Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Bellatrix Lestrange hurried to Malfoy Manor.

There was a trace of anxiety on the young and soft face, and she shouted as she stepped out of the fireplace, "Sissy! Sissy! Where's Lucius?"

Narcissa was sitting upright in an armchair.

She hugged a small platinum dumpling and gently patted it gently. Hearing this, she raised her head and asked in surprise, "Bella?"

Lucius opposite her looked unhappy.

In this generation of the Black family, only Regulus and Narcissa can get by.

The rest are either rebellious (like Sirius) or neurotic (like Bellatrix).

Lucius finished his slander, put down his teacup gracefully, and showed a [-]-degree smirk, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, "What's the matter?"

Bellatrix usually disliked Malfoy, not only because of his hypocrisy, but also because he was so hypocritical that the Dark Lord valued him so much!

But now she wasn't in the mood to argue with Malfoy, she pulled up her left sleeve in a panic, and looked at Lucius in panic, "The Dark Mark is fading!!"

Lucius' complexion changed, and he pulled up his sleeves regardless of the nobleman's manner.

Sure enough, it really faded.

The dark black marks that used to be active are now a lighter layer, as if drawn with a pencil.

Narcissa saw it too, and her face changed, looking at her husband worriedly.

Lucius dropped his sleeves and stood up, picked up the cane beside him (his wand was hidden there), and said to Bella, "Let's go find Severus."

He turned his head and kissed Narcissa lightly on the face again, "Sissy, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Bella hurriedly turned her head and walked towards the fireplace, staggering a bit.

Lucius was walking steadily.

The two stepped out of the fireplace in Spider's End Alley, coughing several times as they were choked by the dust all over the sky.

Lucius waved his wand and muttered, "Clean up!"

The two purebloods threw the damn dust aside, still feeling pungent, kicked a wine bottle with their legs, and the glass bottles collided with each other making a crisp sound.

Lucius lowered his head and frowned when he saw the empty wine bottles all over the floor.

He scanned the small, dark room and found a drunk Snape in an armchair.

The man's brows were tightly frowned, his wand was casually thrown aside, and he still held a small half bottle of wine in his arms, his eyes were red, his body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and he was extremely decadent.

Lucius frowned imperceptibly.

Snape has always been restrained and mean. He has never seen his friend like this. Could it be that something really happened to the Dark Lord.

He intentionally and gently woke up his friend. Bella, who was traveling with him, had rushed over the bottles all over the floor and splashed Snape's face with clear water like a spring.

Bella grabbed Snape's shoulder and shook desperately, Lucius was startled, and hurried over to pull Bella's hand off Snape's clothes.

But the goal was achieved - Snape woke up.

Lucius just raised a fifteen-degree smile and was about to ask.

Bella had already rolled up her sleeves in a hurry and handed it in front of Snape, almost missed Snape's nose, and asked anxiously.

"The mark of the reappearance of the skeleton has faded! Do you know the reason? What happened to the master? Has something happened to him? He hasn't summoned a single Death Eater for days!"

Snape was forced to wake up, overwhelmed with grief and still suffering from a hangover, and was thrown a bunch of questions about the culprit who killed Lily.

His heart is sad, his anger is burning,

The lingering aftertaste of alcohol is still causing the reason not to be completely online, so he blurted out a cold snort, his voice was deep and gorgeous and sarcastically hoarse,

"The Dark Lord is gone! He was defeated by the prophesied boy."

Bella was stunned on the spot, and sat down on the ground with a bang.

Lucius was also stunned.

His mind went blank for a moment, his gray-blue eyes froze, and he immediately began to figure out how much money to spend and what reason he could use to keep the Malfoy family out of the matter and distance themselves from the Dark Lord.

Snape was in no mood to entertain the two.

He snorted coldly, "I'm assuming that the two noble purebloods, the Dark Lord's trusted subordinates, still have legs, and they don't need me, a poor half-breed drunk who lost his beloved, to stand up and send them off!"

Lucius came to his senses, held Bella with one hand and left.

"The Boy Who Lived defeated the Dark Lord!"

The next day, the headlines of the Daily Prophet carried the news, and the wizarding world was in an uproar.

Innocent people are watching with eagerness and anticipation.

Is the most cruel dark wizard in history, the Dark Lord who regards human life as worthless, and the person whose name cannot be named, really defeated?

Is he really dead?

The Death Eaters were commotioning.

The helpless Ministry of Magic, which has been suppressed by them, began to cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix to hunt down the Death Eaters.

The Dark Lord remained silent.

The Death Eater marks on their arms never moved again.

...as if this symbol, so frightening to countless people, was just a child's prank.

The Death Eaters quickly split in two.

Part of the staunch supporters of Voldemort headed by Bellatrix,

They firmly believe that the Dark Lord is only temporarily away and will return one day;

The other part is represented by Lucius Malfoy,

They claimed that they were cast with the Imperius Curse by the Dark Lord, and they couldn't control their behavior at all, trying to distance themselves from Voldemort.

Eventually, because of Voldemort's silence, people began to believe that the devil was dead.

Those Death Eaters who firmly supported Voldemort were all thrown into Azkaban, and the guards turned out to be the dementors who committed crimes in Voldemort's heyday.

However, some nobles tried their best to distance themselves from Voldemort, and donated a huge amount of property. Finally, they were safe and continued to occupy high positions.

On the other side of the Muggle world, an old man, a lady and a half-giant put a baby at the door of a house.

They whispered, "goodluck, Harry Potter!"

This baby is already in the history books.