Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

When Allen walked into that room, Krum and Fleur were not at all surprised.If someone else walked in, they would have to ask what was going on.

Furong smiled helplessly.

She hung her arms by her side, and said helplessly, "Well, it looks like my trip was futile!"

Allen shook his head slightly with a gentle smile.

He raised his hand, and two gift boxes came out.

A black and gold gift box floated down in front of Krum, and a Beauxbaton blue fell in front of Fleur.

He walked over here and joked,

"No, at least you have the amulet of the strongest alchemist in the world - as long as I don't die, the power on this amulet will last forever!"

Furong was opening the gift box, watching happily.

It was a golden longevity flower necklace, with tiny vines growing out, and a golden butterfly was still flapping its wings on the flower.

...imitation of oriental filigree inlay technology.

Even if Allen doesn't know much about it, imitating a fur is amazing!

As for Krum, it was a platinum bracelet, and the thicker ring was shaped very lightly by the cross holes.

His eyes lit up.

This big man didn't know the difficulty of alchemy, but Fu Rong knew it very well.

She was startled when she heard the words, and took a long time to let out a sigh of relief.

"...Alan, you are indeed a genius."

"Protective accessories can achieve this level, which is already at its peak!"

She sighed softly, put on the necklace contentedly, and comforted herself, "But you're right, at least I have a superb amulet!"

Krum looked like he wanted to say something too, but he hadn't had the chance.

——Principals entered the room complimenting each other with different smiles.

It can be seen that appropriate silence is a virtue, but long-term nonsense is not necessarily a good thing, and it is inevitable that you will miss a lot.

Madam Maxim gently brushed away the chandelier that was blocking her, and looked at the blond boy beside Fleur with a sighing smile.

"Alan, I didn't even have time to ask you—are you safe?"

The crown prince seems to have changed little, and a lot.

From Maxim's point of view, he just became more majestic - but for the crown prince, more majesty is never a bad thing - and he did not lose his usual gentleness.

like now-

With a gentle smile, the young man nodded in a gentlemanly manner.

"Yes, ma'am, I wish you well too."

Karkaroff looked at Alan and grinned with big yellow teeth, "Long time no see, Alan."

Allen returned the salute with a constant smile.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, cleared his throat, and attracted everyone's attention.

He shrugged his shoulders and said like an old urchin, "Well, it's time for the boys to go to rest-they should at least have a good night's sleep before the first exam."

Madame Maxim lovingly touched Fleur's head.

She leaned closer to Fleur, and the ending of the French accent spread gently.

"Good boy, don't be too nervous—take this competition as an exercise, and don't insist on ranking. Of course, you can take this opportunity to discuss alchemy with Allen!"

She said and looked at Allen, smiling very gracefully.

Karkaroff also walked up to Krum, but he didn't say anything, his wolf-like eyes stared at him, hiding his hide under the eyes of everyone.

He took Krum back to Durmstrang's wooden boat, and said a little grumpily,

"Victor, you should work hard to win! This is a rare Triwizard Tournament! If Durmstrang can win..."

That would turn my reputation around!

People are so shallow!

As long as he brings glory to Durmstrang in his tenure, who cares about his corruption, bribery, so-called "unprincipled and selfish"?

And those parents will stop their superficial criticism of his education policy.

Sooner or later, they will know that only children who grow up under fear can have the power to overcome fear!

Karkaroff didn't want to want to crawl at the feet of the Dark Lord in the past, but what he did after he became the headmaster was indeed influenced by Voldemort.

He used to fear Voldemort.

After he became the principal, he couldn't help but want to become another "Voldemort"!

He finally understood the thrill of life and death for the Dark Lord!

Because of this, he envied and envied Allen, even with a hint of fear, he condoned Durmstrang's students' verbal violence, cold violence, and even black magic attacks on the Muggle crown prince.

Karkaroff miscalculated.

He wanted to see the embarrassment of the strong being suppressed, but he only saw the contempt of the proud son of heaven.

That kind of contempt was just like the Dark Lord's contempt for ants.

...they are all ants.

Krum was a little puzzled, but he still replied sternly, "I will try my best—Alan is a very formidable opponent!"

Karkaroff paused.

He stared back into Krum's eyes, and stormed into the principal's lounge angrily.

He would never have imagined that the next day, he would taste the taste of fear again.

The next day, the morning light was faint.

Karkaroff still had trouble falling asleep.

In fact, Hogwarts and Beauxbatons almost had reservations about this Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore was worried because of the ghost in Harry's body, and Mrs. Maxime had always disapproved of letting students take such a big risk.

This match was almost facilitated by Karkaroff.

He needs a win.

He needed a victory from a gifted student to turn his reputation around and succeed him as headmaster in Durmstrang.

He needs this position, otherwise he will have nothing to rely on.

As for Allen?

He'd thought about it beforehand, but he thought the age limit of seventeen would exclude the Muggle crown prince.

However he failed.

Karkaroff tossed and turned.

He got up and paced back and forth in the cabin, thinking about his future, pouring himself beer after glass irritably.

Until the sun rises.

He felt the itch and heat in his left arm, and thought it was because he was too upset.

Perhaps it was peace that took away his vigilance.

When he arrived at night and decided to take a hot bath, he saw the deep Dark Mark on his left arm.

No more faded pencil sketches.

Instead, it looks like a snake traced in ink, coming alive from a dead skull mound.

At that moment, Karkaroff fell into an ice cave.