidence in the Potions class. Not only did he preview before class, but he also paid full attention to every word of Snape's lectures during class.