[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Meanwhile, Glade of the Mobile Labyrinth.

Newt, who was sleeping on his small wooden bed, sat up suddenly and looked at the extremely high fence surrounding the open space.He clearly heard an explosion in the center of the maze, and he wasn't sure if he heard the voices of other children.

He got out of bed, and there were already two people standing beside the extinguished fire, Gary and Alby.

"Did you all hear that?" Newt asked suspiciously as he walked over.

Both older boys nodded.Their expressions are very dignified—in the past, there would be rumbling sounds in the maze at night, which means that the maze is changing its structure; but tonight it is obviously past the time to transform the structure. the sound of.

The boys gathered one after another, and everyone had a look of panic on their faces: there were only seven of them—this maze was just established, and Alby was the first to be sent into the glade. The boy here has just lived here for eight months.

After the explosion, everything returned to calm.The boys were silent, too, until finally Gary spoke out first.

"There is something else in the labyrinth, maybe we should visit more often... Maybe we can find a way out."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions became even more frightened.

It's not that they haven't tried to enter the maze.Two months ago, six boys had dared to go in together.They knew they were supposed to be back before sunset, but they were delayed. They lost a companion, who was pulled back by the Griever a second before running back to the passage.

It was hard for everyone present to forget the boy's screams, and no one dared to go in again for the next two months.

"We need to discuss it again. Go back to sleep now, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Gary waved his hand, looked in the direction of the explosion, and walked back to the room where he slept.

Newt also lay back on his bed.He's the newest one, and he's still a "rookie," and he can't imagine spending the rest of his life in this clearing surrounded by ever-changing labyrinths and monsters at night... No, he has to escape.

There will be a way, and there will be freedom!

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"Madame Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!"

The entire hospital wing was awakened by George's roar, and Madam Pomfrey hurried out of the hospital wing: "Don't make any noise—oh, Merlin, what happened??"

George's face was bruised and purple, and his clothes were tattered. He seemed to have suffered a lot; but the child in his arms was obviously worse. Half of his face was stained red, and the rest of his skin was extremely pale. It looked lifeless.

Madam Pomfrey took Al, before she had time to ask what happened, she hurriedly carried Al into the covered room.

She tapped a few places on Al's body with her wand, and the tip of the wand emitted an extremely weak light, which seemed to be extinguished in an instant, like the last breath of an old man.

"His magic is completely drained... I remember this kid has a twin brother?"

Madam Pomfrey suddenly looked at George, her scrutinizing gaze swept him up and down, and found that there seemed to be no serious injuries: "Call him, the sooner the better, and bring his wand!"

She took out a few bottles of potions from a side cabinet, checked the labels, raised Al's head slightly and fed them to him.Al could barely swallow, and most of the potion spilled out and stuck to the sheets.

George had disappeared.He was very familiar with the way to the Slytherin cellar, and he ran there in less than 5 minutes (he was yelled by several prefects along the way, "No running in the corridor!"), and slapped the Slytherin cellar door: "Malfoy! Draco Malfoy!"

Soon the door was opened, revealing a girl's face, who showed disgust as soon as she saw George - it was Pansy: "Weasley? What do you want to do?"

George didn't want to waste time explaining to the other Slytherins, so he just yelled through the door, "Draco Malfoy!"

"Hey, you're very rude...!" Pansy began to regret opening the door for this Weasley, she wanted to close the door back, but her strength was too weak to hold back George, and she yelled angrily, "Who can help me?" ! Get this red weasel out!"

Fortunately, Draco walked out of his dorm before George was thrown out by the senior Slytherin.He hadn't seen Al since the Quidditch match was over, and he wasn't with Harry either - guess it was this Weasley's fault, Al always hung out with him.

Draco separated the several Slytherins in front of him, and some people showed disgusted expressions on their faces, but they didn't dare not give Draco face.Blocking Pansy's hand, Draco came out of the cellar, and just as he closed the door behind his back, a "what" was still stuck in his throat, when he was grabbed by George and rushed to the medical wing.

"What the hell—hey! What the hell are you going to do?" Draco was startled and angry, this Weasley was running so fast that he was almost pulled into the air by him.

"It's Al, he needs you!" George didn't turn his head, and just threw back a sentence.

Draco's annoyed expression immediately changed: "Al? What happened? Something happened to him?"

"We have to go to the medical wing, and I'll explain to you later." George didn't care much, he just dragged Draco and ran all the way to the medical wing, bathed in the surprised eyes of all the other little wizards—look, Wei Sly and Malfoy were holding hands!

After being fed a few bottles of potion, Al's complexion improved a bit, but he still looked pale and scary.George almost thought Al was dead in the secret passage: his heartbeat became very weak, and his breathing was barely audible, but he was still alive.George's first reaction was to go back to Hogwarts to find Madam Pomfrey.

He was almost running with Al in his arms.He wasted a lot of time on the secret passage that he could only climb. In the end, when George dragged Al out, both of them were covered in mud; In a few tens of seconds, they rushed into the medical wing.

"Mr. Malfoy, your brother's magic power is exhausted, and there is no trace of magic power in his body. If you don't deal with it quickly, you may become a squib. If you want, I will pass part of your magic power to him—"

"Magic power exhausted??" Draco almost screamed, stuffing his hand into Madam Pomfrey's: "Stop talking nonsense! Give it to him!"

Madam Pomfrey gave him a surprised look: "It needs at least half of your magic power or even more, and your body will be weak for a long time..."

Draco interrupted her unreasonably, but no one was blaming him now.Madam Pomfrey said no more: "Your wand."

"It might hurt a little." Madam Pomfrey stroked Draco's palm with Al's wand, and a wound opened in his palm, but the blood "surrounded" Draco's wound without slipping down; Draco grinned in pain, but tried not to take his hand back.

Madam Pomfrey used Draco's wand to cut Al's palm open again. Although Al had no trauma and should not have lost blood, almost no blood came out of his wound.Under Madam Pomfrey's command, Draco tightly held his little brother's little hand, and the two wounds were pressed together.Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and murmured an unknown ancient spell; a faint silver light emanated from the hands of the two children, mixed with the red of blood; it was a charming and strange sight, George was almost dumbfounded.

This process went on for a while.Draco's complexion was originally very fair, but now it was almost transparent. On the contrary, Al's complexion recovered from the deathly paleness to a little rosy, and his chest heaved a little more.Whatever the magic is, it works.

After an unknown amount of time, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped chanting, and she looked extremely tired.Almost as soon as she retracted her wand and the silver light disappeared, Draco's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground - and was held by George.

"Take him to bed." Madam Pomfrey commanded, bringing a bottle of potion to Draco.Draco didn't have the strength to speak, so he drank the potion obediently, and after Madam Pomfrey managed to heal the wounds on their palms, he had the strength to ask, "Is Al okay?"

"Yes, child." Madam Pomfrey looked at Draco very softly, she reached out and touched Draco's forehead, "He will be fine, you are doing well, now go to sleep for a while, wait When you wake up, he wakes up too."

George also heaved a sigh of relief.As soon as Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, Draco closed his eyes.Madam Pomfrey checked Al's body again, and finally turned to George, her voice was very stern: "Go and lie on that bed, you are not completely safe."

"I'm fine, it's just..." George wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey: "Go, lie down."

George had to lie on Al's other side of the bed.He suffered a lot of trauma, and his body was covered with dust.Madam Pomfrey cleaned him up, tended to all the bleeding wounds, and handed him a bottle of potion.

George felt much better after drinking the potion - he finally felt like a piece of shit that had been squashed by a Griever.

"Now, tell me, what happened?" Madam Pomfrey's stern eyes seemed to see through George, "I usually don't ask what good things you naughty children have done, but little Mr. Malfoy, he Apparently it took a bit of black magic to get it like this."

"Dark magic..." George also guessed that the magic used by Al must not be within the scope of their studies, and couldn't help but nervously stood up, "Will you tell Professor Dumbledore? Will he be expelled?"

Madam Pomfrey's eyes flicked to George.

"I guess you probably won't tell me where you all went." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "It's reasonable for the child of the Malfoy family...to know a little bit of dark magic, but he's still so young, don't let him Wizards don't use black magic for nothing, look at him like this!... I won't tell Dumbledore, boy, I certainly don't want to see him expelled, but if he comes to my house again for the same reason The medical wing, I absolutely would—of course, if he used it again, he probably wouldn't need to come to me at all, and he'd be dead."

After a pause, she added: "There is another Mr. Malfoy, and he can't be saved."

So George drew two conclusions from Madam Pomfrey's words: If Al used the spell again, he would be fired.

Or, will die.