Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Sirius, what is that?"

The "prodigal son" of the Black family leaned on the glass door indifferently, glanced at it, shrugged,

"Then who knows? There are always dark magic items in the family. But that..."

He opened the cabinet door directly, skillfully pushed aside the needle cover next to it, and gave a soft "hiss" sound——

His hand was bitten by the needle sheath——

Then he firmly grabbed the locket and handed it to Allen.

That gesture, if Alan didn't know that it was Slytherin's locket, I'm afraid he would really think it was something worth mentioning.

He raised his hand, the back of his white hand seemed transparent under the sunlight.

The moment he was about to take the locket, the box was suddenly sucked out.

An old gray hand grasped it.

Sirius was furious, stomping his feet and said, "You--this--useless trash! Give me that thing!"

Kreacher also looked at him angrily, struggling - it was trying to disobey its master's orders.

It refused, "No! Kreacher will never let you take it! Kreacher promised Master Regulus..."

Allen turned around slowly, saw Kreacher put it in his arms, and looked at him fiercely.

He calmly stopped the furious Sirius, ignored the other party's yelling, squatted down slowly, and looked at the vigilant house elf.

He skillfully pulled out a coaxing smile, and asked in a gentle voice,

"Kreacher, I am a descendant of Slytherin."

The sea-blue pupils fell behind it, which was trying to hide, calm and unwavering.

"That's Slytherin's locket - I found it, as a matter of course."

Kreacher struggled to look at him, and couldn't help showing a hint of pleading.

"Oh……"

It looked at Allen sadly, "Descendant of Slytherin, yes, I know your noble status..."

It firmly hid the locket behind itself, and said through gritted teeth, "But Kreacher will never disappoint Master Regulus' entrustment!"

Allen smiled lightly and gently.

It's just that the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He reassured, "Yes, I think Regulus must have been very kind to you."

Sirius snorted coldly, "Oh, yes. My stupid and cowardly brother has always favored these useless trash."

...Just like Regulus loved those stupid Muggles back then.

That silly younger brother is so cowardly that he dare not resist the prestige of the family.

...but so evil, he joined Voldemort's camp without hesitation!

Even after all these years, Sirius still couldn't forgive him for what he had done.

He still remembered Regulus when he was a child, always following him with those big eyes stupidly, being a slimy follower, timid and shy.

... But how could such a person turn bad all of a sudden?

He didn't have the same courage as himself to resist the family, and he rejected his extended hand, voluntarily walking into the dark camp.

Sirius' heart sank.

What this useless stupid brother did was more icy to him than a dementor's kiss.

He had seen that ugly mark.

The dark, cold Dark Mark just entrenched on Regulus' pale arm.

That, a, stupid, bastard!

Sirius gritted his teeth hard.

Back then, they met in the battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

They raised their wands and pointed at each other.

... That sticky little follower is completely gone.

Kreacher spoke violently, insulting him in the worst language in the world, adding fuel to the fire.

Angrily, he strode forward, picked up the waste by the collar, and snatched the locket from the old hand.

"—that's the thing, huh? That little scum wants you to protect it?"

An old cry came from Kreacher's throat.

It shouted, "Kreacher is going to destroy it! No one can touch it!"

Sirius snorted coldly, obviously not believing a word.

Allen raised his hands to press his temples on both sides, and rubbed helplessly.

——Since he entered the old house of the Black family, he hasn't even been quiet for a moment.

As he got up, the invisible binding curse squeezed one person and one elf.

Sirius even felt speechless.

...Speaking curse?

He looked at Alan next to him in surprise.

I've heard about the talent of the Muggle crown prince, but I didn't expect that this child has already learned magic without a stick or a sound?

Allen looked at him apologetically, and said softly, "Sirius, please allow me to ask clearly—it is indeed a relic of Slytherin."

"What's more..."

Those sea blue eyes slid gently, looking at the stubborn Kreacher.

"If the matter is not explained clearly, it will become a hidden danger, and there may be trouble at any time."

He said softly, "Harry is coming tomorrow, I think you would be willing to give him a warm and peaceful environment to grow up."

Sirius admitted that he was touched by the words.

…Yes, should Harry be confronted with a room full of dark arts?

In case Harry was alive and well in his relatives' house, but something happened here, how would he explain to James?

At this time, he suddenly felt that he could move.

He seemed a little irritable, and put the locket directly into Alan's hand, leaning on the side cabinet with his arms folded, determined to listen and understand.

Allen squatted down again, looked at Kreacher with hatred, gave up the locket in his hand, and watched Kreacher grab the box suddenly.

He asked softly, "You just said that you were going to destroy it? Is this Regulus' request?"

Kreacher looked at him warily, and whispered, "You are a descendant of noble Slytherin, so you must protect this locket..."

It backed away slowly, its huge eyeballs staring at the two wizards in front of it.

"Kreacher doesn't trust you... Kreacher is going to destroy it...but Kreacher can't..."

When it came to the end, its voice was full of self-blame and remorse.

"—No, Kreacher, you misunderstood me."

Allen said calmly, "I was also entrusted by Professor Dumbledore to destroy the things hidden in the Slytherin locket."

Sirius stood up straight without a sound, and looked at the half-squatting blond boy with secret inquiry.

... Dumbledore's request?

He thought, so, does this kid know about the Order of the Phoenix?

Kreacher looked at him suspiciously, stubbornly refusing to hand over the locket.

Allen got up calmly and walked to the sofa area.

He asked Sirius to sit down, and said clearly, "I know you all have doubts, and even more doubts."

"In this case, why not invite Professor Dumbledore to--

"I think you all trust him."