Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

At 07:30 in the evening, Alan returned to the Slytherin cellar with a pale face.

Draco was lying alone on a couch, chatting and laughing happily with the girl sitting across from him, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him like two walls, not saying a word.

Hearing the sound of the lounge door opening, Draco looked up and saw Alan, who was pale, with sloppy feet, and seemed to be seriously dehydrated. He turned over and sat up, and wanted to get up, "Alan, are you okay?" ?"

The girls were dissatisfied and pulled him one after another.

Draco turned his head and asked them to go back to bed in a graceful manner.

However, this demeanor only lasted for a moment, and he quickly pushed away the entangled girl impatiently, and walked quickly towards Allen.

The girls stomped their feet angrily and returned to the dormitory angrily.

There are no people in the lounge anymore. The senior snakes have a lot of homework and are often in the library.

The lower grades didn't want to provoke Malfoy, and had already looked for another place - the only remaining girl was driven away by Draco.

Allen confirmed that there were no outsiders, and then weakly held Draco's hand, and the other hand weakly supported the wall.

The touch of oil painting on the wall, the wand on the inside of his robe immediately began to dance, and seemed to be very excited, which made him froze for a moment, cutting off the words he hadn't said yet.

Draco followed his line of sight, only seeing the black wall, full of doubts.

Allen bent down slightly, his legs were trembling, but he still squinted his eyes and observed the wall carefully.

Touching it with both hands, he turned to Draco and said, "Excuse me, can I have a lamp?"

Although Draco was surprised, he turned to Crabbe and said, "Bring a lamp."

Relying on his height advantage, Crabbe picked up the lamp on the bookshelf behind him and handed it over.

Allen tried to take the lamp, Draco looked at his trembling fingers, frowned and pressed his hand down with disgust, and leaned towards the wall with the lamp, and said in disgust,

"If I give you the lamp, I'm afraid it will fall immediately. This lamp is not cheap."

This awkward concern made Allen laugh, and he replied, "Thank you, young master, for your concern."

His eyes were still looking at the wall carefully, he straightened up after looking carefully, and said, "This seems to be a painting."

"painting?"

Draco frowned.

Allen didn't speak, his wand trembled ever since his fingers touched the wall.

As the owner of the wand, he naturally felt the joy of the wand.

He had no choice but to take out his wand, and was drawn to touch the "painting" almost impatiently.

The unknown object was peeled off under the eyes of several people, and fell straight into Allen's hand.

Draco immediately pulled Alan back, his face sullen, "You Muggleborn! Didn't anyone tell you not to touch inexplicable things!"

Alan warmed his heart, and smiled lightly, "It should be fine-this is what my wand found, and it is very happy now. Besides, am I fine now?"

He raised the piece of cloth in his hand and spread it out, only to see a piece of blackness, as if the artist had just painted a simple black screen.

Draco snorted coldly, and was about to walk away, but dragged the pale Allen back to the dormitory, threw him on the bed, and said mockingly,

"I don't see how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can stand for so long in such a state of collapse, can he still have a duel?"

Allen looked at him helplessly, "The duel is impossible, please let me go, young master."

Draco snorted softly, poured him a cup of hot milk to force him to rest, closed the door gently and went out.

Allen leaned against the bed, sipped half a glass of milk, finally relieved the discomfort in his stomach, and finally looked better.

He spread out the painting that Draco picked up with his wand just now, picked up the wand and clicked it, and wondered, "It really seems to be just a black background."

He looked at his wand, "Why are you so excited?"

If anyone else was here, they would definitely be frightened by this terrifying scene——

Beside the dark green bed curtain, the blond boy leaned against the head of the bed, spread out a black canvas, and made a "hiss" sound at his wand.

As if summoned, a figure slowly appeared from the black cloth, watching the vigilant boy curl his lips.