[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

George stayed for a moment, like a kind old father in the eyes of everyone, and wiped Al's face: "There is a piece of dirt on your face, which looks a bit like a three-headed dog, so I stared at it for a while. "

Al: "...Really? There is a three-headed dog-shaped dirty thing on my face?" He looked at Sirius: "Da Hei? Is it your fault?"

Big black:"?"

Is this my fault too?

The atmosphere finally became more active, and everyone stopped staring at George.Embarrassed, George waved to Al, then turned and ran to his brother.

The two redheads ran away in a hurry, until they were out of sight of the Malfoys, Fred gloated: "Calm down, control yourself, don't see Al like a dog seeing ham."

"I didn't!" George growled at him. "It's just that he's grown up, you see? If I hadn't been counting the summer vacation, I thought I hadn't seen him in three years."

Fred commented objectively: "I don't think he has changed that much. It may just be the effect of your hormones."

George: "... I thank you."

On the other side of Malfoy's house, on the way to Lihen Bookstore, Draco stuck to Al's side and warned him: "Stay away from Weasley this semester."

"Which Weasley?" Al wondered, "I thought you and Weasley had established a friendship."

"If that Weasley didn't—" Draco swallowed the rest of the sentence, "Which Weasley was talking to you just now?"

"George. You don't recognize him?"

"No one can tell the two of them apart!" Draco's eyes darkened, "Can you tell who is who?"

Draco felt that his brother had a big problem.

"No...you can't take a look." Al hesitated to recall the memory, "They look too much alike, but they can always be separated if you look more."

"Unless they each have their names carved on their foreheads, I can tell who they are quickly." Draco said seriously. "Anyway, stay away from George—preferably away from Fred."

"Why?" Al was annoyed and funny, "Even my parents don't care how I make friends, they allow me to invite Weasley—"

"No no no no no Harry's birthday is over!" Draco screamed.

"Me?" Harry leaned over curiously.

Al quickly walked to the other side while Draco turned his head, freeing himself from his nervous brother who restricted him from making friends.

Unlike previous years, an iron cage was placed at the door of the bookstore.The iron cage was full of a wild kind of book that didn't want to be piled together properly, with its pages gnawing at each other—monster books of monsters.

It seems that Hagrid is the professor of Care of Fantastic Beasts this year.Al already had a headache ahead of time, and he didn't really want to ride a hippogriff, or any hippogriff.

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"Hermione! Take care of your cat!"

When Crookshanks jumped on Ron's lap again, Ron raised his mouse and yelled.

"Keep your voice down, Ron, there's a professor sleeping here." Al looked up from his spell book and made a shh gesture.

Ron cast a wary glance at Lupine, who was huddled in the corner under the blanket, trying to get Crookshanks down with his knees shaking.Hermione's new cat seemed to keep her cat duties in mind, balancing on Ron's lap as she kept trying to reach Ron's mouse with her paw.

"Look at me, Kiki, you know how to sleep on my body." Al touched the lazy Kiki lying on his lap, and said.

Kiki is more than two years old, and she is now a beautiful big cat compared to the length of a palm when Al first saw her.

"Crookshanks! Learn kiki!" Ron called.

Hermione had to carry Crookshanks back and stuff them into her cat's basket: "Be quiet, Crookshanks? You can't hurt Ron's mice."

"But cats catch mice." Harry looked at Caesar again. He was locked in a cage and placed on top of the box—his cage was too big, and there were already five children and a professor crammed into the box. , two cats and one mouse, so Caesar and Hedwig had to huddle on the roof of the box aggrievedly, "Owls also catch mice."

"Scabbets is going to have a tough year," Al concluded.

Ron looked sad: "Maybe I should make him a cage to protect him—"

"That's a good idea." Alten sat up straight, startling Hermione, "Cats and owls may take your mice away when you're not paying attention, so make a cage, It's better to weld it on the head of your bed. The gap should be small so that claws and beaks can't get in. The cage door should be locked. Magical creatures are very smart. Maybe they can open the cage... I'll help you Order a cage? How about it?"

All the awake people in the box stared at him blankly, confused by his long string of words.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to care about Banban so much, thank you, but my pocket money this year is enough to fix a cage." Ron said, noticing that Banban in his hand was trying to struggle, he clenched him even more tightly, "Don't make trouble, Banban, This is protecting you!"

Sirius had to be placed in another compartment because he couldn’t fit more large animals in this compartment. Although there would be dementors coming here, they couldn’t do anything about Sirius’ Animagus form, so Al wasn't worried.Also, Sirius, as an adult in his 30s, should be able to defend himself.

Al stared at Lupine for a moment.He remembered seeing Lupin on the Knights bus with Draco during the summer of his first year on the way to Harry's house.

Lupine's eyelids were fluttering slightly, obviously awake - also, how could he possibly sleep when the children were so noisy.

Al thought for a while and asked Ron, "Ron, can I see Scabbers?"

Ron watched Al's kiki warily.

"Kiki isn't interested in your mice." Al shrugged.

Ron hesitated and handed Scabbers to Al.Banban is very quiet in Al's hands, but Al still has goosebumps all over his body.

He doesn't like mice, not to mention, this mouse is a wretched man... Evil.

"I heard your rats lived 12 years?" Al put the emphasis entirely on "12 years" and glanced furtively at Lupine's reaction.

Lupine's ears did move.

"Yeah, he's really long-lived. I haven't seen such a long-lived mouse. My brother Percy raised it for me." Ron didn't notice Al's insidious intentions at all, and jumped into the trap without warning. .

"And he's missing a toe... It seems that this mouse has suffered, right?" Al pinched one of Banban's paws to look at it, and Banban began to struggle, and Al secretly squeezed Banban's squeak.

Lupine suddenly threw off the blanket and sat up straight, and approached Al nervously: "Son, can I... see your mouse?"

"Of course!" Al handed Banban out, carefully avoiding Banban's mouth, so as not to be bitten by it, but just as he lifted Banban, the train braked. Al was caught off guard, and his upper body suddenly leaned forward. Scabbers took the opportunity to break free and got back into Ron's clothes.

Lupine's sharp eyes seemed to burn a hole in Ron's clothes, but he couldn't grab Ron and catch Scabbers out. Besides, at the same time, the lights in the private room went out and the temperature dropped rapidly. With a cold war, he began to rummage through the robes in his luggage.

"what happened?"

Harry looked around uneasily, and even stood up trying to get out of the box door to see what was going on.

Al pulled Harry back, pressed him to the innermost position, and covered him with his robe: "Don't move."

"Don't panic, children, it's a dementor." Lupine had already pulled out his wand, and pointed at the door of the carriage flatly, "Don't be affected, remember your happiest things—"

Before they could finish speaking, the temperature in the carriage almost dropped to freezing point, and a dark shadow appeared from the side of the corridor, slowly approaching their carriage.

"I...I don't feel well." Harry flinched, whispering.

The black shadow in the cloak walked into the box. Lupine raised his wand and said loudly, "We don't have Sirius here, please get out of here."

The dementor was unmoved, but still approached slowly.

Al stared at the black hole-like mouth in the cloak under the dim light. The pain he hadn't experienced for a long time slowly climbed up like tarsal maggots. A long sound.

"Call God Guard!"

The darkness and coldness disappeared, and warmth and light returned to the box. When Al opened his eyes again, there was a circle of small heads around his head.

"How are you feeling, Al?" Draco was terribly worried. "What's up with those dementors? I'm going to get Dad to remove them!"

"Dementors...may not listen to our father." Al forced a smile, "What's wrong with me?"

"You passed out, and Harry." Draco replied, Al noticed that Harry's little head was also on the side, and his face was not very good, but he obviously woke up earlier than himself, maybe because he was sitting far away. The reason why the dementors are further away.

"Don't be too nervous, children, some chocolate will be better." Lupine separated the children, pulled Al up, and shared a piece of chocolate each.

Al swallowed the bar of chocolate in one gulp and felt better immediately.

Lupine left the box after distributing the chocolates. Harry sat opposite Al this time, his cheeks were a little red, and he said awkwardly, "Why didn't you faint?"

"I fainted too, Harry," said Al, "I heard the screaming too."

He wasn't the only one weak, Harry seemed to be feeling better too.