Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The black-drawn skeleton opened its mouth wide, and a snake snaked down from it, as if carrying the ominousness of the year.

The snake squirmed slightly.

Although the movement is small, it is very like a living thing, like a demon possessed, disturbing God's Eden with snakes from hell.

Karkaroff felt a constant panic in his heart.

He immediately thought of the panic and screams under the Dark Mark back then, and the white yew wood wand of the Dark Lord, as white as a human leg bone.

He shivered suddenly, and walked out in a panic.

In the deep night, the former Death Eaters walked in hiding, but not to pursue the old master, but...

want to escape.

Karkaroff quickly found Slytherin's cellar, and under the cover of night, he knocked on the door of his former colleague.

The door opened.

Snape stood there with a straight face, his black robe seemed to be one with the night.

That unique sound is like a cello being played.

"Oh--"

He elongated his voice with tact and disgust, and sarcastically said, "The famous headmaster of Durmstrang—Karkaroff—is here so late, what's the matter?"

Karkaroff stared at him, holding his left arm hard.

He lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and said, "You clearly know!"

The stupid and arrogant headmaster looked around and reprimanded in a low voice, "The imprint has moved!"

Snape's eyes were empty, and the corners of his upturned mouth smoothed silently and slowly.

Karkaroff pushed him away, walked quickly in, and poured out his bitterness the moment the door closed.

"It's unimaginable! He's still alive!"

Snape had to close the door with a "bang--" and watched Karkaroff scurry around like a headless chicken with a cold face.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said meanly, "Who?"

Karkaroff couldn't help raising his voice.

"Severus! Don't put on airs here! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

He pulled back his sleeve angrily, revealing the dark mark's spreading arm.

Snape's eyes froze, and his heart was a little dignified.

He also noticed something was wrong this morning, and studied it with Dumbledore in time.

—and of course that nasty new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Green!

Anyway, the old bee and the bastard confirmed the survival of the Dark Mark.

There was a slight sadness in the eyes of the headmaster with the white beard, which Snape didn't know, and the sadness was so peaceful that it was almost imperceptible.

The dark bat is always mean, but in this case, he couldn't even sniff.

If it weren't for Occlumency, his complexion might not be as good-looking as Karkaroff's!Of course, that being said, the score still needs to be presented!

Snape sneered and said,

"The humble Potions professor never believes in things without evidence. If you want to use this to restrain me, then you are very wrong!"

He pushed open the door, and said in a strange way, "Please."

Karkaroff gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "You can't still remember the hatred back then, I was just trying to protect myself!"

Snape said tactfully, "Hate?"

He turned cold, slammed the door against the wall, and said speciously, "Karkaroff, when it comes to hatred, it's not clear who is against whom."

This ex-colleague exchange ended unhappy.

And over there, Dumbledore couldn't sleep because of it.

He was full of depression in his heart, and he could hardly believe the source of the awakening of the Dark Mark.

The child of Allen has already found out that Voldemort only has five Horcruxes, a diary, a Hufflepuff gold cup, a resurrection stone ring, a Slytherin locket, and...

Harry.

Dumbledore's heart sank every time he thought of this.

Poor Harry.

He's not even 14 years old.

But Dumbledore has no choice. For the sake of the majority of the wizarding world, he must be careful about the basis of Voldemort's final return.

—Harry Potter.

How ironic and hopeless.

He called Harry to the principal's office in the afternoon. At that time, the child was still fine, full of happiness soaked in friendship and family affection.

...No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a Horcrux awakening.

Dumbledore tugged at his white beard, feeling so distressed that his hair was about to fall out.

He sighed, and finally decided to tell Alan about it the next day.

The child has the right to know after all.

As for Harry...

Let's wait until it is unavoidable, and save some last happiness for this child.

Dumbledore didn't know, and even Allen himself didn't know that this matter was more or less related to Allen.

On that day, Alan passed the selection of the Goblet of Fire and became a warrior, and the hall cheered endlessly.

That kind of genius's determined victory moved everyone, and made everyone feel ashamed.

That little eagle was one of them.

He was already in the sixth grade, and he worked very hard on weekdays. He listened carefully in class and reviewed carefully after class. He even worked hard to participate in dueling classes that Ravenclaw didn't like very much.

In order to have the same domain as that crown prince, he even worked hard to study ancient runes, wanted to learn alchemy, and won glory and fame.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be as dazzling as the other party.

He was disappointed.

He is tired.

He wanted to give up.

——It’s good to be an ordinary person.

The little eagle thought so.

Holding the alchemy notes he had accumulated, he walked to the Room of Requirement, determined to hide these notes here and never touch them again.

He's going to be an ordinary person obediently.

However, when he put the thick note on the dusty low cabinet in front of a strange cabinet, he heard a voice.

"Why abandon them?"

The little eagle was startled, looked up, and saw a dusty crown.