Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This weekend, Allen stayed in the dormitory, feeling the inner protective circle of Hogwarts under the command of Salazar.

This formation is too large.

Even with the assistance of the magic factor, Allen couldn't understand its whole picture for a while.

It was completed thousands of years ago, but it is timeless.

Salazar snorted and said, "This was built by the four of us. Of course it is extraordinary!"

Allen smiled and complimented him, "The four founders have left their names in history."

Salazar ignored him, and every time this junior spoke very nicely, he would ask for something else.

Sure enough, the blond boy went ahead and said, "Can you tell me your story? The history of magic is too brief."

Snake ancestor rolled up and patted his head, got into his pocket and ignored him.

Allen rubbed the place where it was knocked-this picture frame is a metal product, and the weight is really heavy.

He wanted to call Salazar again, but the snake ancestor refused to come out no matter what.

"..."

Such a grown man, is he still so childish?

Allen had to study magic theory.

He is very interested in Grindelwald's Blue Fire, which seems to be a collection of Iron Armor Curse, Fiercefire Curse and Pact of Allegiance, both offensive and defensive, big or small.

It can be called a spell to travel the world.

——If the blue Fiercefire can be reproduced, can it reduce some resistance when finding the mother?

Thinking about that scene, when he let go of the blue Fiercefire, Grindelwald's identity and position were naturally made clear, and everyone could sit down and talk in a cordial and friendly manner.

Allen twirled his fingers, and a small cluster of Firefire jumped up at his fingertips.

The fiery red flames danced briskly, and the orange flame core was faintly visible.

He lightly hooked his fingers, and the color of the flames changed, becoming as blue as blue, with the faint blue flavor of the legendary hellhound.

The dancing flames were reflected in those sea-blue eyes, and it was hard to tell which one was hotter and which one was colder.

Allen thought about it, and tried to incorporate the Iron Armor Curse into it, so that the attacking Fiendfire had a protective function.

fail……

His slender fingers brushed against Fiendfire, almost getting burned.

The magic factors gathered around his fingers, protesting his recklessness.

Allen frowned slightly, yes, Fiercefire is inseparable from the enemy.

If Fiendfire cannot be given instructions to protect his master, and if Fiendfire gets out of control at that time... that would be really nice.

No, let him think about it.

Fiercefire is an evil fire, belonging to black magic, and it is a malicious variant of the blazing flame, which will burn everything without distinction.

Grindelwald's blue fire seems to be conscious, and can actively attack the enemy while protecting his own people.

This seems to be somewhat similar to contact badges?

Allen gathered his fingers, extinguished the small cluster of fire, stood up, and looked at the huge squid floating outside the magic window.

He thought, transforming Fiendfire with alchemy?

No, not realistic.

Or, implement magical idealism?

Allen was amused by himself, but he planned to give it a try.

He separated his feet, closed his eyes and meditated, then opened them and raised his hand.

A cluster of blue flames danced in his palm, and he brushed over the flames, feeling the icy intimacy of the flames.The young man clasped his palm lightly, let Li Huo fall to the ground, and drew a circle around himself with his fingers.

He stood quietly in the raging fire, as if he would be burned to ashes in no time.

Draco pushed the door open, startled by the sight.

Immediately he drew his wand, and stammered, "Clear water is like a spring! Clear water is like a spring!"

Not only did the fire not go away, but it became more ferocious, baring its teeth at him like a wild beast.

Holding the wand blankly, the little peacock broke down and said, "What is this! Alan, it can't be extinguished! Come here!"

Allen raised his eyes, raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, Draco, it's just Fiendfire."

Draco: ...

"Just" Fiendfire?You have a big heart!Do you know what it looks like when it burns!

However, the blond bastard on the opposite side ordered without any surprise, "Attack me, Draco."

He didn't want to cooperate, and said weakly, "Alan, what are you going to do?"

Allen smiled, his face turned cold, "Attack me, immediately!"

He reassured, "I can stop it—Professor Flitwick can't beat me."

Draco thought about it, so he hesitated and took out his wand, coughed lightly, "Let's say it first, if you hit me, you can't take revenge on me!"

Allen showed a shallow smile, "Don't worry, I promise."

The little peacock finally felt relieved, and said to him, "The oolong came out of the hole!"

A black snake landed on the floor out of nowhere, before it got close, it was burned to ashes by Fiendfire.

Allen observed Fiercefire's direction, and ordered, "Use other spells, except your weapon or something."

Draco swallowed, stroked the handle of his wand, and said to Allen, "Dizzy!"

A red light flew away.

Allen half cast the Iron Armor Curse, observing Fiendfire.

They lingered, and when the spell was about to reach Alan standing in the center, they realized what they were going to do, and ate the spell in one gulp.

This move stunned the two teenagers present.

Draco's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Alan...I, why did I think of Grindelwald? You...you didn't do it like him, did you?"

He dared not say a word.

—Do you want to be the next Dark Lord?

Allen stared fixedly at the Fiendfire, lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

Although the sensitivity is not enough, it looks a bit silly... But, it will be better if you practice more, isn't it?

With a whirl of his footsteps, Fiendfire stopped immediately, and was finally crushed by his fingertips.

He looked at the trembling little peacock leniently, "Remember to keep it secret, Draco—you are the only one who knows."

Draco shut his mouth tightly and nodded desperately.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Trust a Malfoy, Alan."

Alan:  …

He laughed and shook his head slightly, "I don't trust Malfoy, but I trust you."

Draco froze, his eyes floating.

After a while, he suddenly recalled, and suddenly looked at Alan beside him.

The nasty blond jerk is already sipping tea!

He walked over angrily, "What did you say just now, once Malfoy gives his loyalty, it will never change for the rest of his life!

"Even you, you can't question Malfoy's glory!"

Allen looked at him and smiled, and said, "I never questioned Malfoy's glory, but I believe in Draco more than Malfoy. Huh?"

He got up and patted Draco's chest lightly - that was exactly where the heart was, and the heart almost stopped for a moment.

"We have to create even greater glory!"

Draco stood there blankly, and it took him a while to recover, "No...I'm here to invite you to dinner!"