[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

It was already the next morning when Al woke up for the first time.

He had a long dream, which Al often had when he was undergoing chemotherapy after being hospitalized for bone cancer in his previous life.

It was as if he was locked in a coffin buried deep in the ground. There was no light or sound. No matter whether he opened or closed his eyes, there was darkness. No matter how hard he struggled, there was no result. Only the maggot-like pain in the tarsal bones and the sense of suffocation followed him. Can anyone help me please?

"Al Al"

Al took a sharp breath, his chest rose and fell violently for a moment, and he opened his eyes.

George, who came to his bedside, was startled, and then touched Al's forehead worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Al's forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were wide open, and he looked directly at George, as if he couldn't recognize who he was; his blue pupils trembled slightly, shining with fear.

"Hey Al, it's me, George. We're at Hogwarts. We're safe. Don't be afraid." George subconsciously stroked Al's hair and tidied up the messy golden hair. Al's intense breathing followed his movements. He slowly calmed down, closed his eyes again, and his breathing gradually became even.

George kept staring at him. Seeing that Al's expression relaxed a lot, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

George was awakened by Al's breathing. At that time, Al looked very distressed, breathing desperately as if he couldn't breathe: but in fact, Al in the dream was indeed suffocated. If If George hadn't woken him up, he didn't know how long this uncomfortable state would last.

George watched him for a while, until the door of the hospital wing was gently pushed open, and Madam Pomfrey came in carrying a plate of food.

Seeing that George was awake, Madam Pomfrey put the food on George's bedside. After checking that George was okay, she checked the two brothers separately. Finally, she relaxed her frown and said, "Your friend is outside, but You all need to rest and wait until the afternoon before you can let them come and see you for ten minutes.”

George nodded in agreement. Al was still asleep, and he didn't want those noisy brats to come in and wake him up.

This time he fell asleep, and Al didn't wake up again until nine o'clock. As soon as he heard the clinical noise, George rolled out of bed and looked at Al.

As soon as Al opened his eyes, he saw George's big face that was very close to him and the hair that occupied all the edges of his sight, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"You wake up and have something to eat." The red thing showed a big smile.

Al was indeed very hungry. He was still a little unable to react, so he looked around and saw Draco lying on the bed to his right.

This is the medical wing. He finally recognized it.

"What's wrong with him?" Al suddenly rolled over from the bed and was so exhausted that he knelt on the ground as soon as his butt left the mattress. George rushed over to pick Al up and comforted him: "It's okay. Don't be nervous. He's fine. He's just a little tired. Your injury is more serious. Don't move around."

Al looked at George suspiciously, belated memories slowly flooding into his mind, and he finally remembered what happened.

They mistakenly entered the maze in the world of Maze Mobile and encountered the Griever. In order to escape, he used corrosconfringo, a dark magic that he had read in the library of Malfoy Manor.

The note next to this piece of black magic is: You may pay the price with your life if you use it. This spell amplified the magic power in Al's body several times, but it also completely drained them; the consequences of a wizard's magic power being drained from his body would be to become a squib or die, but Al had no choice but to use this spell in a desperate move , they might still have a chance to survive. Otherwise, the only outcome would be for both of them to die there.

But what happened to Draco?

George was not sure whether to tell Al about Draco giving him half of the magic power in his body. Al would definitely blame himself for this, but not telling him would seem to be hiding it from him, which was even worse. .

George's hesitant expression made Al notice something strange. He instinctively knew that Draco lying here must have something to do with him: "What's wrong with him? Please tell me, does it have something to do with me running out of magic power?"

George cried sadly: "Children have to be stupid to be happy."

"You're the kid." Al glared at him.

George scratched his hair worriedly: "Actually, I don't know very well, but Madam Pomfrey seems to have used a blood curse. You were in a very bad situation at the time. Madam Pomfrey said you might become a squib and let me Find Draco. Draco gave you half of his magic. But don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said the magic she used was mild and harmless, and both Draco's and your magic will slowly return to normal. in the past

level, thanks to the fact that you are twins, there is no conflict between your magic powers. "

Al was silent for a moment. He and Draco didn't look alike. At best, they were just fraternal twins, and their DNA was not exactly the same. He didn't know whether the content of biogenetics was applicable to wizards, but things might not be as good as Madam Pomfrey said.

But it's useless to talk about it at this point. Al doesn't know much about blood magic. He can only wait for Madam Pomfrey to come and ask her again. The question now is

"Why isn't Draco awake yet?"

"Don't worry, I think he just fell asleep. Let me help you wake him up." George fumbled around and pulled out a quill from nowhere.

"Tell him gently." Al stared at his quill with worry, "Isn't this just another prank you modified?"

"It's just an ordinary quill, I promise." George made a reassuring gesture towards him and scratched the tip of Draco's nose with the quill.

Draco sniffed, his expression contorted.

"Sneeze" He sneezed loudly and almost jumped up from the bed. His golden hair was sticking out in all directions on his head. Draco sat on the bed and looked around blankly.

The expressions on the two brothers' faces when they just woke up are exactly the same. George suppressed a laugh and quietly hid the quill in his clothes.

"Al, are you okay?" Draco jumped out of bed as soon as he saw Al. Unlike Al, who was weak and weak, Draco was still lively and vigorous. He jumped onto Al's bed and hugged his brother. Manhuai asked, "How do you feel? Is there any pain?"

"I'm fine, just a little weak, don't worry." Al patted Draco's back comfortingly. This incident really frightened Draco. Al felt very guilty and the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

Confirming that Al was out of danger, Draco glared at George.

"Weasley, you drive Al here and there every day, and you can't even guarantee his safety. Where did you go? Why did you, a senior, let Al's magic power dry up?"

George opened his mouth, and suddenly he was at a loss for words.

"I took him everywhere." Al said before George could. "We went to the Forbidden Forest and met monsters. I used a spell that was beyond my current ability to become like this. It was not George. 's fault."

Draco narrowed his eyes, and his slightly angry expression made him look like a qualified heir to the Malfoy family: "Don't treat me as a fool, Al, you used dark magic."

Al choked, realizing that he seemed to treat Draco too much like a child.

Although he was only eleven years old, Draco had been trained by Lucius as his heir. He also did well in Defense Against the Dark Arts and why because he knew about the dark arts.

Only when you understand something can you defend it perfectly.

Seeing that Al didn't speak, Draco glared at George angrily: "I hope to have a few words with Al alone."

George was a little reluctant, but the Malfoys couldn't discuss things involving dark magic in front of outsiders. Al sighed: "Trouble, George."

When only the Malfoy twins were left in the small ward in the hospital wing, Draco pulled Al's left hand over.

"corrosconfringo, huh?"

Al immediately frowned: "Father taught you this."

"He taught me a lot of black magic. In fact, corrosconfringo is one of the most dangerous ones. He told me not to use it unless my life is in danger." Draco squeezed Al's hand and added: " It’s not that your father doesn’t value you, it’s just that he thinks you are still young and not old enough to learn these things.”

Al was a little dumbfounded. He knew that Draco didn't want him to think Lucius was partial: "I know."

"What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Draco looked at Al with an unsuspecting expression that made Al instantly overwhelmed with guilt. He hesitated for a moment, but still lied: "I'm just curious."

Draco nodded and squeezed Al's left hand. The wound opened last night had healed, leaving only a faint white mark; however, Al's palm still felt a sharp pain, as if it had been burned.

"Promise me you won't use dark magic until you can control them," Draco said.

He really looked like an elder brother now even though they were only a few minutes apart. Al lowered his eyes and nodded, knowing in his heart that this was not just a verbal promise, it must have magical benefits.