Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Draco Malfoy may be naive, but he's never stupid.

He doesn't know what happened to Allen, but he knows that everything has changed.

He watched the other party frowned and fell into a deep sleep, knowing that when the bastard woke up, he would face those Muggle-borns with an eternally gentle appearance.

He tiptoed up, left the dormitory hesitantly, hid in the bathroom where Myrtle was, and set up the cauldron.

euphoria.

palliative.

Vitality tonic.

Perhaps, that bastard will need these three potions to relieve anxiety and increase vitality... to pretend to be calm and joyful.

Draco sat on the ground, looking at the cauldron that was gradually billowing smoke, frowning and thinking about the rumors of the Allen and Grindelwald families.

—The Germans said that Alan's mother came from the Grindelwald family.

So, this bastard is looking for the queen...

And looking at it like this, he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Draco withdrew his mind, stirring the cauldron clockwise.

He remembered the situation after Allen's first divination class. What did the liar say to Allen?

He suddenly remembered that sentence and broke out in a cold sweat.

Said the crazy woman,

[All your pursuits are in vain...]

Draco grasped the stirring rod dully, his fingers trembling slightly, and couldn't help but become more worried about Alan's mental state.

He sat blankly, but thought of Alan's appearance now.

That's no longer the bastard who indulged him before.

...that is the posture of a superior.

It is the honor of the crown prince.

Draco suddenly didn't know what to do again.

He cared about Alan, he cared about this friend, and hoped that the other party would get what he wanted.

But he also knew clearly that ever since Malfoy put himself in the position of a subordinate and got involved with Allen...

They inevitably became monarchs and ministers.

A burst of pungent burnt smell brought back Draco's mind. He looked at the cauldron, yelled, and hurried over to it, and sure enough, he saw the burnt ball of joy potion.

He kicked the cauldron in frustration, and took out a batch of medicinal materials resignedly.

However, he subconsciously thought——

If Allen no longer pampered Malfoy, where would his family go?

Draco couldn't help holding on to the herbal medicine, and finally, after pasting the cauldron five times, he managed to brew a batch of euphoria potion, and brought the batch of potion back to the dormitory before curfew.

At this time, Allen had already sat at the desk to deal with affairs again.

The bastard glanced up at him and asked casually, "Why did you come back so late?"

Draco was annoyed at how he cared when he saw the innocent man.

He eagerly ran out to make medicine for this man, but everything was fine!

Thinking of this, he lost his tone, and with some aftertaste of worrying about Malfoy and vague anger, he put the small bag in his hand on his file.

"Who do you think I am for?"

Draco gritted his teeth angrily, "It's not that you are mentally ill, why should I go out and make potions for you? I didn't even bother to eat dinner, you are lucky, you still have the energy to deal with the documents!"

Allen's half-frowned eyebrows suddenly eased a bit.

He looked up at the angry little peacock instead of the smooth Master Malfoy, and asked softly, "Are you going to make medicine for me?"

Draco said unhappily, "Otherwise?"

Allen lowered his eyebrows slightly, showing a faint smile.

Although it was shallow, it was the first expression on his face after he came back.

He said softly, "Thank you."

Those sea blue eyes carried a warmth that was so weak that it almost dissipated, but suddenly lost the coldness that came from the heart.

Seeing him soften a little, Draco couldn't help muttering inwardly.

——This bastard is too hard to serve!

It was as cold as a block of ice a few seconds ago, and in a blink of an eye, I went to pick up the potion again.

So cloudy and uncertain, he really is a bastard!

He watched the blond bastards take out the test tubes one by one to think, and couldn't help but stepped forward to classify each other, and said one by one,

"A euphoria, a vitality tonic, and this palliative!"

He stuffed a bottle of palliative into the opponent's hand, and muttered, "I went to Durmstrang, and I don't even know potions when I come back."

"—Drink quickly, don't think about throwing it away!"

Alan was amused by him and raised a three-point smile.

That smile was fleeting, but it was real.

He took Draco's familiar pampering, raised his hand to hold the bottle of clear potion to his lips, and drank it down in one gulp.

Allen picked up the potion bag and handed it back to Draco. He stood up, looked down at the cautious and annoyed little peacock, and said softly,

"Give it to me tomorrow."

He said, "Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, remember to pass me the medicine - you are very thoughtful, I really need them."

Draco was a little smug at the words.

He restrained his expression, took the bag arrogantly, and said casually, "Look, you can't do without me!"

Allen couldn't help laughing, and responded, "Yes, you are right."

He looked through the magic window, watched the giant octopus float past the black lake, and said softly, "Draco, I really want to hate the gods."

He looked away again, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"But I can't."

That kind of emotion suddenly rose again, bringing out the hatred that had been buried but penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Like doubt in love.

Once hatred is fermented in the human heart, it will inevitably spread and gnaw like maggots attached to the bone, until it erupts and destroys the things that have been sentenced to death in the bottom of the heart.

Allen quickly collected his emotions, and calmly ordered,

"Tomorrow is Wednesday, I don't want to appear in front of everyone so soon-you remember to keep it secret."

He raised his hand to press Draco's shoulder, and those eyes were as deep as the deep sea again.

"Draco, investigate the people around Harry these few days, friends, teachers, relatives, and make a list for me."

Draco looked at him with suppressed shock, subconsciously excused Harry with concealed suspicion and worry.

"Uh, Pote hasn't done anything recently. He listens to you and talks about you almost every day... If you say that he is closest to you, it should be you!"

Allen looked at him with deep eyes, showing a trace of peace.

But the width and length were like snow-white silk in a quagmire, and it was inevitably stained with a dark color.

Rubbing that part of his neck, he sighed,

"Draco, do you know about Horcruxes?"

Amid that inexplicable threat, Draco shook his head cautiously and ignorantly.

then……

He widened his eyes in shock.

... Pote is a Horcrux!It's Voldemort's Horcrux!

Allen said softly, "Maybe you don't know that people who are close to the Horcrux will be affected by the energy of the Horcrux. Over time, they will become irritable, full of suspicion, hatred, and killing..."

He sighed and said,

"Draco, I think you know that Harry has been fostered by his uncle and aunt, and that family has not treated him well."

He watched Master Malfoy wake up in a daze, like a demon whispering.

Allen admitted that he was impatient.

He wanted to solve the troubles of Voldemort's pile of Horcruxes as soon as possible, and then speed up to complete the arrangement in the wizarding world.

he said softly,

"I've destroyed three Horcruxes, Draco. The remaining known Horcruxes are the Hufflepuff Cup and Harry."

"I've found the location for the former, and it's easy to destroy. But Harry..."

He frowned, and with a pale face, he looked worried without disguise.

"The more friends he has, the sadder it will be for everyone when that day actually comes."

Draco murmured, "And he's a Horcrux, we can't let him affect others too much..."

He looked at Allen absurdly, seeming to understand.

"...Your Highness, tell me the truth, when did you know?"

Allen didn't speak, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't be seen clearly in the dark green of Slytherin.

Draco exhaled lightly, "No wonder... No wonder you always take Harry with you... Then is he a descendant of Slytherin?"

Allen patted him on the shoulder silently.

So Draco knew the answer.

... It turned out not to be.

He was so stunned that he shook his head slowly, "You are such a saint..."

He looked into those sea blue eyes, and the other half of the sentence sank in his lips.

...you are such a demon too!