Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Good question.

Dumbledore also had some troubles.

If he went there by himself and brought Sirius with him, he might not be able to recover from the aftereffects of the potion and find Regulus' body again.

Besides, there was a Sirius.

The child had just learned about Regulus' deeds, when his blood was running hot.

He really wasn't sure to take both aspects into consideration at the same time.

At this time, Kreacher stooped forward and took a step forward, bowing deeply to everyone.

Its voice was full of old age, and it said gratefully, "Dear wizards and gentlemen, Kreacher thank you, thank you for coming to find the little master..."

The old house-elf was hunched over with a deep slavishness.

But it has a rare firmness, as if a soldier about to go to war puffed up his chest.

"Kreacher can take you there!"

It seemed to glance at Sirius with some reluctance, and turned its head away in disgust.

"As long as you have the master's order..."

Dumbledore's expression softened, and he said warmly, "Oh, yes, Kreacher. We shouldn't ignore the abilities of house elves!"

He patted Sirius and squeezed his eyes slightly.

Sirius was almost dazed.

how many years...

He didn't get any decent treatment from Kreacher.

Of course, he didn't give Kreacher any good looks either.

At this moment, it is still an extremely solemn and important matter for him to politely ask Kreacher to do something...

He's really not used to it.

Harry was silent, and gently tugged Sirius, his pure green eyes filled with anticipation and encouragement.

Sirius finally cleared his throat.

With a strange expression and a strange tone, he said, "Kreacher...I order you to take us to the small island in the center of the lake!"

Kreacher immediately cheered up and said sharply, "Yes, master!"

It stretched out its hand to the crowd and turned them straight to the center of the lake.

Allen felt it carefully.

The feeling of being squeezed into a narrow pipe is indeed very similar to Apparition.

He relaxed slightly, watching Dumbledore carefully stepping on the smooth rocky island, staring at the green stone basin in the center.

The old man smiled lightly,

"Look at us, and ignore it again-this island is indeed a bit narrow."

Allen silently glanced at where he was standing.

The black water of the lake spread around his feet, only two or three inches away from getting him wet.

He moved quietly inside.

...If it wasn't for hiding "Zeus", why would he suffer this crime?

Sea blue eyes glanced at Sirius vaguely.

The head of the Black family seems to have some opinions on him...

But the other party will be Harry's next guardian...

Allen was really worried that the other party would win over the Savior's heart and say something unfavorable to him.

But if he followed, there would be no such trouble.

He condescends and spends a lot of time to come to collect the corpses with them, just to express his respect for the heroes who resisted Voldemort...

This action itself can prove his position and "goodness".

Even if they said something to Harry, the Savior who had witnessed all this would not believe them.

Even if Harry were to be persuaded, it would take time.

All Allen wanted was this time difference.

This is enough for him to arrange everything!

Harry huddled next to Dumbledore, and of course Sirius and Kreacher were there too.

They argued eagerly, and the voices kept coming.

Sirius insisted, "Let me do it, Dumbledore! We've come to get my brother back, and it's my responsibility!"

He smiled bitterly, coupled with his thin cheeks, he gave a sense of decadence.

He snatched the "cup" made of shells from Dumbledore, gently scooped up the emerald green potion inside, and drank it as if dying.

In an instant, heartburn pain spread up.

That feeling, as if the flesh and bones of the whole body are going to be melted...

original……

Was it the pain that Regulus endured back then?

His complexion was distorted in pain, but those black eyes were as bright as cold stars.

Harry called to him anxiously, but he couldn't make out.

All he knew was that he was going to drink up the potion in the basin.

...Yes, Kreacher said, this fake locket contains letters from Regulus.

He wants to retrieve the suicide note left by his brave brother!

but……

His hands didn't work.

Those hands seemed to have self-awareness, and they were unwilling to scoop up the potion in the basin no matter what.

Dumbledore said softly, "Harry, we need to drug him..."

Harry looked back at him abruptly, his lips twitched, but no words came out.

He gritted his teeth, "I'll drink it for him!"

The savior bravely snatched the cup from Sirius, but was held down by a slender white hand.

He looked back and saw Alan with a calm face.

"……elder brother?"

Seeing this, Dumbledore dropped his hand back to his cuff.

He wanted to see what Alan would do.

Alan knew that the old man was watching him again, but he didn't care anymore.

He held Sirius by the collar with one hand to prevent him from running to drink the water in the lake, held Harry with the other hand, and gently took away the simple "shell cup".

"Harry, don't make me worry about two people at the same time."

Seeing that the other party still persisted, he said sharply,

"One person who suffers because of this is enough!"

Harry was too frightened to speak by the rare sharp sound, his chest was heaving violently, and even his breath was trembling.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly——

Allen calmly held Sirius by the collar, pressed the other party's neck straight, and pressed the painful man on the pool table.

He freed his right hand, quickly scooped up the potion, squeezed Sirius' chin and poured it in.

A full ten cups...

Sirius kept begging for mercy, and his shrill cries echoed in the cave...

But Allen's hands didn't tremble in the slightest.

Those slender, fair, pampered hands poured cup after cup of extremely painful potion without the slightest hesitation.

Harry's chest heaved violently, but he couldn't breathe.

He was almost dying, as if it wasn't Sirius who was suffering, but him.

His eyes widened—

Is this Allen?

Is this... his brother?

He almost had the illusion that he saw a demon, a demon who didn't care about the pain of others.

But he knew it clearly.

——This is to fulfill Sirius' wish, to find the locket that Regulus imitated.

His arms were numb, and he watched Alan finish the ten cups of potion stiffly, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Allen threw the rough "shell cup" aside and let it collide with the rock to make a "clink" sound.

He raised his hand and took out the imitation locket, and handed it to Kreacher.

"Keep it safe."

Those sea blue eyes are as calm as the sea.

He was still holding Sirius' neck, and the man under him struggled and screamed in pain, but couldn't break free from his restraint.

Gasping for breath, Harry mustered up the courage to say,

"...he wants water."

Allen let go and tied Sirius and Shitai together.

He took out a bottle of water from his space spell watch and handed it to the trembling savior.

The voice of the blond crown prince softened, bringing out familiar perceptions from everyone.

"Hold it, be careful—I can't let go of him yet, if he goes to drink the water in the lake, it will disturb the corpses below..."

His sea-blue eyes looked at the pitch-black lake beside him.

Harry felt that those eyes were darker than the water of the lake.

He took the water, stopped looking at the strange crown prince, and only softly coaxed Sirius to drink the water.

Allen looked at Dumbledore who was watching, and said softly, "Sir, how do we find Regulus?"

Dumbledore looked away, walked to him, and said softly,

"—Then leave it to Kreacher."