Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The moment he wrote, Allen keenly sensed the faint loss of vitality in his body.

There was a burst of weakness in the fingertips, and even the arms were a little numb.

He calmly looked at the diary in front of him, and calmly put away the pen.

... This feeling is a bit like when the magic power is overdrawn.

Dumbledore looked at Allen, stepped back cooperatively, waved his wand, laid out the illusion of the Slytherin bedroom, and made himself invisible.

Allen calmly picked up the black tea cup and took a sip.

At the same time, the appearance of the diary gradually solidified.

It was a 16-year-old boy.

He was wearing a simple Hogwarts school robe, his black jade-like hair was well taken care of, and his black eyes were quite determined, and he looked almost upright.

Allen leaned lightly on the armchair, pursing his lips weakly, unable to even lift his eyelashes.

He frowned slightly, grasping something weakly, and said softly, [Mr. Riddle...you...]

Riddle sneered heavily.

He walked towards Alan, sat on the "desk" next to him, looked Alan up and down, and sighed softly, "Oh, the legendary Muggle crown prince? So it's just an arrogant and stupid, empty bag?"

He couldn't help showing a hint of sarcasm,

"Sigh... Even your crowd of mudbloods know how to treat me with caution, but you, who are known as geniuses, arrogantly think that you can resist the power of the Dark Lord?"

Allen pretended to be puzzled, frowned as if uncomfortable, and said with difficulty, "What...Dark Lord?"

Riddle pulled out his wand, raised his hand to write his name, and performed a character transformation that Allen had long seen through.

He stood up proudly, and said coldly, "I am Voldemort!"

With a high-pitched sneer, he looked at the "Slytherin's dormitory" and said contemptuously, "50 years have passed...the school director still has the privilege?"

He turned around and looked at the blond boy who was powerless to resist, and smiled arrogantly, "Look, our Muggle school manager used his power to arrange a separate dormitory for himself...

"...Of course, you will also pay the price for this privilege—you will die here silently, becoming a stepping stone for the Dark Lord to flourish again!"

He accelerated the extraction of Allen's vitality, and his body solidified faster.

Allen closed his eyes, as if it was difficult to maintain the energy of the conversation.

There was a tremor in his voice, as if pretending to be calm,

"Well...Riddle, you are not a memory at all...you are a Horcrux! Are you?"

Riddle paused, he looked at Alan with interest, lifted the boy's chin in appreciation, and exclaimed, "No wonder... no wonder everyone calls you a genius!

"—You actually know Horcruxes?"

Allen's face was almost contorted for a moment, and he turned his head to free himself from the hand, trying to maintain his acting skills.

——Be patient, be patient, be patient!The other party is about to tell the truth!

He closed his eyes tightly, his fingers clenched into fists, his joints were terribly white, and he almost trembled with such force.

Riddle made a mocking "tsk tsk" sound, withdrew his hand, and played with the somewhat worn wand,

"Boring...it turns out that the Muggle crown prince is not very courageous."

Allen sneered, "Really?"

The eyelashes were lifted slightly, revealing those famous sea blue eyes, with a little calm madness in them, which made Riddle almost stop.

The blond crown prince was so weak that he slipped slightly from the armchair, but calmly raised his eyelashes, and mocked softly,

"Riddle..."

He said, "How many Horcruxes have you made?"

Riddle paused and couldn't help laughing.He paced around Allen's armchair, as if contemplating his dying prey.

He sighed with a smile, "It's really stupid... What makes you think that I will tell you the number of Horcruxes, huh?"

Allen smiled softly, and was so weak that he raised his hand to press the armrest, and asked, "Perhaps, the benevolent Dark Lord can tell the truth to the dying... let me die with peace of mind?"

Riddle was unmoved, continued to absorb vitality, and sighed,

"To be honest... I really can't bear to have you die."

He looked up at the ceiling, shook his head slightly, and looked down at the dying boy in the armchair.

"After all, mediocre people can't truly witness the great achievements of the Dark Lord... They don't even know my achievements in the journey of immortality!"

"And your face..."

It almost reminded him of Abraxas back then.

To be fair, the two don't look alike.

No, there is no resemblance.

But that noble status and the arrogance in his bones forced him to recall the unbearable past.

He raised Alan's chin with his wand, and looked carefully at the blond boy in front of him.

...Yes, the bearing is very similar, even better than Abu, it's so disgusting.

Dumbledore, who was hiding in the dark, was terrified.

Allen was expressionless.

He decisively withheld his life force.

—Damn it, almost a quarter of this damned Riddle has been sucked out.Seeing that Christmas is approaching, it is impossible for him to return to the palace with a pale face, just to worry His Majesty!

He seemed to want to get up, but he had no strength, so he could only ask weakly and stubbornly,

"How many Horcruxes do you have? I guess... more than 3?"

Riddle laughed arrogantly, "Three? This number is so thin, it is not worthy of the great Dark Lord!"

Allen smiled and asked, "5?"

Riddle lowered his eyes wearily.

——He shouldn't expect anything from these mediocre people!

Right now, what he should do most is to absorb the vitality of the other party, and solidify his body as soon as possible!

In other words, the speed of life force absorption has slowed down?

That Weasley girl supported more than that!Could it be that this Muggle crown prince is so weak?

Allen was still asking persistently, his sea-blue eyes were as calm as the sea.

He asked, "So... seven?"

Riddle paused, then slowly turned to look at him, his face as cold as ice.

He said coldly, "It's a pity, Alan... I even seriously thought about whether to save your life."

Allen smiled slowly.

His eyes slid to a place five steps away from Riddle's side, and he raised his eyes to look at the somewhat distraught young Dark Lord in front of him, flaunting weakly,

"Oh? Looks like I guessed it right?"

Riddle was expressionless.

He raised his wand and said indifferently, "Dig to the bone."

He was impatient to talk to the crown prince who touched the Dark Lord's reverse scale. It just so happened that the other party's weakness could allow him to absorb life force faster.

Then... farewell, Muggle Crown Prince!

Allen leaned back in the armchair, and the Zeus domain, which was always on standby, devoured the Cruciatus Curse without even needing him to order.

The magic factor in the air became agitated, lingering around Riddle, waiting for Allen's order to kill the soul who dared to offend the crown prince.

Under the double protection, Allen hardly felt anything.

But Dumbledore didn't know.

He didn't even know that Alan was already proficient in wandless magic.

Allen only felt a powerful Iron Armor Curse suddenly appear, erected in front of him, protecting him firmly.

Dumbledore appeared silently in his scarlet wizard robes, standing between him and Riddle.

With a flick of the elderberry wand, Riddle on the opposite side was slapped against the wall.

Riddle's face was ugly, he clenched his wand, and said coldly,

"Dumbledore!"