Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Snape keenly noticed that Alan and Quirrell were not getting along well.

In the past, Quirrell had been eagerly trying to get close to Allen, but now he didn't even glance over.

Allen hardly looked at Quirrell, either.

Unless you really bumped into each other, you can't pretend you didn't see it, so you nodded your head and said hello nonchalantly.

The sensitivity of the black-robed professor is different from ordinary people.

Although the little troll has always maintained the courtesy to the professor, he still found out.

——When he had to pass by Quirrell, those sea-blue eyes were like a cold lake that had been quenched by ice.

He decided to observe and observe again, after all, the performance of this little giant was abnormal.

By this Thursday, when the library was closed, Alan walked steadily towards the dormitory, but was stopped by a figure hiding in the dark.

He didn't even need to look back, he could judge the identity of the person just by the unique and strange tone.

The blond crown prince looked back, looked in the direction of the voice, and said calmly, "Dark Lord?"

It was an unlit corridor.

It was pitch black as if it had never seen light.

A figure took a step forward.

It's Quirrell.

Most of his body was sunk in the darkness, only a small half of his increasingly pale face was exposed.

In Allen's opinion, that complexion could even be compared to that of the bloody Barrow.

The poor man showed a weird smile, which seemed to have viscous malice.

He looked at Alan coldly, and asked softly, "Why don't you come to class?"

Allen showed a hint of surprise.

He confirmed, "What did you say?"

Voldemort stood where he was with his hands behind his back, yet he managed to maintain his patience.With that pale face on his face, his expression was much more stable.

Allen faintly called out the magic factors, and they gathered around him, accusing Quirrell of countless dark curses.

—It was almost like being swallowed by a curse.

It seems that what Voldemort forced Quirrell to do made him feel better, so that his patience improved a lot.

The other party bent down to look at Alan, his eyes skipped over the dazzling blond hair, and fixed in the sea blue eyes.

Allen cleared his mind vigilantly at that moment, but heard the other party say, "I have been waiting for you to come to class, and finally shape you and my glory."

The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly widened, with a touch of sarcasm, he asked, "Is it your sincerity to spy on my brain earlier?"

Voldemort straightened up and said indifferently, "You shouldn't challenge the Dark Lord's patience with those stupid subjects!"

Allen retorted, "Then you can use Legilimency to challenge my bottom line?"

He raised his eyes, half-shadowed between his brows and eyes.

The blond crown prince said coldly, "Violating my brain is like violating England's territory! You should expect what will happen!"

Voldemort smiled softly, "But you still haven't told Dumbledore."

He seemed to be in control of Allen, his limbs stretched out, and he said casually, "You and I are the same person... Don't lose your temper. Come to class obediently next Thursday."

He manipulated the body of the desperate man to retreat, leaving specious words behind.

"...When the annoying old bee is gone, the Sorcerer's Stone will be in my pocket! At that time, you have to make some contributions to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord will also give you supreme authority and glory."

Before leaving the corridor completely, he glanced at the dazzling blond hair who was still in place, and said softly, "This is our victory, Alan!"

The blond crown prince remained where he was.

The active magic factor told him that there was a powerful figure around here.

who is it?

Which professor?

Or Voldemort's henchman?

He lowered his eyes, pretending to be ignorant and went to the Slytherin cellar.

He turned a corner, quietly pulled out the school manager's ring strung by a silver chain from his neck, and pressed the gemstone on it.

Before the enemy and friend are determined, the opponent may notice the use of magic power-maybe the other party is also a character who can sense the fluctuation of magic power.

However, he saw someone he didn't expect.

It was Snape.

... Unexpected, but reasonable.

That's right, the other party is Dumbledore's man, who should be a spy planted in Voldemort's side.

Well, Dumbledore should know soon...

Allen frowned slightly, and walked to the cellar calmly.

When he was about to walk out of this corridor without portraits, he lifted his invisibility.

In the evening of the next day, he walked to the principal's office, ready to be tempted by the other party——

After all, I stabbed the deepest wound of the old man several times, although it was unconscious, the damage caused was real.

In this case, Allen didn't mind giving way to the other party.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, and invited him to taste the candy as usual.

The blond boy reluctantly rejected the other party.

The old principal withdrew his hand regretfully, and said, "Severus told me that he wanted you to study potions more. Although you don't like animal materials, maybe you can learn about plant materials?"

Allen didn't expect this opening.

He was apologetic, but also reluctantly said, "Professor, I don't have time right now... I still have a lot of ancient magic to study, as well as alchemy."

The little prince pursed his lips and admitted, "Besides, I don't have access to such abundant plants..."

"Oh!"

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "You seem to have forgotten Professor Sprout, Alan?"

Allen coughed softly, "I was just thinking that the plants learned in herbal medicine are limited after all-we have only learned thirteen kinds now, haven't we?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and approved his words, "Yes, after all, our courses need to take care of most of the little wizards...

"However, if you are willing to accept Pomona's private lessons, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

Allen shook his head slightly, and thought, "I really can't spare the time recently... I'm thinking about it for the next school year, okay?"

He had been waiting for Dumbledore's temptation, but the old man didn't seem to have that intention.

So he had to chat with the other party to make up for the offense he had bluntly said Grindelwald earlier.

Dumbledore sighed, "Many professors hope to teach you, after all, you have a rare talent - such students don't exist every year."

Allen just smiled, not seeming proud of it.

He said humbly, "Excellent talent is given by God, but noble character needs to be cultivated by oneself-the latter is more precious than the former, isn't it?"

The old man's blue eyes sparkled.

He smiled happily and said affirmatively, "Yes, Alan! What really determines our future is our choice."

Dumbledore finally felt relieved, and said bluntly, "Speaking of which, you seem to have had trouble with Professor Quirrell recently? Has something happened?"

The blond crown prince calmed down.

His sea-blue eyes were filled with anger, and he whispered, "He peeped into my brain, sir."

The old man's white eyebrows slowly knit together, and he said in disbelief, "What?"

The blond boy's hand holding the black teacup slowly tightened, his joints turned tragically white, but his sea blue eyes calmed down.

He repeated, "He peeped into my brain, sir.

"That's when I was thinking, he just saw a bunch of books, but I'm still pissed!"

Dumbledore leaned forward, patted the blond hair gently, and comforted, "I'm deeply sorry for this, child. Believe me, in a little more time, everything will pass."

He seemed to explain something, but saw Alan nodded restrainedly.

The blond crown prince said softly, "I know, sir. Everything must be based on the overall situation. As long as the stone is not obtained by him, Hogwarts is safe."

Those azure blue eyes were a little surprised, and gradually became gentle and loving.

Talking to such a sensitive child, many things really don't need to be said.

Dumbledore smiled, "The Sorcerer's Stone is safe, don't worry, Alan."

He hesitated to take out a book wrapped in black, slowly handed it to Alan, and said softly, "Alan, I know that person has been luring you to learn about black magic..."

The old man's shoulders slumped, but he insisted,

"If you are interested in this aspect, this book is more suitable for you."

Alan was almost unbelievable. He took the book slowly and thanked the old man for his trust.

On the title page of that book was "The Basics of the Dark Arts" printed, with a name written in dashing handwriting underneath.

A name that symbolizes the tragedy of an old man's life.

—Gellert Grindelwald.

Allen closed the book calmly and put it in his pocket.

Dumbledore looked at him with sad blue eyes.

He said, "Alan, I just want to send you a word - don't be disturbed by black magic. If you feel that you are going in a bad direction, remember to think about your original purpose."

The old man said softly, "Remember the original intention, don't forget it."

Allen stood up and saluted the other party.

He said firmly, "Don't worry, I will definitely stick to the responsibility of the crown prince and the duty of guardian!"

The blond boy hesitated, and finally said, "I heard about what happened to you from my teacher's wife—here, I apologize to you for my previous offense."

Dumbledore's expression was indescribable.

He hugged Fox with a wry smile, as if the warmth of Phoenix could warm his heart.

He pursed his mouth like a child, "Shame on the students! Perenelle must have told you!"

After this conversation, a suspicious old man finally regarded Allen as a reliable comrade in arms.

He treats Allen like an ordinary child, loving and gentle, tolerant and tolerant; he treats Allen like an adult, respectful and reliable, and explores knowledge.

After countless ups and downs, the principal and the crown prince, who were suspicious of each other, seemed to have become friends.