ALL NOVEL 32.chapter 32
If what you are watching is a pirated version, please go to Jinjiang Literature City to support the genuine version. "Alris Draco, where have you gone?"
Oh how unfortunate. Pansy called him Alris, and she got 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 channel with them, while the two big men had to sit in another channel. 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.
"run"
"Quick Imprisonment"
"Oh, that's useless. Run quickly, right, right, and avoid."
"What the hell is this thing? If I sing, will it stop?" George yelled as he ran wildly, and the monster roared again in response. The moment of life and death always stimulates people's unlimited potential. George grabbed Al with his long legs and ran wildly. Al's physical strength was almost exhausted, his heart was beating fast and he was panting like a broken bellows, but he still kept up. picked up George's pace.
While running, the two little wizards used their wands to fire magic spells at the biting Griever behind them from time to time. The numerous obstacles had no effect, but falling apart would make the Griever howl in pain, and they could only slightly block it for a moment. Who cares if underage wizards can do magic outside of school?
It turns out that curiosity did kill the cat.
The two little wizards were strongly curious about what was at the other end of the new branch, and mistakenly decided to take a look at the rightmost branch first. This time the secret passage seemed to be longer. They climbed out of a concrete passage. This time, the exit at the end of the secret passage is sealed. It is covered with a thin layer of cement. You don't need to use magic. You can break this thin layer with just a few hard hits.
As soon as the two people emerged from the secret passage, they were stunned by the scene in front of them. It's night here, and everything is hard to see clearly in the dim light. Looking ahead, you can see gray walls dozens of meters high. The material looks like cement, and there are a few metal walls here and there, with sharp edges. of light. The walls were intricately arranged, and Al could hear a "buzzing" sound echoing around it. It looked like
A maze.
An insect the size of a fist suddenly flew in front of Al, startling him. This insect doesn't look like a creature that exists in nature. Its eyes are flashing with a faint red light, and there seems to be a line of English letters on its back.
Before Al could see too much clearly, the insect flew away with great speed.
Al and George walked through a wall. There were as many as eight choices for the path in front of them. They could not choose a path rashly, as they would probably lose their way.
Al seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly pulled George and started to turn around and run towards the exit: "It's dangerous, move quickly."
George didn't have time to ask anything, and the two of them ran towards the secret passage in three steps and two steps at a time. However, just as they were about to approach the secret passage, there was a loud "clang" sound, and something almost touched Al's forehead and stabbed him. The top of the car penetrated deeply into the solid ground, and the splashing gravel hurt Al's calf. If Al hadn't reacted quickly and stopped suddenly, he would have died.
This was an iron-green leg as thick as Al's arm, belonging to the artificial arthropod monster in front of him.
Al didn't need to see the monster in its entirety to know that it must be a will-o'-the-wisp.
They entered the world of the moving maze
There was no time to think more, before the Griever could get his legs out of the ground, Al grabbed George and turned around and ran away. While running, George broke down and asked: "What is this thing and why is it scarier than that three-headed dog?"
"I'm glad you finally know how to pronounce the word horror. This is a will-o'-the-wisp. It's 10,000 times more terrifying than a three-headed dog. If it catches you, you will be torn into pieces immediately."
At first, Al was dragging George and running, but soon it was George dragging Al and running wildly; it was impossible to hide his whereabouts and get rid of the Griever, it was too fast; Al suspected that even if the Griever gave up chasing them now, they would still be able to escape. You won't be able to find your way back.
Are you going to capsize in the gutter and die here?
George pulled Al and turned another corner to the right. Even though Al was dizzy, he remembered that all the turns George made along the way were to the right. The Wisp was so big that it couldn't help but bumped into the wall. This bought the two young wizards precious time and briefly left the Wisp behind. Al's legs seemed to be no longer his. He walked forward mechanically; his mind was not idle, trying desperately to recall everything he had learned, trying to find an effective spell.
They were still too young. If they were in seventh grade or even fifth grade at this moment, a crushing spell could blow one of the Griever's legs apart.
But they only have third and first grade students.
Al needs a spell that can maximize his magic power.