Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Alan hugged the book symbolically, and "ran into" the Gryffindor prefect outside the library.

Percy originally frowned, but when he saw his brows relaxed, he said warmly, "Your Highness, good morning. Why are you in the library today? I rarely see you here."

Allen smiled, "I recently found something of interest in History of Magic, and I came here to find out if there are any related books."

Hearing the other party's flattering exclamation, he asked with a sideways glance, "How is Ginny? Is her cold better?"

Percy paused and sighed worriedly.

"...No, Your Highness. Her condition is getting worse."

He twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "You don't know, Fred and George poured cold water for several days to confirm the efficacy of cold medicine, and went to bed at night without a quilt...

His face was flushed, almost as red as the red hair in their blood.

"Well, please don't take it too seriously, Fred and George are really rowdy. That's it - they took your medicine and got better in a couple of days. But Ginny..."

He heaved a long sigh.

"Ginny is still the same, she hasn't been well... We are worried about her, so I came to the library on purpose to find out if there are any books that can help me."

Percy was so absorbed in worrying about his little sister that he didn't notice the expression of the blond boy beside him.

Those sea blue eyes are so deep.

Allen thought, maybe he found the controlled "Heir of Slytherin".

He was concerned, "Maybe you can take me to see Ginny? I know some medicine in the Muggle world. If Ginny just has a cold, I think I can cure it."

Percy cheered up and said excitedly, "That's great! I'll take you right away!"

They found an empty classroom, and Percy sent a letter with a Patronus.

After a while, the Weasley twins put Ginny on their shoulders and came running out of breath.

Ginny was wearing a thick winter cloak and they wrapped three scarves around her. She was put on the ground blushing and ran quickly to Percy's side.

Panting heavily, Ron ran in after them, complaining, "Fred, George - can't you run slower?"

Percy was taken aback by the sight.

He blushed angrily, slapped his poor little sister, and punched each of the twins.

"You two - why are you carrying Ginny? She'll be sick!"

Fred and George died of injustice.

"Injustice..."

"Too wronged!"

"We definitely didn't mean to do this!"

"...Ginny really doesn't want to come with us!"

"We had to carry her here!"

Percy narrowed his eyes and looked at Ron coldly. Seeing the somewhat dull little brother nodding wildly, he reluctantly let the twins go.

He said coldly, "Don't be an example!"

Fred spread his hands, "Compared to this..."

"Should you be quiet!" George answered, pointing to Alan next to him.

Percy was startled, and turned his head hesitantly.

Allen gently asked Ginny to sit on the chair, and silently erected the barrier of confusion.

In the eyes of the four Weasley boys, it was the sitting blond boy who was seriously asking the doctor.

Ron sighed, "Alan is so nice..."

Fred had to cover his mouth with a "snap," shook his hands in disgust, and said in a low voice, "Shut up!"

Allen smiled, sat next to the girl, and said gently, "Ginny, I remember you were the first batch of students to catch a cold, and it was the October flu..."

"But it's mid-November now, and you're still not well. I'm very worried about you and want to see how you're doing."

Ginny was so pale that she looked almost like a ghost.

She pressed her lips tightly and said stubbornly, "I'm fine."

Allen hooked his fingers, and the magic factor jumped around the girl, and ran back with a "swish," accusing the girl of the faint curse.

[Same as the bad guy from last year! ]

?

The magic factor hit him on the head, as if to accuse him of his terribly slow reflexes.

[That's the poor man whose life force was extracted. ]

Allen paused, lowered his eyes slightly and smiled, "Actually, I know—you didn't have a cold. You were controlled by someone."

Ginny stood up suddenly, looking at him in shock, not even noticing the chair that tripped over and made a loud noise.

She stammered, "What?"

Allen also got up slowly, pressed his heart gracefully, and let it out in a vain manner, expressing his sincerity.

He raised his eyes and said directly, "It's Voldemort."

Ginny's eyes widened, and she looked like she was going to faint with shock, and she screamed, "Don't mention that name!"

She was so nervous.

In such a state, it is impossible to ask any news.

Allen had to comfort her first.

He half-raised his hand, pressed down weakly, and said gently, "Please calm down, Ginny. I have absolutely no malice!

"On the contrary, I wanted to ask about you because I am on good terms with everyone in the Weasley family."

Ginny bit her fingers nervously, then quickly put her hands behind her back nervously, and said in a crying voice, "What does this have to do with that person?"

Allen said softly, "Ginny...you wrote the bloody words, released the basilisk, and hurt Mrs. Norris, right?

"...Yes, I know, I know that's not what you meant.

"You're just being controlled, Ginny."

He said softly, "Tell me... have you come into contact with any strange magic items, or any strange people? I'll help you deal with them.

"Whether it's the secret room, the basilisk, or that item, I can help you deal with it!"

With trembling lips, Ginny crouched down collapsed, covering her face and crying.

"I didn't mean it! I definitely didn't mean to hurt anyone!"

Allen comforted her softly, and it took her a while to calm down.

Ginny shrank, and said slowly, "It's a black leather diary—I saw it during the summer vacation, and thought it was a second-hand item I bought together.

"It's a little old, with a name engraved on it..."

Allen said softly, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The girl looked at him in shock.

But he didn't give any explanation, just said, "Ginny, I wonder if you've ever played with character sort?"

Allen took out his wand and wrote the name in mid-air.

He waved his wand lightly, and the dozen or so letters slowly changed, gradually forming a sentence.

"iamlordvoldemort. (I am Voldemort.)"

Ginny trembled, staring blankly at the sentence.

She trembled, "I thought..."

I thought he was a gentle senior from years ago and treated him like a secret friend.

The two of us talked almost everything.

She covered her face in fear, "What have I done?"

Allen sighed and handed over a piece of chocolate, and said warmly, "Ginny, it's not your fault—many adult wizards can't resist his Imperius Curse, let alone you are only a first-year student.

"So, can you tell me where the diary is?"

Ginny looked up at him, grabbed her hand and said, "Riddle... um, the mysterious man tried to control me before, I was a little scared, so I threw it away..."

Alan:  …

He calmed down, and comforted, "It's okay, it's okay to throw away such a dangerous thing—do you remember where you threw it?"

Ginny said softly, "Myrtle's bathroom."

Seeing that Allen was a little puzzled, she explained in a low voice, "She is a ghost who has been hovering in the women's bathroom on the second floor, crying constantly.

"Because of her, no one wants to stay there. Over time, it becomes abandoned. Everyone has classes on the second floor and has to go to the bathroom on the third floor."

Allen blinked slightly.

...Isn't that the exit of Hai Erbo?

It turns out that Myrtle is the student who was killed that year?

He concentrated his eyes, helped the girl in front of him up, handed over a box of chocolates, and said, "Ginny, everything is over...leave the rest to me!"

The blond boy smiled, and looked at the four red-haired Weasleys outside the confusion barrier.

He says,

"Trust me, your cold will be gone in no time."