Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The magic power that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out. In an instant, like a sharp blade, all the mermaids were broken into flesh and blood, and then swept away violently into the distance, causing turmoil at the bottom of the lake.

Blood mist spread.

Water plants dance wildly.

There were also screams from the few surviving mermaids fleeing in terror.

Allen pressed his forehead with one hand, enduring the endless headache.

He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the hem of His Majesty's clothes floating in the water. He barely regained his sense and quickly gathered his magic power to press the slowly sinking flesh and blood into the bottom of the lake.

The boy breathed heavily.

Then, he laughed softly, which was a bit scary at the bottom of the dark lake.

"what……"

An uncontrollable laugh escaped from the corners of his lips, carrying the anger and resentment that had been suppressed for a long time deep in his heart, and his chest rose and fell briefly in response.

The Crown Prince's rituals for many years are still there.

But if you look carefully, you can see that the smile hanging on the young man's lips is no longer as sincere as it was back then, and it doesn't even have the formatting that later filled the scene...

But with restrained sadness and madness.

At that moment, all the water plants at the bottom of the lake were shattered by the violent magic power, as if thunder was aroused at the bottom of the lake. The blond boy protected the silent king and broke free from the shackles of the water.

Among all the twisting and flying fragments of water plants, Hermione and Fleur's little sister floated silently along with them, slowly rising to the surface.

As for the other two unknown places, Fleur and Krum were caught off guard by the first wave of magic impact and were knocked over behind boulders.

The moment Allen and His Majesty poked their heads out, endless cheers and cheerful music sounded, mixed with the sound of ceremonial robes celebrating victory.

The sound was deafening, but Allen couldn't hear any sound.

He subconsciously looked at His Majesty and saw that His Majesty still had his eyes closed like the bottom of a lake, and his body was as stiff as a corpse.

The old housekeeper, who was paying close attention to the lake, immediately knelt down on the edge of the platform and stretched out his hand towards Allen.

"Your Highness!"

Draco, Harry and all the people in charge saw it and hurried over to help.

Allen finally came to his senses, refused the help of the teenagers, and worked with the old housekeeper to pick up His Majesty on the platform.

Dumbledore and a group of officials were standing on the viewing platform above the platform. He glanced at it from a distance, and his heart sank when he saw Edward still sleeping, and he quickly led everyone down.

He walked quickly to Allen and wanted to check Edward's condition, but was pushed away by the boy.

Bagman, Karkaroff, Madam Maxim and others looked at each other behind them, whispering something.

Alan could hear them.

"...Didn't you say that you will wake up as soon as you get out of the lake?"

"It's true that I didn't know this at the time..."

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but stopped suddenly the moment he saw Allen's expression clearly.

The blond boy in front of him was surrounded by seven or eight blankets, and his blond hair was stuck to his forehead in an awkward manner.

Those eyes were no longer as they were originally, like the sun shining on the sea surface, instead suppressing the endless storm.

Around the storm, there is a red color that is almost hateful.

Dumbledore whispered, "Alan..."

Allen laughed coldly, "Dumbledore, you must give me an explanation!"

He knelt down next to the king, his face was calm, but his eyes were as ferocious as a snake that chooses people to eat. All the people in charge did not dare to get close to him, and the old steward motioned to stand far away from them.

The old housekeeper also had a livid face, looking at the unconscious king with worry, and carefully rolled the blanket into a roll and placed it under his majesty's head and neck.

The little wizards in the venue seemed to realize something, and the cheers gradually died down.

Everyone is whispering.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic immediately ordered the students to be evacuated and quickly rushed to Dumbledore's side.

Godwal strode over, put his hand on the crazy boy's shoulder, and said with a stern face, "Shut up, stupid boy! Tell me about your Muggle father!"

Allen took a deep look at Dumbledore, turned to look at the unconscious His Majesty, and tried to calm his voice.

"Uncle, I used magic factor perception and didn't feel any magic fluctuations, but my father didn't wake up!

"Just now at the bottom of the lake, I could still feel the magic restraint around His Majesty, but now it's gone!"

He looked at Grindelwald eagerly and fearfully, hoping that this former demon king who was proficient in dark magic could give him a glimmer of hope.

But Grindelwald's expression turned even darker.

He knew that Allen had a talent for sensing magic. If this kid couldn't feel it, it meant that the magic in the king had been dissipated.

In this case, why hasn't the king woke up yet?

Grindelwald quickly checked in his mind and suddenly thought of a possibility. He glanced at Allen subconsciously and saw the young man looking at him anxiously and eagerly, as if he was unaware of this possibility.

He stood up silently and looked at Dumbledore out of nowhere.

Dumbledore's heart sank.

The keen old man quickly searched for traces of Moody, but could not find him.

...The arrangement at the bottom of the lake and the magic on the three precious warriors were all arranged by Moody, but now Moody is nowhere to be found.

Dumbledore had a ridiculous possibility in his mind.

...could it be Tom?

He suppressed his thoughts and said something to Snape behind him. After watching Professor Bat leave, he slowly walked to Allen and squatted down, raising his hand to hold the boy's shoulders.

"child……"

Allen suddenly knocked down the hand he extended, looked at him coldly, and said coldly, "Dumbledore, if His Majesty makes the slightest mistake...!"

He didn't finish his words, but everyone present knew what he meant.

The old housekeeper took a deep breath, his pale hair blowing in the cold wind.

He tried hard to steady his old wrinkled hands, raised his hands to put a blanket on Allen's head, and rubbed it gently.

"Your Highness..."

The old voice called softly, "Your Majesty, dry your hair and be careful if you get a headache...don't worry Your Majesty."

Tears welled up in his eyes almost instantly.

Allen gritted his teeth and raised his hand to pull down the blanket. His blond hair was instantly dry again, and the water droplets on his and His Majesty's bodies disappeared.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

...Fortunately, after all, there is still an old housekeeper who can calm Allen's mood.

However, at this moment, Krum emerged from the water with Hermione in his arms.

Allen heard the sound of the water and subconsciously turned around to see Hermione and Krum breathing hard in the lake.

He clenched his hands unconsciously, and almost instantly, the smell of blood spread on the high platform.

Hermione was so cold when she saw those eyes that she didn't even react until Krum escorted her onto the platform.

...That's actually His Highness's eyes?

Just when everyone was frightened, a huge skull appeared in the sky, and a sinister snake slowly swam out of the skull's mouth.