[Comprehensive] Digging a secret tunnel at Hogwarts

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"Alris Draco, where did you go?"

Oh how unfortunate. Pansy calls him Arres and she gets angry.

Al turned around reluctantly and saw an angry little Pansy. Draco sneered in his ear, and Al heard the meaning of "You deserve to go find Harry."

Vincent and Gregory stood behind her on the left and right. When they saw Al and Draco, they consciously walked forward and stood on both sides of the twins.

Not wanting to cause a conflict in front of so many young wizards, Al gently patted the little girl on the head: "We have been in the same box and did not go out. Draco is not feeling well. Let's take the boat to Hogwarts first, okay?"

Pansy's anger immediately shifted to worry. She immediately clung to Draco and asked with great concern: "Xiaolong, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable, have a stomachache or a headache?"

Draco: ""

Ignoring Draco's glare, Al walked towards Hagrid behind Vincent and Gregory. I have to say that these two big guys are really useful. With them opening the way, Al doesn't have to squeeze.

The first-year wizards were crowded together and brought to the side of the boat by Hagrid. Pansy sat next to the twins and sat in the same aisle with them, while the two big men had to sit in another aisle. Also on the same boat as the twins was Blaise Zabini, Draco's Slytherin good friend in the original book.

"How did you know you wanted to take the boat, Al?" After Draco sat firmly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Al suspiciously.

Alton suddenly got stuck.

Oops, forget that everything about Hogwarts is mysterious to the little wizard.

"I know it from reading." Al replied sincerely, blinking.

Fortunately, Draco doesn't read much, and he doesn't know if the book will actually tell how the first-year wizard went to Hogwarts for the first time, although he thinks his brother may know too much. , he still nodded.

When Draco saw that the so-called sorting was actually done with a hat, Draco made a disgusting and atmospheric sound.

"Mum also lied to us and said the exams were very strict," Draco complained in Al's ear. "I bet it would have just touched our heads and declared us Slytherins."

Come on, brother, your hands are shaking nervously.

Al didn't want to expose him, so he just patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, we must be in Slytherin."

Draco seemed to relax a little.

Draco's name was quickly called, and before the hat even touched his hair, he shouted Slytherin. Al even wondered if the hat was biased against the Malfoy family, and he didn't want to meet the Malfoy children at all. .

But soon, he knew that this guess was wrong because the hat was currently on his head, and he was thinking endlessly.

"This is amazing. This is the first time I've seen a Malfoy who wants to go to Gryffindor."

"No, no, no, no," Al denied in panic, "I don't want to go to Gryffindor, I'm a Malfoy, I'm a Slytherin."

"But kid, that's not what your heart says." There seemed to be a hint of joking in Hat's voice, "You have to follow your heart and face up to who you are and who you want to be."

"Slytherin, otherwise I have no choice but to drop out of school." Al said firmly, "I don't want to be torn to pieces by my father and Severus."

"Well," the hat sounded very regretful, "I would really like to see what would happen if a Malfoy went to Gryffindor. Okay, okay, then Slytherin."

Al rolled his eyes.

The Sorting Hat just wanted to watch, he swore.

Al took off his hat and breathed a sigh of relief. Draco was slapping his hands desperately on the Slytherin table, without any of the "mature and steady" and "eldest brother" airs he had deliberately pretended to be in the past.

The Sorting Hat had been sitting on Al's head for so long that Draco was genuinely worried that it would throw his brother into Hufflepuff or worse, Gryffindor.

Al sat next to Draco and gave him a small high five.

Then he turned to look at Harry. When it was Harry's turn to be sorted, there were only a few little wizards still waiting. Al found that Harry was so nervous that he almost fainted. His little face was frighteningly white, and his hands were shaking when he picked up the sorting hat.

He didn't know how long it took Harry, but Al was sure it must have been longer than it took him. In the end, Harry went to Gryffindor, Draco smacked his mouth in disappointment, and Al breathed a sigh of relief.

There was thunderous applause on the Gryffindor table, and Al saw the lively twins also applauding desperately. While applauding, he shouted "We have Potter"

It's great, they are still a group of carefree children. Al smiled, like a kind old father.

The Slytherin dormitory was for two people, and Al, as expected, shared a room with Draco. After packing their luggage and room, and settling in Kiki and Caesar, the two boys fell on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

George and Fred looked at each other and said in unison: "Guess which of us is who twice in a row, brother."

"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 had something on her mind. The sensitive and smart little witch was keenly aware that the first-year girls in Gryffindor didn't like her, and the boys also stayed 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 that Hermione was speechless, he pointed at the box: "This is for you, candies 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."

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nbsp;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."

He really didn't want to cause trouble for Malfoy. He couldn't afford to cause Malfoy's family, and Al's attitude towards him was really good.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him reproachfully: "Don't always do stupid things, Mr. Weasley, whether it's sending your classmates to the hospital wing or entering the hospital wing yourself, that's not good."

"I'll tell our dad," Draco followed the threat.

"No Draco it would be too embarrassing" to tell his father that he was dyed purple by a Weasley Al would rather wear purple until Halloween

Draco was once again dismayed and looked at him speechlessly.

"I just threatened him and made him afraid. I didn't really want to tell my father."

George: ""

While she was talking, Madam Pomfrey had already brought a bottle of magic potion, handed it to Al, and said: "Pour it into the water when you take a bath and the stain will be washed away. Go ahead, kid." Then she turned to warn George: "If If I see a child with the same situation being sent to the medical wing again, I will definitely tell the professor and let them deduct points from you."

George was not afraid of deducting points, but he still said obediently: "Okay."

Al put his hood back on, said thank you, and rushed out.

He couldn't stand his new color for even a second longer.

"Hey Malfoy wait a minute Malfoy" Al fell on deaf ears.

"Alris Al"

Al stopped suddenly, turned around and said to George fiercely: "I know you very well, don't call me that."

"Oh, I'm sorry." George showed a hurt expression, "I just want to say that if you want, I can take you to Percy's prefect bathroom. I guess you don't want others to see you."

"Don't be stupid, Weasley." Al rolled his eyes at him and walked towards the Slytherin cellar without looking back. "We have separate bathrooms."

Poor George could only stand there and watch Al wrap up his robe and leave. Draco's gloating laughter could still be heard from a distance.

"That's how you should treat Weasley, Al."

"These are two different things, Draco." Al said with a small face, "If he doesn't put the prank on my head, I can consider being gentler with him."

"Then I have to thank Weasley Red Weasel for playing a prank on you."

"Draco, I will consider borrowing a dye sparkler from Weasley to dye you Gryffindor red."

“That’s disgusting”

Al squatted in the bathtub and poured half of the potion into the water. The water in the tub turned a weird light green color and looked absolutely disgusting.

Fortunately, the color on the lower body immersed in the water quickly faded. Al was relieved and poured the remaining half of the potion into it. He lay down in the bathtub and let the liquid cover his entire body. Body.