Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The moment Allen got the golden egg, the cheers on the field were deafening.

But as we mentioned earlier, not everyone is thrilled with Allen's power.

The girls of Beauxbatons had always known Alan's talent, and they took it for granted that the little prince was just as dazzling.

If Allen can't crush the victory this time, they will feel something is wrong.

At this moment, the Beauxbaton delegation happily waved colorful flags, and the atmosphere was as enthusiastic as when Furong got the golden egg.

... even hotter.

The atmosphere in Durmstrang was more somber.

Karkaroff had a stinky face, and the purebloods who had tried their best to ignore Allen were also uneasy.

As for Hogwarts—

The pure blood represented by the little snakes has been completely conquered.

They will no longer have the slightest thought of resistance.

And the other kind of pure blood - Weasleys have different expressions.

Fred and George wandered through the crowd, rejoicing as if they had won.

They shouted—

"Look!"

"Look!"

"The youngest Triwizard Cup player in the history of Hogwarts—"

"He got the golden egg!"

The Weasley twins were bouncing around in the crowd, grabbing Ginny's hand and waving, being pushed aside by the younger sister in disgust.

And their little brother, Ron, was even more silent.

The red-haired boy who has grown up is a little lonely. In front of such a genius, he seems even more insignificant.

The loss was so dark and intense that he couldn't even talk to Harry and Hermione.

And Muggleborns...

Most of them were enthusiastically excited, and occasionally a few different voices were ignored, and they were even forced to remain silent.

Like Harry and Hermione.

Among them, there was a little eagle with a particularly strange expression.

His face was as pale as crumpled paper.

Looking at his expression, he seemed to want to cheer for this, but he was a bit disappointed and ashamed, and then his own emotions were completely swallowed up by a wave of resentment.

There was a trace of black air around his pale face.

Amidst the constant cheers of the little Muggle-born wizards, the black air gradually spread, and suddenly swallowed his soul.

Those flaxen eyes suddenly dimmed, and a bloody murderous intent burst out again.

Those eyes reflect the grand scene in the arena——

The proud dragon surrendered at the feet of the blond boy, half surrounding the Muggle crown prince with its sharp, spiked tail.

Allen held the golden egg.

Under the eyes of the crowd, it seems to be holding the golden ball at the coronation ceremony.

The little eagle's face became more and more ugly.

He was no longer Jack Brown, but a puppet whose body had been taken over by Voldemort.

His friends noticed something unusual.

Although Jack Brown's temperament has changed drastically recently, his arrogance and meanness have hurt the hearts of many friends, but after all, they have been friends for four or five years. Seeing each other's ugly face at this moment, they still couldn't help stepping forward to care.

"Hey Jack, are you okay?"

But they were pushed away in disgust.

Those little eagles stopped abruptly, their eyes filled with disbelief.

...is this really Jack?

The shy and serious Brown seems to have disappeared after Halloween.

Friends are even more chilling.

The light of friendship towards Brown in their eyes gradually disappeared, and they all retracted their gazes, and moved aside indifferently.

— they no longer see Brown as a friend.

In other words, Brown has long since abandoned their friends.

At the moment when his friends left, Jack Brown showed an undetectable struggle, but was overwhelmed by the dark madness in an instant.

Voldemort devoured the body.

A contented sigh escaped his throat.

— Decades later, after being locked into the crown so many years ago, he finally took form again.

Although it was not the appearance he admired, it was enough to deal with the situation in front of him.

Otherwise, he would be discovered by Dumbledore at the beginning of his resurrection and dealt with.

There was an ominous red light in the flaxen eyes of the teenager Brown.

Voldemort stared viciously at the blond crown prince in the arena. The vague connection between the horcruxes made him clearly remember the situation in which each horcrux was destroyed.

Every time it is destroyed, there is one person present.

— Ellen Cornwall, Muggle Crown Prince.

He narrowed his eyes viciously, determined to wait for Christmas, contact the former Death Eaters, and ambush the hateful rebel.

But at this moment, he knew that this was an almost impossible decision.

The Muggle Crown Prince is indeed a rare genius.

Even better than him back then.

Voldemort changed his mind.

He had heard Brown, a Muggle, mention that the crown prince cared most about the Muggle king.

very good!

He wanted to capture that foolish king, and then completely destroy Alan Cornwall, in order to avenge this man for destroying the Dark Lord's cause!

……

The first game is over.

Alan knew that someone was looking at him with hatred, so he looked over too, and saw a senior student wrapped in a Ravenclaw school robe.

He seems to have seen this person?

However, Allen was too lazy to search in his huge memory, adding a burden to his brain in vain.

He decided to be lazy as a matter of course, and planned to hand over the task of checking people to the head of Ravenclaw's college. Then he glanced at Grindelwald on the teacher's bench, but saw a frowning uncle.

There is also a silent Dumbledore.

He couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

...Did uncle find something?Did he behave differently in the game just now, did they notice something was wrong?

In just a moment, Allen quickly checked the memory of the game in his mind.

He was sure that he only used alchemy in this game!

He didn't use Fiendfire.

No use for Zeus either.

Allen felt that his arms were stiff, and his fingers holding the golden egg were cold, as if he had been buried in a cold lake in winter.

He looked at the cheering little wizards, and subconsciously drew a perfect smile.