Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At eight o'clock on Thursday night, Allen held the illusion spell and knocked on the door of Quirrell's office.

Salazar once expressed dissatisfaction.

"Why leave the old ancestor here, and go to learn from an unreliable junior?"

Allen's answer is——

"How many changes will happen in a thousand years, even Hogwarts is so divided... If you want to prevent him from killing the remaining half of the wizards, you have to understand the other party's thinking."

Snake Ancestor has no expression on his face.

Allen showed a perfect smile and killed it with one blow, "Ancestor, are you right?"

Salazar rolled himself up.

The dazzling blond hair was hidden under the effect of the Disillusionment Curse.

Quirrell ushered in the silent figure.

He was pale, even paler than the plaster walls of the room.

The magic power factor dissipating in the air told Allen that the magic power on the opponent's body had become completely muddy, as if entangled with some curse and covered by another rancid smell.

——Man is about to die.

Allen paused, removed the illusion spell, and nodded slightly, "Professor, here I come."

In an instant, the cowardly Quirrell was replaced by the evil Voldemort, and his pale face reappeared with a strange beauty.

Allen tilted his head, "Voldemort?"

Voldemort paused, looked at Allen with a smile, and said softly, "Just call me 'Professor', Allen."

The blond crown prince chuckled, took out his wand and waved it, and the shrunken books in his pocket floated out one by one, returning to their normal size.

He looked sideways and pretended to be surprised, "So, you really wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts back then?"

Voldemort paced over, pressed Alan into the armchair that Quirrell had prepared long ago, sat opposite him, and took the homework paper that Alan had marked.

He didn't seem to mind acknowledging his old longing, replying, "Yes, Ellen."

Looking at it with blood-red eyes, he casually withdrew his gaze and looked at the parchment scroll in his hand.

"But Dumbledore rejected me. He suspected that I would destroy the students of Hogwarts, or rather—into my camp."

Allen was noncommittal.

The magic power factor obeyed his will, rolling around on his shoulders, dispersing the rancid magic power.

Looking at the beautiful cursive characters, the Dark Lord first admired the similarity between the two of them, and then looked down.

He originally had great expectations for Allen. After all, the Muggle Crown Prince has always been kind and tolerant to the outside world. He was curious about how much evil was suppressed in the little prince's heart.

And he can just pull out these evils and welcome the crown prince shrouded in light into darkness.

...but what is it?

A theoretical study of the development of magic thousands of years ago?

He flipped back in disbelief, and saw even more outrageous topics.

A detailed analysis of the history of magic development...

A comparative study of ancient magic runes and modern spells...

The etymology of the streamlined mantra…

Voldemort frowned slowly, coupled with Quirrell's pale complexion, he thought he had encountered a big problem.

Allen leaned back in the armchair and concentrated on eating the chocolate he brought. Seeing this scene, he asked casually, "You don't know these things?"

Voldemort was aroused.

He said viciously, "What I want to teach is black magic! Black magic!"

Allen nodded, and replied, "I've only read two of the books you gave me yesterday, and the book report is at the back!"

Voldemort looked at him coldly, took a deep breath, and rolled back.

Well...it's black magic...

and many more!

A comparative analysis of black magic and white magic!

He looked down in disbelief, and saw that it said...

[This article explores the application of idealism magic, the different lethality of black and white magic, and the diverse applications of the two kinds of magic...]

In the end, an even more outrageous conclusion was reached.

[Black magic is more efficient in attack, but it requires the caster to strongly harm the idealism of the opponent. It can be said that it is exclusive to anti-social personality, and other personalities need to participate carefully...]

[At the same time, the mildness of white magic makes it lose its firmness in attack, but its diverse extensions greatly facilitate the life of wizards, so it has a huge proportion in society...]

What is this all about?

For the first time, Voldemort was at a loss for magical research.

Who studies magic so much as a Muggle!

Such a Muggle!

How many years did it take him to completely sever ties with the Muggle world, and now he just wanted to pull people into the darkness, so why did he catch a group of Muggle theories by surprise!

Voldemort tried his best to calm down the urge to throw an Avada, and endured it with all his might.

He comforted himself—

For the darkness, for the disgusting Dumbledore, for the Dark Lord to return to the peak and take power!

Seeing that the other party stopped, Allen asked, "Professor, based on your knowledge of black magic, is there anything else that needs to be added to this paper?"

A crack appeared in Voldemort's expression.

He threw the roll of parchment angrily, raised his hand and grabbed Alan's collar to lift him up halfway, ignoring his fragile soul and activated Legilimency——

The sea-blue eyes were a little stunned, and Allen didn't avoid them for a while.

The same picture slid in front of the two of them, but...

Book……

Book……

or book...

Allen has been thinking about the problem of black and white magic, and his mind is almost full of various books from the memory palace.

psychology, sociology...

"A Study of Ancient Runes", "The Origin of Black Magic"...

The blond crown prince soon realized the loss of thoughts in his mind, his sea blue eyes overflowed with anger, years of uninterrupted meditation emptied his mind in an instant, leaving only a blank space between the two of them.

Some old wands were drawn from the cuffs, and the silent spell was suddenly shot when the opponent was sluggish——

A disarming spell, a stunning spell, knocked Voldemort straight down on the armchair.

Allen's face was extremely ugly.

—his mind was prying into.

Although the other party didn't get anything and seemed to have suffered a major blow, but!

This is tantamount to depriving Allen of his only privacy!

The thought hall that was thought to be eternally pure also has the footprints of others...

The blond crown prince was thoroughly irritated.

The slender fingers clenched into fists, and the magic factor in the air was ready to go.

As long as Allen gives an order, Quirrell can be completely placed in the demon-sealing domain until Voldemort sucks up Quirrell's vitality, and then this remnant soul of the Dark Lord will be trapped forever.

——This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Allen's mind was burning, and he was sober again.

The sea-blue eyes were full of anger, but in the end he did nothing, turned and left the office.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

not necessarily.

If he traps Quirrell to death, endless troubles will follow——

The exposure of the Demon Sealing Domain, the fact that it was not enough to match Dumbledore's strength, and the public opinion in the wizarding world turned against Yingtian...

Coupled with his identity catalyst...

I'm afraid it will be even more difficult for the little Muggleborn wizards.

He can't control the magical talent of ordinary children, he can only try his best to create a safer and stable environment for them.

No problem.

Quirrell always wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and he will completely destroy the remnant soul that touched Nilin in that difficult place!

The blond crown prince stepped forward majestically.

—he doesn't mind being an unsung hero!