Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Eleven years ago, the Dark Lord ravaged the wizarding world with blood.

For the peace of the magic world and the lives of more people, some wizards bravely stood up against the Dark Lord and protected many innocent people from the curse of the Death Eaters.

Because of this, they fell into danger.

Under the prophecy that the Dark Lord was doomed to be defeated, the Potter family had to go into hiding.

However, they were still found.

There was a massacre in Godric's Hollow that night.

That night, the entire wizarding world heard of the Dark Lord's death, and erected monuments and eulogized it.

That night, Harry became the savior.

Since then, I have no relationship with my parents.

Harry had listened to Aunt Petunia's mean words since he was a child, and watched that mean woman pour all her love into Dudley.

He was also envious.

But he didn't get any decent treatment from the Dursleys until he was brought back to the palace by Allen.

He was very grateful to Alan.

Up to now, he still remembers the way the sun shines through the window and shines on Allen in the small teahouse in Diagon Alley.

For him, the crown prince shines more than the sun.

Therefore, when he heard that he might have a blood connection with Allen, his heart almost jumped out.

It's as if all of Allen's tenderness is not without support.

It seems that he is indeed qualified to live in a magnificent castle instead of trying to hide in Hogwarts, for fear of appearing in front of Allen and affecting the atmosphere between the king and his son.

Harry felt a bit of soreness in his heart, the pounding of his heart was so violent that it almost made his chest throb.

He is so nervous.

He didn't even have any thoughts to pay attention to the scene around him.

By the time he realized it, Allen had led him into the Slytherin common room and into a secret corner.

Harry:! ! !

Whoa, he entered the Slytherin common room!

He took the opportunity to look around, and saw that the dark green and silver complement each other, and the layout is very noble and elegant.

The huge windows radiate the gloomy green light of the lake, casting a dark shadow on the environment here.

Harry smiled awkwardly.

——Why does it smell like the villain's lair in the movie?

Allen looked back at him and smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the Chamber of Secrets—whether or not you have Slytherin blood needs to be assessed there."

Harry stiffened his neck and nodded.

He suddenly remembered the sorting hat——

At that time, the Sorting Hat advised him to go to Slytherin.And he thought that there were many dark wizards here after all, so he firmly refused.

He was even more embarrassed.

If I really have the blood of Slytherin, it will be really fun...

Allen patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the corner in front of him.

The formation with the function of alarm and confusion faded away silently, and the eerie snake-like statue was slowly revealed, appearing in front of the two of them.

He said gently, "Harry, try saying 'open' in Parseltongue."

Harry swallowed nervously, staring closely at the eagle's eyes, and stammered, [Big...hit—open. ]

The snake sculpture slowly swam away.

He wrung his hands together, sweating profusely, walked down for an unknown amount of time, and passed a vault-like door before he was able to enter the secret room.

As soon as he entered the door, Harry was struck by the strange familiarity.

He looked hesitantly at the shiny wooden bookshelves, tables and chairs, and then slowly raised his head to look at the familiar crystal chandelier.

...Why is the layout here exactly the same as the palace?

Could it be that the Slytherin blood has the same taste?

Harry scowled.

—if so, he probably has nothing to do with Slytherin.

Allen moved his fingers, added an armchair beside Xiaoyuan, and asked Harry to sit down.

He knocked on the table, handed over a cup of rich black tea, and said,

"Harry, later you will meet several special characters, including Salazar Slytherin, and a strange dark creature."

Harry nodded nervously, and looked over with a question mark on his forehead.

But Allen didn't answer his doubts, and took out from his pocket...

a scroll?

The scroll unfolded by itself and floated into the air.

Harry saw it now.

It turned out to be a portrait with a gold frame inlaid with snap buttons. On a black base cloth, a handsome and evil wizard sat with his legs crossed and frowning in an armchair.

He looked at the portrait intently, but he witnessed the swearing from the other party as soon as he came up.

"Little bastard! What's the matter with you! You said..."

Salazar noticed Harry next to him, and immediately restrained his emotions, narrowed his eyes indifferently, and glanced at Alan sitting next to him, sparing words like gold,

"explain?"

Allen smiled and introduced each other for the two of them.

Harry stood up stiffly to salute.

Salazar nodded reluctantly - like Snape.

Allen explained the whole story with a smile, and said, "Ancestor, I didn't wake you up for no reason—but Harry can also speak Parseltongue."

Salazar looked at him curiously, but he figured it out in the blink of an eye.

——Is this little bastard acting here?

Allen revealed a hint of threat, and smiled, "Although there is no record of marriage with Slytherin blood in the family tree of the Potter family...

"But I still think it's more accurate for you to confirm Harry's bloodline yourself."

On this golden opportunity, Salazar felt sorry for himself if he didn't make a statement.

He immediately leaned back in the chair arrogantly, and raised his chin indifferently as a signal.

——The end is a senior expert who rejects others for thousands of miles.

It might be more convincing if he scolded "little bastard" before he came up.

Allen restrained his smile, turned to a certain nervous savior, and explained in a gentle voice the tradition of identifying bloodlines from ancestor portraits.

Harry stood up bravely, took the knife on the desk, and scratched his fingertips, dripping onto Salazar's portrait.

Snake Ancestor stepped back in disgust, and said coldly, "Just one drop."

He closed his eyes to feel the blood in this drop of blood, opened his eyes for a while, looked at Allen, and shifted his gaze vaguely.

Allen couldn't understand what the other party meant for a moment.

Salazar coughed lightly, and had no choice but to leave the scene himself, explaining, "It seems like it doesn't exist."

Allen nodded, stroked Harry's finger, watched the wound on it slowly heal, and thought, "Then, we have to adopt the next method."

Thus, Harry met Voldemort for the first time when he was unconscious.

He watched blankly as Allen opened a silver magic box engraved with intricate patterns, and drew out a cloud of black mist that was so broken that it was about to dissipate.

The black mist roared, "Alan Cornwall! I'm going to kill you!"

Allen smiled indifferently, raised his hand to remove the demon-sealing domain on Harry's scar, and skillfully trapped Voldemort with the silence barrier.

Sea blue eyes flicked to Salazar.

The other party's face was cold, and he curled himself up silently.

... Snake Ancestor is still soft-hearted.

Allen sighed secretly in his heart, but his hands kept moving.

When a certain Dark Lord was trapped for a long time, seeing that he was about to die in such a silent manner, his anger and hatred almost reached a peak.

The soaring anger surged up.

Facing such a close distance, Harry screamed uncontrollably almost immediately, and fell off the armchair covering his head.

He broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and almost grabbed the ground with his head in pain.

Allen raised his hand and threw Voldemort's soon-to-be-shattered soul back into the Demon Sealing Domain, watching Harry calmly.

Such a strong reaction?

It's almost the same emotional connection with the Horcrux encounter.

Those pupils were full of silent thinking, and also gave some cold scrutiny.

—Is it Voldemort's soul piece?

He quickly came back to his senses, with a concerned smile, helped Harry up, and said gently, "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry held his head tightly.

The aftertaste of the pain just now was still there, making him dizzy, his temple seemed to be pierced by a long needle, stirring ruthlessly and coldly.

He took a breath, and was half-supported by Allen to sit back in the armchair again, grabbing the other's hand with one hand, and his voice became weak.

"...Your Highness."

A weak breath fell into the air.

He slowed down, raised a voice, and asked, "What is that?"

Allen sighed softly, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, "That's a strange dark creature. After I caught it, I kept it locked in the box."

He looked at Salazar, and gently pushed the black pot out.

"...The ancestor said that this thing is very dangerous. It can only be used for bloodline confirmation at this moment."

Allen raised his hand, covered the scar on Harry's forehead, and said softly, "Now, I have one last thing to confirm... Will you cooperate with me?"

Harry bit his lip tightly and said tremblingly, "...Your Highness, I'm a little scared."

He closed his eyes fiercely, and asked again, "Does this... hurt?"

Allen suddenly felt a little guilty.

He gently withdrew his hand, a little unbearable.

But to tell Harry about the soul movie... I'm afraid it would be even crueler.

—Oh, Harry, it's no big deal.You have a piece of the soul of the man who killed your parents inside you.

How humiliating and disgusting this is!

Allen sighed softly.

"I don't know if it hurts or not, but I promise, Harry—I promise, it won't hurt you at all."

Harry smiled, raised his eyes bravely, clenched his fists and said, "Then... I'm ready!"

He couldn't bear to look at those sea blue eyes, and looked at the slender right hand covering his forehead, clenched his fist nervously.

——Your Highness will not harm him!

In an instant, the pain of being pulled and torn faintly came from the soul.

He gritted his teeth tightly, but still couldn't bear to yell out.

This is pain like never before.

Compared with this kind of pain, he would rather be beaten back and forth ten times by the violent Bludger.

Allen had to stop Zeus from capturing that piece of soul.

... Careless.

If Harry is really a Horcrux, then he was the bearer of Voldemort's soul as a baby.After so many years, the two souls have actually merged together.

There was a hint of confusion in the sea blue eyes.

If the Horcrux is not removed, Voldemort will not die.

——He couldn't directly kill the boy in front of him.

Allen sighed, smiled slightly, and said softly, "...Harry, we are related by blood."

Just let him tell a lie.

Soothe this pathetic disorder.

He touched the little lion's head, showing some pity and tolerance.

"Although this bloodline is a bit far away, you are my younger brother, Harry."

If you can't find a way to kill this soul piece, I'm afraid I will really ask you to die.

...Then let me weave a heartwarming deception for you.

Just let you indulge in it.

Harry looked up at him in a daze, tears filled his eyes silently, then rolled down silently, wetting his cheeks.

With trembling lips, he threw himself into Allen's arms.

He finally dared to cry loudly.

I thought I found my family.