Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Father and son looked at each other, a rare refusal to give in to each other.

In the end, the king exposed this stubble.

He looked at the plain silver ring on his hand and asked, "You haven't taught me how to use it yet, have you?"

Allen nodded slightly, taught the other party the skills in detail, and then took his leave and returned to the dormitory.

The blond crown prince sat in an armchair, looking out at the dark night.

He hooked his fingers lightly, and the magic factors around him automatically cut off the prying eyes of others, followed by the confusion spell and the silence spell.

Allen took out a wooden box from his pocket. The pictures and texts on it were very complicated, giving people a weird feeling.

He took out another exquisite box, which contained a picture frame engraved with intricate magic patterns.

This picture frame is full of snap buttons, so that Allen can roll up the portrait from all angles, and it is tailor-made for Salazar.

The blond crown prince opened the magic box and carefully removed the wax seal. While maintaining the magic sealing domain, he injected a little magic power into it.

The portrait slowly unfolded, and Salazar, who was dazzling in the past, was a little weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Only then did Allen realize that blocking magic power had such a great impact on magic products.

He intends to study the duration and effect of blocking the magic power, but unfortunately he needs to win over the other party now... If Salazar is unwilling to cooperate, it is not too late to study.

The blond crown prince frowned slightly, looking very worried.

"...Ancestor? How did you become like this?"

Salazar leaned weakly in the portrait, and tried to roll his eyes when he heard this.

Allen seemed very guilty, he rubbed his fingers helplessly,

"Oh, ancestor... please forgive me... I never thought that Zeus's power is so great, I just don't want you to leave me..."

He slowly mobilized the magic power factor to warm up Salazar, watching the snake ancestor gain some strength because of the magic power supply - at least he had the strength to scold him.

"Little bunny!"

Salazar said viciously, "Remember, the magic power has been blocked until now—how many days has it been? The magic power stored in the portrait is completely consumed, and the magic power on the paint is reversed!"

Alan:  …

He nodded hesitantly, "Okay, I'll make a note."

Only fifteen days.

Allen thought, then, can a magical portrait be completely destroyed in a month?

Salazar slowed down a bit, and finally he could sit up and teach this junior who didn't know what to do.

however……

Allen showed a perfect smile, and said in a persuasive manner, "Ancestor, I have prepared a Christmas present for you——"

He took out the picture frame and showed it in front of Salazar, "I know you don't like picture frames that can't be changed, so I made a snap-on picture frame myself, and you can roll it any way you want!"

Salazar looked better, and let the blond boy frame himself.

……and many more!

Why does this feel so familiar?

Snake Ancestor's complexion sank, and he roared, "Alan Cornwall!"

He looked as if he would have come out and strangled Allen—if he wasn't a portrait.

Allen smiled heavily, his sea blue eyes lifted gently,

"...Ancestor, don't be so naive. I am really worried that you will make these public, and I can't bear your kindness, so I have to adopt some strategies.

"—I just did what a Slytherin should do."

Salazar calmed down.

He took a deep breath and laughed angrily.

"So, you think that I - Salazar Slytherin, a pure bloodist - will help the leader of the Muggleborn when the Muggleborn are almost threatening the existence of wizards?"

Allen chuckled, took out a "History of Magic", turned to the introduction page of Voldemort's dark reign, and said gently,

"You can only help me—because another descendant of yours has already killed half the population of the wizarding world, and is still in Hogwarts..."

Salazar's face became even uglier.

——Why are his descendants so "filial"!

The blond crown prince shook the book in his hand, and with a smile that deserved to be beaten, he coaxed, "Look, am I much better than him?"

Allen closed the book with his hands in his hands, and put it aside.

His left hand was trembling faintly, but it was completely covered by the calmness on that face.

Allen looked at Salazar supported by the picture frame on the table, and said softly,

"I promise, Patriarch. I promise, a better future for the wizarding world—not killing them."

He smiled slightly,

"Or you can choose, I will help another descendant of yours to resurrect, let him be my butcher knife, kill all wizards... and then let this strange world disappear completely!"

Salazar looked at him coldly and didn't answer.

Allen sighed softly, he gently rolled up his left cuff, slowly removed layers of bandages, and handed his wrist to Salazar.

"Look, ancestor..."

The blond boy turned pale, "This is the price I paid for this alchemy—I just want to win you back."

Salazar sneered, "It's up to you!"

Allen lowered his eyebrows, looking extremely pitiful, even the smile on the corner of his mouth was so bitter.

He said softly, "... As you know, I have very few close relatives, only one father. And you are another close relative."

Salazar looked ugly.

He took a deep look at the boy's horrific wrist, the bruising and macula (actually Edward's medicine) on it was so obvious on the fair skin.

For him, the other party is willing to pay such a price?

Isn't this kid always so squeamish!

Snake Ancestor couldn't bear it, and didn't want to forgive the other party immediately, so he twisted himself into a scroll.

That moment.

The expression on the blonde crown prince's face slowly disappeared, and there was no trace of bitterness.

He felt almost strange.

——Why is Salazar so soft-hearted?He is ready for a month of tug-of-war!

The boy suppressed his doubts, and wrapped the bandage back obediently.

He changed into his pajamas under the service of everyone, and lay neatly on the bed, as if he had already fallen asleep.

The surrounding magic factor is beating, tracing the outline of the surrounding human figures.

The king seemed intimidated by his self-sacrifice.

Allen perceived the human form circled by the magic power, until he was mentally exhausted and started to have a headache, these people did not evacuate.

He had no choice but to give up on himself and indulge himself into a peaceful sleep.