Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Allen hesitantly, and said softly, "Your Highness... Lockhart..."

Allen showed a comforting smile, "Don't worry, Harry—I'm proficient in healing magic."

He lifted Lockhart's silence barrier, and the screams of weeping and crying echoed through the tent.

At this time, Lockhart was not confident and calm, and the dignity of the so-called famous wizard was forgotten.

He wept, "Oh, my leg, I'm disabled - oh! It's all because of you! All careers of the great Lockhart were cut short!"

Allen restrained the boredom in his heart.

...How can there be such a person who is usually vain and flashy, boasting that he is omnipotent, but never thinks of a solution after the accident, and just stays where he is and howls?

According to etiquette, he smiled and comforted,

"Well, Professor Lockhart - I am proficient in healing magic and can heal your leg in an instant."

Lockhart took a careful look at his own legs, covered his face again and howled.

"That's impossible! I know it's fake! You're just afraid that your reputation will be damaged!"

Allen sneered, "But you often say this - boasting of your own abilities, huh?

"If you can build a teleportation array in an instant, then I can also heal you in an instant."

Lockhart was crying, tears and snot all over his face.

He took out his handkerchief and blew his nose vigorously, "It's all fake! I can't do it at all..."

Harry and Alan narrowed their eyes at the same time.

The embarrassed professor suddenly stopped, as if he wanted to act as if nothing had happened, but couldn't help but look at his legs with tears streaming down his face.

"...You didn't even think about saving me, you're all lying to me! You're just kidding me!

"I am a great wizard, and I should be treated like a savior! But what have you all done? You think the great Lockhart is mediocre..."

Harry rolled his eyes vaguely.

Allen stood there with a half-smile, intending to see how outrageous things this idiot could say.

Lockhart wiped away his tears, looked at the blond boy, and suddenly said jealously, "It's you—it's your Muggle father!

"He was crowned when I was ten years old - I deserved to be welcomed and treated like that! I deserved the praise of the world!"

Allen smiled gently, with a hint of murder in his smile.

well.

very good.

How dare this stupid idiot compare himself to His Majesty the King?

The smile was so terrible that Harry swallowed, and carefully took a step towards the door, away from a certain angry crown prince.

Lockhart was still moaning to himself.

"But what have I gained? They regard me as the most mediocre person... How much effort and hard work have I put in to get this honor...

"But you all ruined it!

"My fame, my work, my great business... Oh, I can't take any more risks! I can't write great books, I can't get famous without risks..."

He looked at his legs distraught, "Well, I'm disabled now - no one will care about me anymore.

"I'm just a useless person now..."

He was crying so hard that Harry couldn't help himself.

After all, Lockhart is also a wizard who has done many great deeds... Losing his legs is indeed too cruel for him.

The savior frowned sympathetically, pulled Allen's sleeves bravely, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness... Otherwise, you'd better save him..."

Allen has long since lost his patience.

He held back his anger, patted the savior's hand comfortingly, looked at Lockhart again, and said coldly,

"That's enough, Professor Lockhart. I can heal your leg, and in return, you keep today's affairs a secret. How?"

Lockhart stopped sobbing, and reluctantly nodded his head, frightened by the vague killing intent.

Harry stood on the side tremblingly, wanting to ask, will Lockhart really not tell what happened today?

If he writes this matter in a book and spreads nonsense, won't it hurt His Highness?

But when he thought about——

How could Lockhart write about his embarrassment in the book?

The savior calmed down and watched Alan's spellcasting.

The blond crown prince waved his wand nonchalantly.

I didn't see any movement from him, but Lockhart's face suddenly became painful, and all sounds were isolated.

Harry was taken aback, but he quickly made an exclamation expression—

The two rubber-like long legs unexpectedly filled up slowly.Although Lockhart was writhing in pain, those legs were indeed recovering.

He exclaimed, "Your Highness, this is..."

Allen rounded up the topic thoroughly, "Special healing magic—don't worry, growing bones is always uncomfortable."

He didn't lie.

This is a very powerful healing magic. Under the guidance of Salazar, he created it by combining the characteristics of black magic. He called it the glory of Apollo.

This magic has absorbed the high efficiency of black magic, but it will inevitably leave some harmful effects - while it has an unparalleled recovery speed, it will also bring extremely strong pain.

But Allen doesn't care about that.

After all, this magic can heal all wounds.

Including black magic curses.

——It is simply tailor-made for the crown prince who needs to remain powerful and elegant at all times.

Having experienced Apollo, he erected a silent barrier immediately after casting the spell.

Harry saw Lockhart showing a very painful expression, but didn't make a sound, so he knew that this was Alan's best silencing spell.

He thought, so His Highness has already mastered casting spells without a staff?

Allen noticed his expression and explained, "It's just that this spell is too common."

The sea-blue eyes looked up a little.

...he didn't want to reveal the secret of wandless spellcasting yet.After all, just a silent spell is scary enough.

After a while—Harry didn't think it had been as long as brushing his own teeth—Lockhart's leg bones grew back.

He can finally stand up.

He glared at Alan and Harry fiercely, and said, "Don't try to turn this over easily!"

He threatened, "I'll write what happened today in a book, so that everyone will know who you really are. Aha, the Muggle crown prince who is in league with the house-elf...

"The title of our book is The Malevolent Face of the Muggle Crown Prince, how about it?"

He turned triumphant.

"Oh, I know your status among Muggleborns, but if they knew your true face, would they support you as the crown prince again?"

Allen slowly sneered, "Then what do you want to do? Professor Lockhart."

Harry was shaking with anger.

He couldn't imagine that there was someone more disgusting than Dudley in this world!

He roared angrily, "This is not His Highness's problem at all! If it wasn't for humiliating Dobby yourself, would he want to pull out your bones?

"If His Highness doesn't heal you, your legs will be useless!"

Allen laughed back angrily, and said softly, "How about this, Professor Lockhart...you forget what happened today, and from now on, how about we seriously cooperate with your classroom tasks?"

Lockhart still wanted to take the opportunity to say something.

However, a familiar feeling came, and he only felt that his limbs seemed to be petrified, and he couldn't move at all.

It was as if the vitality stagnated again.

He finally thought of the threat of the Muggle crown prince.

For a month, because of the other party's calmness and restraint, he almost forgot this point, but now it seems to be the reappearance of the first lesson.

He showed fear and forced himself to say a word, "...Okay."

Allen patted Harry and said, "Okay, Harry. The matter is settled-you go back to the castle first, and I will have a few words with the professor."

He blinked his left eye lightly.

Harry seemed to realize something—His Royal Highness must have warned Lockhart a few words, and he didn't want to be seen by him.

He showed a silly smile and ran out happily.