Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked back at the tall Mirror of Erised and sighed, "Ah... I have set up a strange little magic here.

"Only those who do not want to get the Philosopher's Stone can take it out of the mirror."

The old man looked at Alan and said, "Many people can't resist the temptation of the Mirror of Erised, and there are not a few who go crazy in front of it. Alan, don't you want to take a look?"

Allen looked back uninterestedly.

He doesn't care about the Mirror of Erised any more than he cares about the Philosopher's Stone.

"...sir, if you have nothing else to do, please allow me to go back to sleep."

The boy frowned slightly angrily, and rarely raised his voice, "It's past midnight now! Did you forget that I'm only 11 years old!"

Dumbledore summoned Fox with a smile, and asked him to grab the phoenix's tail feathers, "Okay, kid... go to sleep, good night."

It's been a tossing night...

Allen grabbed Fox's tail feathers with a straight face, and was sent back to the Slytherin common room by Phoenix.He cast a silencing spell and finally sank into the soft bed,

Soon, the final grades came out, and everyone received their own transcripts.

The good life of little wizards is over.

They were howling, or jumping excitedly, or rejoicing for the rest of their lives...

No.1 has almost no suspense.

Allen passed easily with a perfect score.

No.2 is Hermione.

This little witch lived up to her efforts of getting up early and working late at night, she was a full five points higher than Draco.

No.3, yes, is Draco.

The little peacock's tail drooped regretfully for a moment, and then it immediately cocked up, laughing happily at Harry.

As for the savior...

He got No.13 in the whole grade.

Strange ranking.

According to legend, the 13th falls on Friday and is called "Black Friday".

Many people taboo the number "13", because they firmly believe that as long as the 13th of each month, 12 witches (witches) will hold a carnival night party, and the 13th devil Satan will appear at the climax of the night party, bringing people bring disaster.

but……

Harry really is a wizard, isn't he?

Just thinking about this, Harry walked over to Allen expectantly.

He seemed to have something to say, but he wasn't too embarrassed.

Allen came back to his senses and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment. He wrung his fingers and asked nervously, "Your Highness... it's almost summer vacation. I mean..."

Allen laughed and said, "If it's because of this, don't worry, Balmoral welcomes you anytime!"

Harry pursed his lips and said, "Yes, I know you have been very kind to me...but, Headmaster Dumbledore insisted that I go back to live with my aunt..."

This is strange.

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly, and groaned as he brought the savior to the principal's office.

Dumbledore looked at them helplessly, and blinked his eyes behind half-moon lenses, "Oh... well, since you insist--"

He looked at Harry and said softly, "Oh, Harry. Your mother died to save you. A deep love like your mother's will leave its mark on you.

Harry couldn't help raising his hand to stroke the scar.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "It's not a scar, it's not a visible mark...

"Being loved so deeply by someone, even though the person who loved us is dead, leaves us with a talisman that lasts forever. It's in your skin."

Allen pondered, "Blood magic?"

Dumbledore, who was caught off guard by being exposed: ...

The old man nodded helplessly, "Yes. So, Harry, you must stay at your aunt's house for a while... Back then, I sent you there because Petunia was your only relative."

Harry's green eyes dimmed.

He had no choice but to nod and asked, "But how long will I live there?"

Dumbledore pondered, and said, "At least half a month—stay as long as you can, Harry. As long as you're there, Voldemort won't be able to find you."

Allen lowered his eyes slightly.

This Dark Lord is trapped here!Of course Harry Potter would not be found.

He heard Harry say disheartenedly, "Okay... well, then, sir, I'd like to ask a few more questions."

The Savior asked, "Snape didn't seem to steal the Philosopher's Stone, is the Philosopher's Stone safe now?"

Dumbledore glanced at Allen next to him, and said helplessly, "Of course. In fact, Harry—it's Professor Snape, because Quirrell is the one who really wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry was dumbfounded.

He couldn't move his tongue, and asked, "What? But Snape..."

"It's Professor Snape!"

"Oh...Professor Snape, he looks..."

Allen said helplessly, "He does not look like a good person, but he does cherish the friendship with your mother. Didn't you find that every time he sees your eyes, he won't sneer anymore?"

Harry stuttered and couldn't speak.

After a while, he covered his face in frustration, "Oh, Merlin! What have I done!"

He was crying, "Okay, then Quirrell... he didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, did he?"

Dumbledore swallowed a candy and handed over the task of explaining to Allen.

Harry listened blankly to the cause and effect, and when he heard that Voldemort possessed Quirrell, he took a deep breath, and when he heard that Quirrell was drained of his life force and died, he sighed silently.

He said, "Voldemort is such a bastard! I must beat him!"

The savior's eyes blazed with anger, almost from justice.

Allen thought strangely.

...Why does it feel like a fairy tale world?

When Dumbledore finally finished his candy, he leaned slightly and asked, "Any questions, Harry?"

Harry shook his head, as if remembering something, he asked, "Do you know who gave me my Invisibility Cloak?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and blinked playfully, "Oh, your father lent it to me...I will return it to you now!

"It's a very useful thing... When your father was studying here, he mainly relied on it to sneak into the kitchen and steal food."

Harry finally laughed and stood up abruptly, "I haven't asked Professor Snape for a picture of my mother yet!"

He quickly said goodbye to Dumbledore and Allen, and ran out of the principal's office.

Alan:  …

He looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, "Sir, can Harry really get the photo from Professor Snape?"

The old man shrugged, his blue eyes blinking lively.

really……

At the dinner where the Academy Cup was announced that night, Allen saw the savior with a mournful face and a big bat with a black face in the distance.

The blonde crown prince doesn't care about their grievances.

He looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, under countless stars, decorated with dark green and silver Slytherin banners.

This is the glory of Slytherin.

Even if this eccentric headmaster gave Harry and the others 150 points for their upholding of justice, it still couldn't overcome Slytherin's absolute advantage.

Slytherin has won the House Cup for the seventh consecutive year!

Snape finally showed a stern smile, which was a little weird on his face - the black-robed professor hadn't smiled for a long time.

Of course, the Headmaster remembers giving Alan 60 points for defending the Philosopher's Stone from the prying eyes of the Dark Lord.

All the Muggleborns cheered and clapped, nearly shaking the Great Hall.

The little Slytherin snakes froze and clapped their hands sparingly a few times.

Allen stood up with a smile, and leaned over to salute calmly and gracefully.

He sat down, glanced at the little snakes beside him, and smiled confidently.

—Look at this great gift.

These children probably never thought that the Dark Lord is still alive, right?So, how should the pure-blood family treat him, the Muggle crown prince?

It's really exciting!