Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Lance moved quickly. Allen had just finished reading all the books and was still thinking hard about how to fill this gap. He had already found Voldemort's manor.

Unexpectedly……

Voldemort's manor is Riddle Manor opposite the old Gaunt house.

but……

Allen asked with some confusion, "If I remember correctly, Riddle Manor has already completely declined?"

Lance leaned forward and answered, "That's the case on the surface. The action team originally thought so too, but when they walked into Riddle Manor, they were almost trapped to death.

"If it weren't for the protective function of the contact badge, I'm afraid it would have been folded in."

He added, "After that, we changed a group of action team members, found an ordinary person who knew about it, and put on a contact badge to go in and check.

"According to what he said when he came out, what he saw was an ordinary dilapidated house, just a little spooky."

Allen thought, "So that's it. I went to get the resurrection stone ring before, but I didn't enter Riddle's old house to check...so I missed it."

He stood up, took the coat from Lance, said "I'll go take a look" and disappeared.

The blond boy landed on this land again.

In front of him was the dilapidated Riddle Manor, and next to it was the collapsed old Gaunt house.

Allen thought sarcastically——

Even though Voldemort abandoned his name and killed his father and ancestors, he still set his base in his father's manor. Could he still expect the Riddles to accept him?

He swept across the door, feeling the magic inside, and stepped inside.

There was still a dilapidated scene in front of him, but the moment he stepped on it, countless offensive alchemy formations were activated, and dark light flourished around his feet.

Zeus, who had been lingering beside him, immediately set off, like a giant cat, wiping away these alchemy arrays with a slap.

The moment Zeus temporarily blocked all the alchemy formations here, the entire manor instantly became splendid, almost comparable to Buckingham Palace.

As Allen walked through it, he almost thought it was some royal castle that he had not inherited.

Looking around, there are treasures of jewelry and long carpets of portraits.

Wait, portrait?

He squinted his eyes and saw the portrait was pitch black, with blue fire lingering on his fingertips.

He walked over step by step and said in a cold voice, "Voldemort's remnant soul retreated. I didn't expect that there would be a fish that slipped through the net. You'd better come out obediently. Otherwise, I will burn everything with fierce fire!"

There was no movement in the portrait.

However, this cannot fool Allen. Those portraits clearly have traces of magic, and even the magic on them is still flowing, which shows the existence of the characters in the portraits.

He smiled coldly and said word by word,

"Aren't you going to come out? Don't think that I don't know the function of the portrait. Now that the entire manor has been blocked by my magic power, don't even think about how you can run out and tip off any mess!"

Seeing that there was still no movement from these portraits, Allen finally ran out of patience.

He gathered his sharp fire and locked the portraits with Zeus.

Within three seconds, the characters in the paintings were forced out in a swarm.They either treated him with cold eyes, or regarded him with hatred, or knelt down and begged for mercy, or went into chaos...

For a while, the sounds of wailing and yelling could be heard endlessly.

The portrait of the young man "Riddle" in the middle is narrowing his scarlet eyes, giving off a strong sense of threat.

Allen smiled, lifted up the hem of his coat, half-reclined on the invisible magic chair, and asked in an interrogation manner, "Tell me, what is your role?"

Several of the portraits were cursing.

"You deserve to know our role! When the Dark Lord returns, you will be tortured to death for a ignorant ant like you!"

Allen looked at the portrait of Riddle in the middle, and saw that the other person's "face" was getting more and more ugly, and some of the paint even began to peel off, so he had no time to fix it.

"Riddle" finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Who are you?! What kind of black magic is this!"

However, the blond boy opposite had no intention of answering this question.

The other party just sat down casually, and the fingers of his hanging right hand gently tapped the invisible piano keys. The blue fire danced on his fingertips, as if they were special notes.

The slightly deeper voice was almost gentle.

"Mr. Riddle, tell me, what is your role?"

Riddle only felt that the magic power on the portrait he was inhabiting was being swallowed up inch by inch. If this continued, I'm afraid they would really be broken!

He had no choice but to endure the disrespect and gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that we will be broken and you will never get this information again?!"

Allen just looked at him coldly and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. Voldemort no longer exists anyway. You remnants, you will be killed sooner or later. You will all be eliminated."

Riddle gritted his teeth bitterly.

He wanted to kill the person in front of him, but he was helpless because he was just a portrait.Seeing that the magic power in the painting is really going to be exhausted...

"To contact Death Eaters!"

With his eyes closed and his heart wide open, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Allen was not surprised and continued to ask, "What roles do you still play now?"

Riddle was furious, "Damn it, I've already told you, can't you stop this damn black magic!"

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he had no choice but to endure the humiliation and said, "It's useless!"

Zeus finally stopped.

He gasped for air and looked at the blond boy in front of him with scarlet eyes.

"We have completely lost contact with the Dark Lord. From the night he went to kill Harry Potter, we have lost our role! Are you satisfied?!"

Allen raised his eyebrows slightly.

——Very good, a hidden danger has been eliminated.

He turned away and turned a deaf ear to the abuse behind him.

After ruling out the hidden dangers of the portrait, Allen quickly checked the manor.

He put extremely dangerous magic hair products into his space spell watch, and then asked Lance to lead an action team to "ranse the house" while he entered the study and swept away the books in the study.

It has to be said that Voldemort is indeed an extremely talented person who loves to learn.

The collection of books here is almost comparable to that of Hogwarts.

You know, that's a school!

Allen directly opened up another space in his space spell watch and moved the entire decoration of the study into it, not even forgetting the door of the study.

He just added a door number to the study, which read——

[Tom Riddle's study]

It can be described as murderous.

Lance was directing the action team to "ranse the house" and was a little unbelievable when he saw Allen's behavior.

For a moment, he simply suspected that his gentle and thrifty Highness had been replaced by someone else!

But this is absolutely impossible.

He paused and suggested, "Your Highness, if that's the case, why don't you just move the whole manor away? Why bother to let the action team sort it out?"

Allen looked at the busy knights wearing dragon leather gloves and said softly, "There is nothing we can do about it.

"Voldemort doesn't know how many curses and alchemy formations he has placed here. Although Zeus can destroy them, this is the territory of the 'Dark Lord' after all. Staying here for a long time always makes people uneasy."

He glanced sideways and ordered,

"I've taken everything useful. I'll give these to Blair and let him sell them directly in Knockturn Alley instead of taking them back to Windermere."

After Lance left with the action team, Allen checked again and confirmed that nothing was missing. Even the mithril crucible in the secret room had been taken away. Only then was he satisfied.

He turned around and left, and dots of blue spread from his feet, falling on all the portraits accurately, burning them away.

In the painting, Riddle roared angrily, but soon everything came to an abrupt end.

This "Dark Lord" mansion finally fell into complete decay just like its appearance.