Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The Hogwarts Primary School is finally settled.

Allen took care of a series of matters such as the school site, teachers, textbooks, toys, and teaching planning.

In the end, Lucius pretty much just had to pay for it.

If you pay half of the money, you still get a good reputation for nothing.

Lucius had rarely seen such beauty.He also doubted Alan's motives, but he was completely relieved after the other party's subtle coaxing.

——If this Highness wanted to use these things to win Malfoy over, he had to admit that the other party succeeded.

As a Malfoy who judged the situation, Lucius would of course have to give something back to stabilize the relationship.

He gave a vague signal, and the other party smoothly erected the barrier of silence and confusion.

Allen joked, "Lucius, do you have something to whisper to me?"

Lucius tilted his 15-degree Malfoy standard smile, stroked his cane, and finally showed a rare sincerity.

It's just that there is a bit of calculation in this sincerity, so it's not clear.

He leaned forward respectfully, put himself in the position of a subordinate, smiled and said,

"Your Highness, you know, I was controlled by the Imperius Curse of the mysterious man before... Yes, at that time, I still vaguely heard something."

Lucius tactfully said,

"The Dark Lord claims that he has come a long way on the road to immortality... You asked me this question before, and I vaguely remembered...

"He gave that very important thing to his trusted subordinates, such as Bellatrix Lestrange, and she has one."

Those gray-blue eyes were thinking, as if trying to remember.

"Well, it appears to be Hufflepuff's Gold Chalice - it's so famous that I vaguely remember it - and she deposited it in her Gringotts vault."

This surprised Allen a little.

Unexpectedly, the smooth Malfoy could give some definite news.

...Surrender?

He lowered his eyes in thought, smiled lightly, and admitted, "Yes. I think the so-called immortality he refers to is 'Horcrux'."

Lucius paused, looking in disbelief.

Pure-blood families will always keep some books from the ancient magic era, and Malfoy has a library second only to Hogwarts created by the Big Four.

He had seen the word before in the extremely dangerous and forbidden realm of the dark arts.

At that time, his father Abraxas was still alive.

The Malfoy master who assisted the Dark Lord to prosper, his face was always clouded in those days, and he locked himself in the dark magic library in the basement all day long.

Back then, Lucius was still a student at Hogwarts. He had just entered the sixth grade and had already become a prefect, and the Death Eater movement outside the school was in full swing.

He knew that many of them were written by his father.

Muggle hunting...

Expel the Muggleborn...

massacre of political enemies...

Lucius is not ashamed of it, on the contrary, he has always admired his father, and is constantly striving to become a qualified Malfoy.

He was exposed to the Dark Arts - of course - so he figured he could help his father with the book sifting.

That Christmas, Malfoy Manor was as gorgeously decorated as ever.

The Dark Lord didn't know what he was busy with. He used to come to be a guest from time to time, but now he hasn't been here for a long time.

He also didn't want the other party to come at Christmas, the Dark Lord's character became more and more strange——

If that person used to be gentle with indifference, now he is paranoid with ruthlessness.

This is also convenient for him.

Lucius opened the secret compartment on the floor and walked down the dark stairs.

Even if there are gorgeous wall lamps everywhere, it can't dispel the darkness and coldness in the place where black magic books gather.

Abraxas sat behind a desk in the middle of the basement.

He was over 40 years old, and wrinkles inevitably appeared on his face, and those wrinkles made the gloomy man look even more gloomy at the moment.

Those cold gray-blue eyes raised up, and dropped down again when they saw someone coming.

He said coldly, "Lucius, I think you should learn how to deal with Malfoy's business property under the guidance of the portrait of your ancestor?"

His father's indifference made Lucius stop in his tracks.

He put his hands behind his back and said, "Father, I just want to share some with you."

Before Abraxas refused, he raised his voice, "I know you are worrying about the Malfoy family, this must be a big deal—as the heir, I also need to know!"

The old Malfoy on the opposite side looked at him coldly, as if he was evaluating his ability.

After a while, Abraxas frowned and withdrew his gaze, pointed to the stacks of books next to him, and said, "This pile belongs to you—you don't need to look carefully, if you find a word, just give the book to me immediately. "

He looked sternly at his heir, and said,

"At least you have the ability not to be hurt by the black magic book, don't you?"

Lucius bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Father."

He found several books containing that word for his father, complacent about being part of the Malfoy family's affairs.

But, after that Christmas...

He can remember correctly, that day was February 2th, the day before, he was still spending a wonderful Valentine's Day with Narcissa, and the day after...

He received the news of his father's death.

Died of syphilis.

Or rather, dragon pox?

Lucius didn't believe it.

He buried his head in Narcissa's arms, seemingly unable to support himself, but he was frantically thinking about the cause of his father's death.

He came to a conclusion that he absolutely couldn't believe.

—The Dark Lord.

The half-blooded Dark Lord of Slytherin blood that the father held out with one hand.

The Dark Lord who has always regarded the other party as his uncle.

When I was a child, I would gently give myself exquisite and expensive gifts, but later I always brought the cold Dark Lord.

He hugged Narcissa tightly, and the 16-year-old was terrified.

I don't understand why such a change happened overnight.

what……

Was the Dark Lord no longer Malfoy's friend?No, he clearly loves other pure-blood families.

Is it!

Lucius looked up sharply, staring in shock at the sofa behind Narcissa.

...Is it because of the word my father was looking for?

He remembered that word.

He remembered it clearly.

A word with wonderful pronunciation and special rhythm——

Horcrux.

That word was the beginning of Lucius being forced to kneel.

The Dark Lord, who was easily seen in the past, now needs him to rely on connections and beg for favors in order to get a chance to see him.

He looked at the face that was exactly the same as in his memory, knelt down at the man's feet, tremblingly kissed the man's robe corner, begging the other party's mercy and protection.

The price is—

Malfoy went from half master to complete slave.

He was branded with the Dark Mark.

Therefore, when Allen mentioned the word "Horcrux", Lucius was so shocked.

How could he have forgotten the word?

How could he forget the word!

I see……

It was because the Dark Lord had a rift with his father, and his father wanted to start with this sad eternal life to destroy each other...

But did not expect ...

That pathetic half-breed used such low means!

I see……

He actually just found out now.

It turns out that the books that the Dark Lord took away from Malfoy's library were these...

No wonder he searched countless times over the years, but couldn't find a book with the word "Horcrux" in it!

Lucius felt that his brain was extremely chaotic and seemed to be blank.

He said with difficulty, "What?"

Allen explained thoughtfully, "Split your soul, put it into an object, and become a Horcrux. The Horcrux is immortal, and the main soul is immortal."

He smiled coldly, leaned on the back of the chair haughtily, with an arrogance that despised everything, and said condescendingly,

"Dark Lord? Just a moth who is afraid of death!"