Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After that, before Grindelwald returned, Allen took a quick look at Voldemort's situation.

This one has been dilapidated to the point of dissipating, and he doesn't even have the energy to vent his anger.

The voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, full of hoarseness and hatred.

"Hmph, Ellen Cornwall... Long time no see. Look, I'm such a dilapidated man, and you're not much better!"

Allen leaned against the head of the bed disinterestedly, pulled him over, and taunted, "Your Highness, the Dark Lord, you are lingering in my hands, how dare you bark?"

Voldemort grinned bitterly, with a deep-seated hatred.

"You'll never know what the Dark Lord's plan is..."

Allen raised his eyes, "If you mean your five Horcruxes."

Voldemort froze.

"We've already destroyed three Horcruxes, the Diary, the Slytherin Locket, the Resurrection Stone Ring, and soon, the Hufflepuff Cup will be back."

Allen said quietly,

"And I already know where the last Horcrux is.

"Anyway, you made a total of five Horcruxes, didn't you?"

The black mist of the soul floated stiffly in the air.

Allen tried mockingly,

"Why, Your Highness the Dark Lord, you only have this ability. You wanted to create seven Horcruxes, but you didn't expect to be defeated by Harry Potter after only five?"

Voldemort was suddenly enraged.

"Ellen Cornwall!"

Allen suddenly laughed.

——It turned out that there were really only five Horcruxes.

That is to say, if he destroys the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and then destroys the pathetic savior, he will be able to gain temporary peace.

He happily pulled the ball of souls, skillfully outlined the dangerous red alchemy array with his fingertips, tortured the weak souls in the rotation, and listened to the wonderful screams.

... Hurting a wicked person is not a moral failure.

No?

The profile of his face was reflected in the red light, and the corners of his raised mouth seemed to be dripping with blood.

When the alchemy formation that had been buried earlier warned, Allen quickly sealed the broken and ugly lump into the magic box, and closed the lid pretending to be calm.

He raised his eyes and said obediently, "Uncle, are you back?"

……

After witnessing Grindelwald destroy the Hufflepuff Gold Cup with Fiendfire, Allen felt more stable and happier.

He likes this feeling.

I like the pleasure of this kind of villain being tortured by myself, but there is no way to heaven or earth.

Allen couldn't care less about self-examination and self-correction.

He was immersed in this pleasure, and even a little reluctant to bear Voldemort's death.

He looked at Dumbledore, who was half warning and half persuading, and said softly, "Sir, Harry is the only Horcrux now."

Dumbledore frowned sadly.

Allen pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said, "Sir, before Voldemort's decline, the diary can be turned into a guest, and has self-awareness.

"Now, Voldemort's remnant soul is dilapidated, so, will the soul piece on Harry take the opportunity to wake up?

"—we can't bet."

He said softly, "You and I both know that would hurt Harry even more."

Grindelwald frowned and thought, and soon realized what they were discussing, and his eyes widened in shock.

...Does this mean that Voldemort turned a person into a Horcrux?

Even Grindelwald, who claims to be the most proficient in black magic and once blew up Durmstrang because of his black magic research, has to admit that this is really crazy.

Dumbledore was silent, unwilling to even face the reality.

Harry has been having a hard time.

The child lost his parents not long after he was born, but now he finally has a godfather who loves him and a group of sincere friends.

He finally returned to the place where he should be, enjoying the joy of learning magic.

Just three years.

How could Dumbledore have the heart to let this child die?

He knew that Allen had destroyed the Slytherin locket and the soul piece on the Resurrection Stone ring, and he should also destroy the burden on the Hufflepuff gold cup.

But he couldn't bear it.

He knew that once the evil spirit on the golden cup was destroyed, the next one would be that poor child.

But now, the Jinbei was accidentally destroyed.

Whether he likes it or not, he should face the most urgent thing at the moment.

Yes, they should have let Harry know.

but……

Dumbledore said softly, "Alan, it's already April."

Allen didn't understand what the other party meant for a moment.

When he saw the old principal, he heard the other party say, "There are only two short months before the summer vacation, let him spend a happy third grade."

The old man with the white beard deceived himself and said,

"Maybe the soul piece on his forehead won't wake up."

He said softly, "Ellen, whether it's for you or for Harry, I don't intend to add even the slightest bit of pain to you two."

Grindelwald held the hand silently.

He finally stopped being rejected.

The two old men walked away together.

Sitting alone in the empty medical wing, Allen suddenly felt more alone than ever.

For a moment, he didn't know what he wanted.

The pleasure he had just gained from torturing Voldemort was gone.