Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

In July, the entire country is enveloped in the summer heat.

Compared with usual times, the number of people traveling this year has dropped significantly.

Something happened to the king and the royal steward passed away.

The crown prince also fell ill.

These things hit them hard, and the people generally ran around without enthusiasm.

Rather than that, they would rather respond to the cabinet call, actively report those drug addicts, and use their own way to avenge His Majesty the King!

The Muggle world is a bit depressed, but the wizarding world is a bit prosperous.

Lupine found a shop that didn't mind his status as a werewolf, and even got equal pay for equal work.

But the other party asked him to enter the cage on the 15th of every month until the 16th after the full moon, when the store manager would let him out.

Sirius felt this was an insult and angrily wanted to argue with the shopkeeper.

But Lupine didn't care.

He even happily accepted the job - after all, he already had the Wolfsbane potion sponsored by Snape and wouldn't cause any huge trouble to the kind shop owner.

Sirius' breath couldn't go up or down, it was stuck in the middle, almost choking him to death.

There was nothing he could do to stop Lupine.

After all, it is extremely difficult for his best friend to be able to support himself and even live a decent life.

He visited Harry every day, and then turned into a big black dog lying outside the abandoned house, silently accompanying his best friend and godson.

That night, Sirius went to the pub to drink as usual.

No one is with him now.

Lupine had a new life, and even had a spark of love with Nymphadora Tonks, and he was very busy every day.

But Sirius could see that it was a spark of happiness.

He was happy for his old friend, but also a little sad.

Everyone has a new life, only he is still in his memory, in his high-spirited years.

So he fell in love with drinking.

It wasn't like he was drunk, but the burning sensation of alcohol passing through his intestines always gave him a vague comfort.

That night, Sirius went to the pub to drink as usual.

He didn't want to go to Three Broomsticks, and he didn't want to recall the excitement of the past, but now he was alone.

He also didn't want to go to the Pafudi Tea House, where young lovers went.

He could only choose the Pig's Head Bar.

This bar opened by Dumbledore's brother not only gave him a sense of security, but also allowed him to cover his face, pretend to be a homeless tramp, and get drunk here briefly.

On this day, a man wearing a black cloak and his entire face covered by a hood sat across from him.The man seemed very young, and his movements gave Sirius a hint of familiarity.

He drove away, "Go somewhere else, I don't welcome you here!"

The person opposite didn't speak, just took a sip of firewhiskey silently.

Sirius frowned, drank the wine in one gulp, and prepared to stand up and leave.

The man suddenly spoke, his voice as ragged as iron filings polished with sandpaper.

"Friend, want to make a deal?"

Sirius sneered, took out two Galleons from his pocket and threw them over, saying arrogantly, "I have plenty of money!"

He suddenly fell down, laughed self-deprecatingly, and murmured,

"I am so poor that I only have gold galleons left..."

The person opposite was unmoved. Instead, he secretly took out a package wrapped in old newspapers from his hand, waved to him, and waited for him to come over before whispering,

"This is no ordinary product. You are giving two gold galleons to the beggar!"

Sirius frowned, a little curious, looking at the tattered old newspaper and said,

"What kind of junk can be valuable?"

The person opposite seemed very complacent. He carefully held the package in his arms and hid it before saying, "Brother, you are a rich man, but no matter how rich you are, can you escape death?

"——I have a Deathly Hallows here that can allow you to escape the pursuit of death."

Sirius opened his eyes silently, listening to the other party's mysterious words,

"This is--

"Invisibility cloak."

Sirius looked ugly, grabbed the other person's neck, and asked, "Impossible! The Invisibility Cloak is a treasure of the Potter family! It has been passed down from generation to generation!"

The face on the other side was still tightly hidden, clearly controlled by him, but he let out a low laugh.

Sirius could almost feel the vibration in the other person's chest, and then heard the other person's next words——

"What kind of Potter is not Potter? Their family is dead!"

These words almost instantly ignited Sirius' anger.

He knocked the opponent over with one punch, rode on top of him and unleashed violent attacks. He cursed and uttered tons of curse words.

The other party was not prepared to resist at all, and kept struggling to get back the "Invisibility Cloak" that Sirius had thrown aside, shouting while scratching,

"My Invisibility Cloak! My Deathly Hallows!"

Sirius was so angry that he stood up and kicked the opponent. Before the group of wizards who were hiding their identities could take revenge, he had already snatched the invisibility cloak neatly.

He opened the package angrily and saw an inferior invisibility cloak made of unicorn hair.

He sneered heavily and said loudly, "How can a unicorn with tattered hair be worthy of being compared with the Deathly Hallows?"

He lowered his head, patted the other person's face with the invisibility cloak, and said mockingly,

"You ignorant thing, please wipe your eyes!"

After saying that, he threw the invisibility cloak into the other person's face, drunkenly threw a galleung at the front desk, was scolded by the grumpy boss, and left with a curse.

The next day, Sirius woke up from a hangover and felt a little uneasy thinking about what happened yesterday.

...He saw people who dared to blatantly use the Potter family's invisibility cloak, but what about the places he couldn't see?

... Could it be that the invisibility cloak he kept in his old house was stolen?

For a moment, Sirius broke into a cold sweat.

He didn't even bother to take a shower and change clothes, so he quickly apparated back to his old house, carefully turned out the invisibility cloak, and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

——Fortunately, it’s still there!

He collapsed to the ground with some exhaustion, looking at the invisibility cloak in his hand with nostalgia and decadence, and couldn't help but recall the time when he, James and the others, wore it and got into trouble in Hogwarts.

But now...

Sirius smiled bitterly, put the invisibility cloak away again, told Kreacher to watch it carefully, and went downstairs with a frivolous pace.

When he didn't see it, the invisibility cloak seemed to be melted and disappeared into the cabinet.

At the same time, a cloak that was exactly the same as the invisibility cloak grew out of the cabinet, and every wrinkle was exactly the same as what Sirius had replaced.