Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This is a very spacious room, with torches burning on the walls on both sides, but the whole room is very brightly illuminated.

Allen walked down the steps slowly, watching Quirrell turn around in front of a tall mirror, muttering something.

"I've seen I got the Philosopher's Stone! I've seen it! But how do I get it..."

He folded his arms and looked at the other party without any panic - the set of alchemy products on his body was enough to offset the other party's perception.

The sea-blue eyes turned slightly, looking at the strange magic mirror.

It was a very imposing mirror, reaching to the ceiling, framed in gold, and supported by two claw-shaped feet.

There is a long inscription on the top of the magic mirror——

[Eris Stella Ohruait Ubi Kafruait on Voorhes].

Allen paused, looked from right to left, and realized the secret of this mirror, he sighed in his heart, [ishownotyourfacebutyourheartsdesire.]

(I'm not showing your face, but your deepest desire.)

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Harry couldn't move when he saw his parents.

He closed his eyes lightly, too lazy to wait obediently for the savior to come.At that time, how would he trap Quirrell?

Allen lowered his right arm.

The wand slipped from his sleeve and was gripped by long fingers.

——When facing the Dark Lord, always show due sincerity.

His blond hair hung slightly, and he waved his wand lightly, like a baton in an orchestra.

Quirrell let out a shrill cry.

"Ah - lord, master! My magic, I... I can't breathe!"

Like Nott, he was unable to support himself, fell to the ground, and was trapped in the domain of "Zeus".

Voldemort's voice shrieked, "You idiot! Arise, don't play dead! We are one step away, one step away! The Dark Lord will soon regain his power!"

Allen smiled slightly, and pressed the gemstone on the school manager's ring to remove the invisibility effect.

He stroked his heart gracefully, but did not bow down.

No one deserves the crown prince's heartfelt gift except the king and queen.

- out of gentlemanly demeanor does not count.

Allen showed a calm smile under control, and said loudly, "Good evening, Professor!"

Voldemort floated up from Quirrell like a cloud of black mist, with only his red eyes showing faintly.

He looked angrily at the boy in front of him.

"Alan Cornwall! You have betrayed the Dark Lord!"

Allen shook his head lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "If you never belong, how can you talk about betrayal?"

Voldemort calmed down.

He indifferently withdrew from Quirrell's body, completely sucking out the life force of the opponent.

Allen watched Quirrell become a corpse, and he still maintained the pain of being trapped by "Zeus" until his death.

He smiled unemotionally, "Voldemort, is this how you treat your loyal subordinates?"

Voldemort twisted his face, "The Dark Lord will remember his worth. He has made great achievements for the resurrection of the Dark Lord."

His voice was clearly soft, but mixed with roaring rage.

Allen didn't want to talk nonsense with this kind of person anymore, he sighed, "An antisocial personality."

With a wave of his wand, "Zeus" was completely blocked, transferred from Quirrell to Voldemort.

The black mist rushed back and forth angrily, but was trapped in it.

Allen smiled and took out the magic box that sealed Salazar before - the magic pattern of this box was more complicated than last time, and it seemed that its effectiveness had increased a lot.

He drew his wand closer to him, compressed the cloud of black mist into a small ball, and stuffed it in.

Voldemort screamed, "The Dark Lord's soul has nowhere to go, the Dark Lord never dies—"

The slender fingers clasped the box, and the world became clean.

He took out another silver box from his pocket. This box was well sealed, and the lid was engraved with complicated and complicated magic circles, which was just a circle larger than the magic box in his hand.

The magic box that once sealed the snake ancestor was put into the silver box, and Voldemort had the treatment that the snake ancestor never had - the double blockade of "Zeus".

Allen put the box in his pocket.

He didn't care whether the Dark Lord was truly immortal, as long as this dirty soul was sealed here peacefully, and it was fine not to make trouble for him.

Everything seems to be over.

Allen sighed and looked at Quirrell's body. After all, he turned a stone into a sarcophagus and put the opponent in it with a floating spell.

The heavy coffin lid settled down, causing a little dust to fall gently.

A little greed and desire for power, and even this.

He'd thought he'd loathe the corpse enough to vomit.

But he didn't.

After witnessing the tragic situation after the collapse of the red giant in the north, after seeing the glorious Patriotic Medal being sold for only a few breads, after witnessing the tragic situation of countless people freezing to death and starving to death...

The death of the wicked could no longer touch him.

What's more, this person can only say that he is self-inflicted.

The sea-blue eyes raised slightly, reflecting the light of the torch next to him, looking at the majestic Mirror of Erised.

—Do you show your inner desire?

Allen smiled flatly, paused for a moment, retreated firmly, and went back.

——He never knew what he wanted, and he didn't need to rely on outsiders and things.

The crown prince lowered his eyes lightly, let the blond hair lightly cover his eyes, and silently crossed himself on his chest.