Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Draco burst into laughter, stomped his steps gloatingly, and said loudly,

"Crabbe, Goyle! Let's go to the auditorium! There will be flying lessons later, so eat more!"

For the first time, Salazar felt that this junior in his family was too kind?

Foolishly letting such parallel imports waste your time?

That's not Slytherin at all!

The sorting hat can't be stupid!In fact, this little guy should be given to Hufflepuff!

Quirrell also didn't want to get involved with the Muggle crown prince who Dumbledore was paying attention to, just to attract attention.

But just when he refused, the Dark Lord behind his head said sharply, [Promise him!Take him to an empty classroom! ]

[The Muggle crown prince that Dumbledore cares about... Oh, then let me lead him astray!Look at the face of that old bee singing benevolence and righteousness! ]

Allen was also very helpless. Who knew that his polite words would have such consequences?

Polite language!

Professor Quirrell, do you know what polite language means?

No way, Allen had to continue to maintain the air freshening spell, and then walked to the medical wing with Quirrell.

Who knows, Quirrell just took him to an empty classroom on the sixth floor.

The location of this classroom is delicate, there are only two stairs to reach it, one leads to the library, and the other comes from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

If something happens, it will take a while to call for help.

Allen's eyes darkened, and he stopped, "Professor, this doesn't seem to be the way to the medical wing."

Quirrell also wanted to cry but had no tears. You know, he was doing things under Dumbledore's nose.

Forget it, his master has to give him extra weight to deal with such a completely unnecessary Muggle crown prince.

[idiot!what do you know! ]

Allen looked strangely at Quirrell standing in the classroom, shrinking his neck, and took another step back vigilantly, just stuck at the door of the classroom.

"Professor, what do you want from me?"

Quirrell twitched, his face grim, "y, yes..."

Allen has already held the wand calmly, as long as there is any change in Quirrell,

He first gave the other party a "Tarantella Dance", and then a "Lisong Jinxie", and then quickly retreated.

Quirrell suddenly calmed down, he looked up at Allen, and he became graceful and calm.

He raised his hand to straighten his robe, sat calmly on the table in the empty classroom, and waved to Alan, "Alan, come here!"

Allen became more vigilant, "Professor?"

...Is this a double personality?

He thought to himself.

"Quirrell" laughed softly, lowered his arms, "I know you are wary of me, but don't worry - what can I do to you under Dumbledore's nose?

He played with his wand, "I'm afraid I'll throw you out of Hogwarts if I hit you with the front foot."

Allen twitched the corner of his mouth, and said tactfully, "...do you have any reason to attack me?"

"Qi Luo" laughed loudly, but it was not hearty at all, but rather gloomy and terrifying.

He said, "Alan, you are the most talented person I have ever met... You are extremely smart, the professor prefers you, and you get along well with your classmates...

"However, you have never had a heart-to-heart relationship with them! Rather than being tolerant and gentle, it is better to say that you are good at using the status of the crown prince to drive others..."

Allen raised his eyes slightly, his hand holding the wand was a little stiff, "You misunderstood..."

"is it?"

"Quirrell" cut him off with a smile, "Look at those stupid people, they suspect you because you are assigned to Slytherin..."

"Even if you're the Muggle Crown Prince, even if your position is engraved there from the start, they'll still be suspicious!

"Don't tell me, you didn't feel Dumbledore's eyes following you..."

The blond crown prince's complexion remained unchanged, as motionless as a mountain.

"I really appreciate it."

The man sighed, "Alan, why don't you struggle? Don't you feel at ease in the vortex of identity, giving everything for them, and then being constantly questioned about your loyalty?"

Allen said coldly, "You are not Quirrell! Who are you?"

The man laughed happily, "I once stood on top of the world, calling the wind and the rain!"

"You and I are the same kind of people, Alan! Don't let go of your innate advantages! Use your strength, your identity, to seize real power!"

Allen was silent, and the classroom walls blocked the light, leaving half of his body hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

As a result, the other party's face became more and more calm, and the smile was full of winning.

"You are wrong! I am not of your kind."

Allen took a step back and completely retreated to the door of the classroom.

Most of his body was exposed outside, without the cover of the wall, the light poured down, making him shiver slightly.

"His Royal Highness, the Dark Lord, I will always follow the position of the crown prince, abide by the law and morality, and keep in mind my mission of protection."

"After all, I always have a home, and you, no one will accept you anymore."

"Qi Luo" snorted coldly, "Who would expect the acceptance of stupid people? Alan, you will know sooner or later that only power is everything!

"And those feelings are nothing but false illusions."

Allen said coldly, "Whatever you think, if there is nothing else, I will leave first!"

He backed out of the door completely, turned and walked away, not even Salazar in his pocket making a sound.

In the classroom, Voldemort watched Alan who left calmly, and disappeared from Quirrell's body.

Quirrell no longer stuttered, and asked fluently, "Master, why did you let him leave? Won't he reveal your identity?"

Voldemort's hoarse voice reached his head, it was so pleasant that it was not even shrill,

The voice said,

"He is like this, and he doesn't even need my induction."

Quirrell widened his eyes in shock, "You mean?"

Voldemort said softly, "Let us wait quietly and see what surprises this Muggle crown prince will bring us..."