Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Everyone has discovered the failure of magic.

They lost their magic support, and they seemed to have become the most despised Squibs and Muggles, weak mermaids.

There are dark clouds overhead.

There are lightning and thunder in my ears.

In front of you is a powerful enemy...

They are afraid, they are terrified.

But in their hearts, there is more hatred, the hatred filled with corpses and blood!

More and more brothers and sisters died under the sword of that strange blond boy, and the hatred grew deeper and deeper.

Until Florian arrives with an ill-fitting second-hand wand...

Allen was almost in a trance.

he thinks:

What about Floria?Didn't you go to stop Florian and prevent this person from making trouble?

Only then did he belatedly realize——

Among the three principals he killed just now, Floria's father seemed to be there.

... How should he face him?

Allen lowered his eyes halfway, his sea blue eyes flickering under the light of lightning.Instead, those eyes were deep and dark, like the bottom of the sea hiding murderous intentions.

... These people cannot be allowed to go out alive.

he thinks.

Otherwise, he will become the second Gellert Grindelwald, and he will be doomed.

Allen's eyes became firm, and he held the long sword tightly in his hand.

The blood-splattered right hand was lifted slightly, turned over with strength, jumped out of a dazzling white under the lightning, and waved sword lights one after another amidst the thunder.

Amidst the shouts of killing, blood came overwhelming.

His face, hands, and body were stained with blood, and the delicate collar pin on his white shirt was also covered with blood drops, and even his shirt was covered with blood.

He raised his sword and blocked Florian's attack.

It turned out to be a brick picked up casually.

... Holding bricks, you have to face such a powerful enemy, knowing that you are not good at physical skills, you have to face such a powerful enemy.

...hatred indeed.

Two pairs of blue eyes collided, one was full of hatred, the other was indifferent, but the same thing was——

Neither of them intended to let the other live.

Allen flipped the long sword and cut off the opponent's wrist.

He raised his knee and kicked fiercely, flew up, and the long sword came down with the sound of the wind, stabbing Florian right through.

This ruthlessness shocked everyone.

Everyone hesitated to move.

Allen moved his eyes lightly, scanning the frightened faces of the crowd, his eyes suddenly froze on one face.

...Floria.

He and he looked across the crowd.

Also across the sudden hatred.

Floria's complexion was not much better, he didn't understand, an hour ago, he still had the expectation of becoming a real relative with this child...

An hour later, the child somehow became his father-killing enemy.

With his wand in his hand, he seemed to have chosen a side.

The castle was littered with corpses, and the child looked at him quietly, with a cold and indifferent expression, as if he was indifferent.

...indifferent.

However, the dark clouds in the sky almost stopped, and the lightning and thunder almost disappeared.

Allen called him softly, "...cousin?"

Floria laughed absurdly. He ruffled his hair and looked at the corpse beside Allen in disbelief.

...the body of Florian who was stabbed through the heart with a sword and frozen on the ground.

He asked, "When you killed my father, remember that I was your cousin?"

He laughed.

"When you killed these people, did you ever think that I brought you in at the risk of becoming a traitor!"

He laughed wildly, threw his wand at Alan's feet, and asked, "When you started killing people, did you ever think that these people have the same blood as you!"

Allen's eyes dimmed again.

He looked at Floria, and down at the wand at his feet.

...Yes, they are not worthy to be brothers.

At this point, Allen had to admit that maybe he was the lone star of the devil.

He knew Floria's bloodline and cared about her. He didn't say anything, but he actually envied brothers and sisters like Ron.

He thought he could find his mother back, and then have a pretty good brother...

But fate is so disgusting.

The moment he killed Gregory, he lost his brother.

...will never have a brother again.

He lowered his eyes, gently raised his fingers, and lifted the Katina long sword out of Florian's body.

He held the long sword tightly, but couldn't aim at the person opposite.

Allen sighed softly.

He was tired, he was weary, he hated these absurd fates.

He can't wait to insert this katina into the heart of the goddess of fate, and question the pleasure of playing with fate!

He gently raised his left hand, then flipped it down again.

The big Yinglan formation came crashing down, landing at everyone's feet, covering every corner of the castle, killing everyone except Floria.

For a time, the blood flowed into a river.

Allen lowered his left hand calmly, lowering his eyes calmly.

His fingers were cold, and he shivered slightly from the ice.

He hooked Lance's magic line.

Allen exhaled lightly, waiting for the knight commander who could always bring him comfort.

This is the agreement between him and Lance——

During the summer vacation of the second grade, he entrusted all the matters of the third grade to Lance, and at the same time told the other party that once the contact badge flashed three urgent red lights, there was a situation that he could not solve.

Just when he needs him.

When the contact badge shines so brightly, please come to him through that portkey.

And now, he needed Lance to take him away.

Lance also needs to kill Floria for him....

Be cruel for him.

In any case, today's Grindelwald family cannot have a living mouth!

After those murderous attempts were exhausted, Floria was spattered with blood all over her head and body, and even the corner of her robe was stained with broken pieces of flesh.

He asked blankly, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Allen looked at the Katina long sword in his hand. He wanted to say something, but he seemed to know that all explanations were useless.

He closed his eyes, waiting for Lance to arrive.

Floria sneered, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood spattered on his face, and looked at the sky reflected in the blood.

He whispered, "The entire Grindelwald family... Am I the only one left?"

He laughed like crazy.

Suddenly, he pulled out his hidden fruit knife, shouted and stabbed at Allen——

It's too late, it's too soon.

At that moment, Lance, who received the warning, quickly turned the Portkey left by Allen.

But the space from Windermere Villa to the Grindelwald family is too long, and just ten seconds seems to have gone through a century.

Lance was terribly anxious, clutching the gun tightly in his hand.

——He knew that His Highness would open Zeus to block the magic, and at this time, the wand was like a useless branch.

——He keeps this pistol ready at all times, ready to fight for His Highness!

Finally, he fell to the ground.

But as soon as he landed, he saw the blond crown prince covered in blood, standing there as if unconscious.

In front of Allen, a man also covered in blood rushed from the blood-colored grass, holding a sharp fruit knife in his hand.

He didn't have time to think about it, he subconsciously opened the bolt and loaded it, aimed at the opponent's head and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots resounded.

Even Allen couldn't help trembling for a moment.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw Floria lying on the ground.

The unruly hair was stuck to the side of the cheek with blood, and there was a round bloodstain on the forehead. The blond hair was soaked by the spilled blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Allen blinked in a daze, and felt that the soil under his feet trembled.

He stared blankly at the blond hair flooded with blood.

Behind him, Lance came quickly and covered his eyes.