Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Harry has been a little wilted lately.

He was almost eagerly looking forward to Friday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Here's the thing -

That day, after he handed the diary to Alger, he thought he had solved a big problem, and happily ran to Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor.

He cheerfully pushed open the door of the compartment where they kept the Polyjuice Potion, only to find an empty cauldron inside.

Harry: ...

Harry:! ! !

The savior's heart sank, and he stood there dumbfounded, already envisioning the tragic future that Hermione yelled about in his mind.

With a pale face, he quickly found Myrtle lying on the toilet.

Before he could say anything, the female ghost screamed and jumped back into the toilet, splashing a large amount of water.

Harry, who was doused in water unexpectedly: ...

He raised his hand with difficulty to wipe off the water on his face, wiped his eyes casually, and said as calmly as possible, "Myrtle, it's me!"

The ghost girl with low ponytails came out and patted her chest, "Oh~Harry~ it's you! I thought it was that nasty invisible thing again!"

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth politely and asked, "Myrtle, did you see who poured our potion?"

The female ghost smiled ambiguously, floated to Harry's side and rubbed against him, laughing erratically.

Harry seemed to have been doused with a basin of ice water.

——Last Halloween, he went to Sir Nicole's death anniversary dinner, and he had a profound experience of the temperature of the ghosts.

He couldn't take it anymore.

This feeling reminded him of the terrible food that day, and the biting chill that seemed to be in an ice cellar.

Halliday regretted it countless times. Why did he abandon the super fun Halloween dinner and go to a ghost banquet?

But now is not the time to think about it.

Harry tried to restrain himself and begged, "Please, Myrtle..."

He stepped back, avoiding Myrtle's touch, until he was pushed against the wall.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his voice, "Myrtle, can you answer my question first!"

Myrtle pursed her lips, floated into the air, and sighed, "Okay, Harry! I was playing in the underground pipes the other day, and suddenly I heard a voice coming from here, in the compartment where you hide the cauldron..."

She floated to and fro, and said,

"I ran up the toilet to have a look and I saw my splash bounce back towards me - oh! wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish

She wept weepingly again, and said as she sobbed,

"Oh, Harry~ I don't know who that is, and I don't know what it is! Oh! Woohoo..."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to look polite, "Um... Myrtle, I sympathize with what happened to you... But, did you really not see that person?"

Myrtle floated in front of him with a "swish" and said angrily,

"I also want to know who it is! Which nasty student is playing a prank again! But..."

She wept again, and floated back into the air,

"For a while, I didn't hear the sound, so I went to find another toilet - take a bath - yes."

she screamed,

"But that nasty guy pushed the door of the toilet cubicle again! Ah——!"

Myrtle was flying wildly across the room.

She screamed, and after a while she floated down and leaned against the door, crying, "You all bully Myrtle... woo woo woo..."

Harry laughed awkwardly, and took the opportunity to move away in small steps.

He left the bathroom and ran quickly to the library. After being glared at by Mrs. Pince several times, he finally found Hermione.

He pulled Hermione out of breath, and held her back under the warning of the little witch, "There's no time to explain—our Polyjuice Potion has been poured!"

Hermione stood up with a "boo--", "What?"

Mrs. Pince popped her head out and stared at them viciously, "No noise is allowed in the library!"

She strode over and chased them both out.

Hermione only had time to grab her half-written scrolls of parchment, and as she stuffed them into her schoolbag, she asked, "Harry, what's going on?"

Harry had no choice but to repeat the situation just now, and quickly explained, "I asked Myrtle—she doesn't know anything! I suspect that the other party has become invisible!"

The little witch bit her nails and pulled her hair anxiously, "Oh! But at this moment, the potion is half boiled!"

She was walking up and down the corridors here, then stopped for a moment and said to herself,

"Shall we make Polyjuice Potion again now? But... never before Christmas!"

Harry thought about it, and suggested, "Why don't we just ask?"

Hermione looked at him incredulously, "If you can ask, why do we need to make Polyjuice Potion?"

Harry pulled her aside, made sure that there was no one on both sides, and then softly explained about Alger and the diary.

Hermione hurriedly took out the badge, opened the information panel, and saw the message, she said angrily, "I didn't even pay attention to... the diary..."

Harry continued, "Fred and George showed me their new candy these past few days - vomit candies."

He pursed his lips and continued, "They inadvertently mentioned that the Slytherins have recently been discussing the real heir who opened the Chamber of Secrets..."

Hermione looked at him, frowning and thinking, "You mean, they know who the real heir is?"

The savior nodded firmly, his emerald-like eyes were so clear.

He said, "Draco sent it..."

Harry hesitated and twisted his fingers, and said, "I've been thinking for the past two days, if Draco is really the heir of Slytherin, with his character, he would have already announced it to the world."

"Besides, Slytherins are all yearning for the Chamber of Secrets and the heir—except for Your Highness, of course—if Draco is really the heir, others should be after him."

Hermione had no choice but to nod her head in approval, and said indescribably, "...indeed."

Harry continued, "And have you noticed lately that whenever a Slytherin student is near Draco, he gets annoyed..."

Hermione answered, "If Draco is really the heir of Slytherin, he would definitely not react like this!"

The little witch frowned, "In this case, our clue is broken again."

Harry worked up his courage and said, "So I decided to ask Draco directly! It will be in Potions class next Monday!"

Hermione gasped. "Oh, boy! Can't you change the time? A time with fewer people!"

Harry smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Finally, the clever little witch sent a message to Allen.

[Dear Your Highness:

Sorry to bother you, but we really have something important to ask you in person.If you agree, pick a time that's convenient to you - and, be sure to bring Draco!

Yours faithfully, Hermione]

Allen was so busy that he didn't see this text message until he sent a letter to Edward at night.

He replied,

[Dear Hermione:

I'm sorry, my schedule is very tight recently, and I only saw your message now.

I'd be happy to answer your questions.If you don't mind, please stop by next Friday at [-]:[-]am - the end of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

allen]