Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Voldemort?

Allen was stunned, and the overwhelming anger and panic instantly overwhelmed him.

There were piercing screams all around, and the students who had just been gradually evacuated in accordance with the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic immediately started running in a panic, and countless screams were made during the jostling.

Even the officials of the Ministry of Magic were immediately panicked.

Dumbledore's face was sullen, and he didn't even care about Allen. He immediately raised his wand, put it against his throat, and said loudly,

"Quiet!!!"

When the students calmed down, he said calmly, "Prefect, take the students from your college back to the common room! No walking around!"

In that noisy background, Allen sat next to His Majesty and suddenly felt incomparable absurdity.

…Look at these idiots.

...In fact, what does the life and death of the wizarding world have to do with him?

In a daze, a line of small green characters appeared in front of his eyes.

[Alan Cornwall, you will eventually pay the price for your offense against the Dark Lord! ]

At that moment, Allen thought he was dazzled.

He subconsciously turned to Grindelwald and saw the Dark Lord looking at the words with a gloomy expression, looking into his eyes with some worry.

Allen suddenly laughed.

He stood up with a smile, attracting everyone's attention in this panic situation.

The old housekeeper looked at him worriedly and wanted to follow him, but was worried about the unconscious king. He could only straighten up while half-kneeling and called him softly.

"Your Highness?"

Allen was still smiling, his voice filled with absurdity of resentment and coldness of pain.

He turned to Dumbledore, his sea-blue eyes tinged with mockery, his gaze slid to Harry next to Dumbledore, and he said softly,

"Dumbledore, is this the result you want?"

Grindelwald frowned, but his men were inspecting Edward's body and soul and couldn't spare any time.

He looked at the old housekeeper across from him, his original intention was to ask him to take care of this careless little brat.

But he quickly gave up the idea.

Look at the old man opposite, his teeth are almost broken. It is estimated that if Allen is fine, this man will not say anything.

Everyone froze on the spot, even the greedy moths at the Ministry of Magic did not dare to move.

...The crown prince's state was so wrong that they were really afraid that they would die in the hands of this crown prince before they died in Voldemort's hands.

Even the Muggles who were hesitant to leave gritted their teeth and stayed.

They want to support their king!

They want to support their crown prince!

Even though they are still a vulnerable group in the wizarding world, they will never allow their king to get into trouble and suffer humiliation under the pressure of those in power.

Dumbledore looked at Alan guiltily.

"Child, this is definitely not..."

"enough!"

Allen shouted, with a restrained but crazy smile, and circles of red around his eyes, looking at the extremely worried savior with a hint of hatred.

He laughed silently.

"I won't trust you anymore."

The blond boy looked at Harry, his eyes turning from crazy to gloomy, and said with disgust, "It's because I trusted you and left Harry Potter, Voldemort's Horcrux, that I gave him the opportunity to harm my father!"

There was an uproar.

The people around Dumbledore and Harry immediately took a big step back, leaving almost a vacuum for these two people.

The Muggleborns looked at Harry in shock.

…Isn’t Harry Potter the younger brother of Slytherin blood approved by His Highness?

how come? !

There were small sounds of guessing, and they became a buzzing sound, like bees about to burst out of their nests. Everyone looked suspiciously at the center, waiting to see a result.

Even the dark mark in the air stagnated and gradually disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

In the crowd, a man with a pale face and scarlet eyes who hid himself under a peaked cap stopped silently, and his subordinates who were controlled by him with the Dark Mark also stopped.

They wanted to see what Harry Potter was.

Once the Dark Mark was gone, no one was in a hurry to leave.

After all, the most powerful Dumbledore and the Muggle Crown Prince are here, and all fools know that this is the safest place.

Finally someone got up the courage to ask,

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Do you still have to ask? Harry Potter must be related to the Dark Lord!"

"But he is His Highness's younger brother!"

"What kind of brother? How many generations have separated Slytherin's blood, so what else does it matter! His Highness is just kind-hearted!"

Harry looked around in panic, almost speechless.

……what?

...He is Voldemort?

Harry thought in confusion and panic, how could he be Voldemort?

He said helplessly, "I'm not... I'm not..."

How could I be Voldemort?

Voldemort is my enemy, the enemy who killed my parents!

He looked at Dumbledore and said for help, "Professor Dumbledore..."

But Dumbledore remained silent.

This silence seemed to be acquiescence, which made everyone's suspicion suddenly grow.

Harry defended helplessly and palely, "It's not me! I didn't!"

"Brother! Your Highness! You have to believe me! I don't!"

The poor savior looked helplessly at his owner like an abandoned cat, thinking that the other person would still defend him against the surging rumors as before.