Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The old woman calmed down again.

It seemed that she was not the one who beat and scolded Allen just now.

She sighed, "I'm not that stupid, I'm a master prophecy, I can see the future."

She pointed the tip of her wand at her temple, and said calmly,

"Everything is forgotten."

In the thunder, she fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

Allen raised his eyelids.

He seemed to be surprised, but there was only anger in his heart. His heart was like an inextinguishable thunder outside, wishing to split the whole world in half.

He looked at her for a while, then turned his head.

But at this moment, the young people outside opened the door.

Each of them held a magic wand and looked at the room vigilantly, but saw the old woman lying on the ground.

Before, the three principals were killed, and then there was the master prophecy who fell to the ground, and their anger and hatred were ignited almost at once.

The person in charge gritted his teeth in a low voice,

"Brothers, he killed my aunt! Kill him! Protect the Grindelwald family!"

They are well trained after all.

Although they were horrified by this tragic scene before, they had the heavy responsibility to protect the Grindelwald family, and they would never shrink back under such circumstances.

Furthermore...

Let the murderer who killed the three principals and the master prophecy leave, and if word spreads, the Grindelwald family's reputation will be ruined.

They waved their wands one after another, and colorful spells swayed towards that person, sparks like shooting stars in the sky.

But the other party did not see a trace of fear.

He held his long sword calmly like that, and walked towards them step by step.

The invisible barrier resisted the spells for him, captured all the spells that were swung away, and returned them all when he was caught off guard.

For a time, the elite of the Grindelwald family fell into one piece.

Allen walked calmly, with an invisible formation spreading out under his feet.

The formation expanded invisible, enveloping the entire Grindelwald family in an instant.

Demon sealing formation.

Block the magic power, destroy the protection, and block the escape route.

He glanced down at them, raised his sword and pointed it at the person in charge's neck, and the end without the tip of the sword pressed heavily against the opponent's throat, crushing the opponent's throat.

The person in charge glared at him with blood pouring out of his throat, but died immediately.

This is the fifth life in Allen's hands.

This is the blood debt between him and the Grindelwald family.

The other youths were already ignited by hatred. Seeing the person in charge died, they became even more excited, waving their magic wands and chanting various spells.

Yet they could no longer perform magic at all.

just like……

Their magic is gone.

They stared blankly at the wands in their hands, abandoned their magic altogether, and rushed towards Allen in batches, trying to kill the enemies in front of them through hand-to-hand combat.

The person in charge took the opportunity to break into the study and sounded the wartime alarm for the entire castle.

——The elderly, the weak, women and children, evacuate immediately!

——The young and middle-aged come here as soon as possible!

The ear-piercing screams resounded through the castle, and together with the black lightning and thunder above the castle, it brought despair that was full of mountains and rain.

Allen's eyes were filled with hatred.

He watched the people coming one by one, silently clenching the Katina long sword in his hand.

He swung his long sword, and a life was taken away with one strike.

The horrible blood spread in the narrow study, disgusting Allen, he flung open the window on the second floor, and jumped out of the window.

The long black coat was blown by the strong wind, throwing a few drops of blood on the wall.

He jumped off the second floor and retreated into the grass he passed by when he arrived.

In such a spacious venue, he looked at the almost endless stream of young men and women, and swung his long sword with full of resentment, surrounded by boundless blood.

He harvested their lives, as if he had mastered the authority of the god of death.

the other side--

Florian finally managed to find a spare wand, but Floria was furious.

The two were vying for each other, but they actually heard the wartime siren.

The ear-piercing shrill sound resounded through the castle, causing the two to immediately stop their hostility.

Floria was taken aback, not sure whether it was the invasion of foreign enemies or what Allen had done.

In fact, he knew it in his heart.

—Alan has never been a weak person.

In Durmstrang, this kid alone dared to use the Cruciatus Curse to kill the spiders in the entire classroom in the black arts class that taught the three unforgivable curses.

And the attitude of the three principals, including his own father, towards Muggleborns is well known.

Floria and Florian looked at each other, and immediately raised their legs and ran to the study on the second floor.

Then--

They saw death.

The three principals, Aunt Georgiana, dozens of members of the defense team...

There is blood everywhere.

Blood smells everywhere.

Florian's eyes widened and he yelled, "Grandpa!"

He ran over to pick up Gruss' body. The always kind grandfather had already rolled up the whites of his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and lost his voice.

Even the body is cold.

Floria also stared blankly at the man who seemed to have fallen from the sky.

...his father.

He hates the old man's stubbornness, the pure-blood theory that this guy never gets tired of, and the irresponsibility of this man, who ignored him when he was young, but wants to educate himself when he grows up.

...but he never wanted the old man to die.

His mind was in a mess, and he dared not admit that he knew who the murderer of all this was.

It's Allen.

It was he who brought the murderer into the family.

Floria stood by the door blankly, with the corpses of the family children under her feet.

He saw Florian crying in grief, with a lot of snot and tears, but he didn't have the heart to laugh at him.

Florian put the body gently on the ground, wiped his face vigorously, grabbed his wand and stood up.

He glared at Floria and said viciously, "Look at what you did! Led the wolf into the house!"

He heard the screams of killing coming from the window, strode to the window, saw batches of fallen young people over there, and turned to look at the little cousin behind him.

"Floria! Look, the wolf you brought is down there, and he's killing our brothers and sisters!

"If you still have a conscience, go down with me and kill him!"

Florian looked at him fiercely, almost gnashing his silver teeth.

He turned his head and jumped down resolutely.