Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

This smile is so hateful in the eyes of the other two.

Voldemort roared and charged in "Zeus", but was trapped inside.

Draco was so frightened that he took a step back, crying in his voice, "Ah! Allen...seal him, seal him!"

Voldemort: ...

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be furious, or to lament that Malfoy's generation is not as good as the previous generation.

Allen raised his hand and dragged the blocked Voldemort over, and had a face-to-face with Draco.

The little peacock looked like he was going to faint.

Voldemort looked even more enraged.

Allen looked a little dissatisfied, and patted Draco on the back, "Master Malfoy, look clearly, he is trapped to death now - show the courage of your grandfather Abraxas!"

Draco tried his best to suppress the rolled up eyes, and looked at the furious Voldemort wanting to cry without tears, and waved at him with tears hanging down his face in horror.

"... hello, Voldemort."

Voldemort roared and rushed towards Draco, but was pulled back by "Zeus".

Draco's legs softened, and he half-kneeled on the ground, holding Alan's thigh and crying, "... Alan, Alan, can you do it? If you don't watch one of them, he will kill us when he comes out! "

Allen rubbed his eyebrows.

He never expected this to be the result.

Sea blue eyes looked indifferently at the black mist rushing around in Zeus, and angrily threw him back into the sealing box.

The slender fingers closed the lid calmly and steadily, and the world became clean all of a sudden.

... leaving only Malfoy's dry howling.

Allen pressed the opponent's head, and his hands were immediately covered with hairspray.

...it appears his pants were not spared.

He said helplessly, "Draco Malfoy! Don't cry, I sealed him back!"

Draco slowly stopped sobbing.

He looked around, but he didn't see the black mist colliding in the invisible barrier, and climbed up with difficulty.

He tried his best to maintain his standing posture, and said dully, "Allen, if you want me to die, just say it...don't scare me like that..."

Master Malfoy tried his best to sort out his logic, licked his dry lips, and said, "Well——if I offend you one day, give me a good time, and don't torment me!"

Alan:  …

He tried to take a deep breath, and tried to comfort him, "Why should I kill you? You have given me loyalty, haven't you?"

Draco looked at him with a smile that was uglier than crying.

The blond boy turned his head away, unable to look directly, and sighed, "I'll give you a minute to sort out your expression."

One minute later, Allen got a barely supported Malfoy who seemed to have lost his soul.

He sighed, helped him to sit on the sofa, and sat beside the little peacock himself, showing a gentle smile.

"Draco, you are too afraid of Voldemort. In order to help you better build Malfoy's glory, I decided to do something."

His slender fingers snapped open the magic box, and dragged out the cloud of black mist again.

Voldemort growled, "Alan Kang..."

Before he finished speaking, he was sealed back again.

Draco's scream was caught in his throat, almost smothered.

He tried to swallow the scream, his gray-blue eyes had lost their luster.

"Alan Cornwall, what on earth have I offended you? Your present—the present is on the table..."

Malfoy tried hard to run away, but was pinned firmly on the sofa.

He was crying, "I prepared Nimbus 2001 for you, it's in the broom shed at Hogwarts, and I put the photo on your desk..."

Alan:  …

This look made him a little unbearable.

He smiled, patted the little peacock on the back, and said gently, "I'm not taking revenge on you, I'm sincerely saying that I'm helping you create the glory of Malfoy!"

He hooked his fingers and dragged Voldemort out again.

Voldemort growled, "Alan Cornish!"

The blood-red eyes stared at the blond boy, then looked angrily at the little peacock next to him, and roared, "Draco Malfoy, very good, Lucius has betrayed the Dark Lord!"

He hissed, "The Dark Lord will make Malfoy pay!"

Draco was almost stunned by the growl.

He tilted his head blankly, as if desensitized, looked at the black mist, laughed absurdly, and looked at the blond boy next to him.

He said, "Look, Alan, here's a fool."

Alan:  …

He was really starting to worry about Little Peacock's mental state now.

He tentatively asked, "Draco... Otherwise, I'll lock him back first?"

Draco waved his hand and said, "It's none of his business. You tell me first, he can't get rid of your - what's that - Zeus, right?"

Allen looked at him and said affirmatively, "Yes."

Draco nodded.

Inspired by the courage of the belated Malfoy, he stood up, drew his wand, and said, "Voldemort, I—"

"Malfoy!"

Voldemort growled.

Draco trembled in fright, he folded his arms over his head, and carefully exposed his eyes.

--Safety.

He laughed and crossed his arms confidently.

"Dark Lord? What a trapped wretch!"

Malfoy shook his head, pointed his wand at him, and said, "What did you just say? Are you going to make Malfoy pay?"

The little peacock's face turned cold.

He said, "Idiot's dreaming—dizzy! Disarm! Get out! Tarentella dance! Slack off as much as you can!"

Malfoy waved his wand viciously.

Allen tilted his head a little sluggishly.

...It seems, probably, maybe... Desensitization succeeded?

He thought about it, and released a little bit of magic power, so that Draco's spell could penetrate into Voldemort's soul.

The heart-piercing pain directly fuels the soul.

Voldemort howled in pain.

Those gray-blue eyes are so calm, vaguely remembering the panic when I was a child——

At that time, he was sleeping peacefully in Narcissa's arms, while she knelt down on the ground in panic, trembling slightly.

Beside them was the humble and prostrate Lucius.

The mighty Malfoy humbly begged the tyrant on the throne, begging, "Master, I assure you, the boy in the prophecy will never be Draco..."

The dark monarch on the throne laughed coldly, raised a white magic wand, and said indifferently, "Pierce the heart!"

Lucius wailed in pain and curled up on the ground, but he didn't dare to make the slightest resistance.

How humble that is.

Just to save his life.

Draco's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "You despicable moth! How dare you insult Malfoy's glory! Go to hell!"

He said viciously, "Awada—"

Allen grabbed the hawthorn wand.

It seemed to be suffering from the master's malice, and howled faintly.

Allen said softly, "Draco, this is at school - still using your wand."

He calmly took out the wand from the platinum boy's hand, waved his hand again, and sealed Voldemort back into "Zeus".

The blond boy patted the little peacock's back comfortingly, and said softly, "It's all over."

——Yes, the Muggle Crown Prince, who has had countless memory disturbances, knows that it is a painful memory surging.

He whispered, "That's just a memory."

Draco pushed the blond jerk away viciously, wiping away tears again and again.

He said fiercely, "I can kill him!"

Allen admitted, "I know."

He took a step forward and stretched out his right hand, "Draco, you have defeated him instead of Malfoy!"

He comforted gently and tenderly, "You have killed the fear in your heart and avenged your grandfather and father."

Allen stepped forward, handed back the wand in his hand, and said, "Draco, you are the best Malfoy, and your father will be proud of you.

"—From now on, Malfoy doesn't need to live at Voldemort's feet, you can enjoy your own wealth and Malfoy's dignity at will."

He said, "Draco, I'm so proud of you!"

Draco finally burst into tears.

With a hoarse voice, he smiled absurdly and said, "... Ellen Cornwall, you are such a bastard!"