Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen is sitting in the study, with a touching scene of father and son reunited across the wall.

He sat quietly in the high-backed chair, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, there was a knock on the study door.

He could feel that it was Draco, so the door opened on its own, and the young Malfoy sat down opposite him with a relaxed pace.

Allen raised his eyes and smiled, "I thought you would stay at least until dinner."

Draco shook his head slightly, "I just need to make sure that everything is fine with my father. Besides, we still have some unfinished business!"

Allen couldn't help but smile.

He rang the call bell in the study and said, "Please come to my study, Ms. Buckland, with those little pets."

He raised his eyes to look at the opposite side and saw some doubts in those gray-blue eyes, and explained,

"Recently, rectifying these families is indeed a top priority, but there is another thing that I think you will be more interested in."

Draco was a little surprised, but after thinking about it again, he shook his head, "What else is important now? It's not entertaining Scrimgeour!"

Allen smiled softly, hooked his fingers, took out the tea set and made tea quietly.

The tea leaves are in the shape of strips, with a delicate, even appearance.

It's Dahongpao.

Judging from the appearance, it should be the best batch. Unfortunately, the color is a bit grayish brown. It is obviously two or three years old tea.

The tea leaves lie in the complicated tea cup, and when washed by hot water, a light reddish-brown color lingers in the snow-white cup wall, which is so beautiful.

The aroma of tea filled the air, relaxing both of their nerves.

Draco took a sip and pursed his lips unaccustomedly, "You still like to drink black tea, but this stuff is bitter, what's so good about it?

"...Do you have milk and sugar?"

Allen glanced at him, smiled softly and said nothing. Just then, Ms. Buckland came, bringing the cage of lively white mice.

Seeing someone there, Ms. Buckland said hello to Allen silently, followed the other person's instructions, and placed the white mouse on the table, just beside the two of them, without blocking their sight.

Allen gave a brief introduction to both parties, and after Ms. Buckland left, he sipped the tea in silence.

Thick and smooth, the fragrance is long-lasting, but it's a pity...

After all, it is old tea, which has a bit of dusty taste, destroying the original clear and pure tea aroma.

He sighed silently and asked with a smile, "Look at these little white mice, are they well raised?"

Draco took another sip of tea, but he really didn't feel anything, so he asked confusedly, "Okay, why do you raise a white mouse?"

Allen put down the tea cup and seemed to sigh a little.

He asked softly, "Do you remember Harry?"

Draco paused, frowned and took a sip of tea soup, "Pote...why did you suddenly ask about him? Could it be..."

He seemed to realize something, and his gray-blue eyes slightly lit up, showing a bit of light.

"Do you have a solution?"

Allen smiled and said, "Then it depends on these mice! They have been raised for two months. In another month, they can be used for soul separation experiments."

"Soul separation...?"

Draco shuddered and complained, "This name sounds unlucky!"

He paused suddenly, stood up with some worry, put his hands on the table and looked at Allen,

"You are not going to touch soul magic again, are you? You have already used the most dangerous time and space magic! Could it be that you..."

He looked at Allen anxiously and stamped his feet angrily, "You! Oops! Do you have to touch all the taboos?"

"There are three major taboos in the magic world. You encountered the most difficult magic of time and space first. Don't look at me! I don't believe you didn't use the three unforgivable curses!

"There is only one soul magic left. Do you want to try it again?"

Draco was a little crazy, "Look at Voldemort! What he has become! What if... I mean what if, you become ugly... You are the crown prince! You are watched by the media every day!"

It could be seen that he was trying to dismiss Allen's idea in a subtle way.

Unfortunately, Allen Lang is heartbroken.

He looked at his anxious friend and said gently, "Draco, you know, Harry and I are not even remotely related by blood.

"The reason why I admit this is to give him some false comfort, so that he can have the courage to die when he finally kills Voldemort."

He sighed softly,

"But I didn't think comprehensively at the time. I was right for a while and was led by a soft heart."

Draco also fell silent.

His face wrinkled up and he struggled, "I know...but there's no need for you to involve yourself in it anymore!"

Allen lowered his eyes, smiled, and stood up.

He pulled up the sleeve of his left hand like a showdown, and some purple-red spots loomed on his arm.

"Look at this."

Draco was puzzled, but he still grabbed his arm and observed it for a long time, frowning and said, "What is this? You never get sick very much..."

Allen lowered his eyes, looked at the spots, and said calmly, "They are corpse spots."

Dracoton was on the spot, as if he was stunned by what he said.

Soon, he reacted and let go of Allen's arm with a shake of his hand.

"how come……"

Draco couldn't understand it at all. He looked at Alan, at the spots, and then at Alan, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief, "No way, you're still alive!"

Allen smiled softly and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"It's the curse of time and space magic."

He said frankly, "I can tell you - but please don't tell Lance and the others, they don't know yet - I am relying on the elixir to survive. Once I stop taking it, my body will have problems."

"Elixir of life?"

Draco looked at him ridiculously, "Hasn't the Philosopher's Stone been destroyed? Oh... yes, you are Nico Flamel's favorite student, of course you can refine it..."

Seeing that the platinum young master was already a little dizzy from the impact.

Allen silently put down his sleeves to cover his arms, and said calmly, "Draco, all the curses are irrelevant to me now - I don't even have to bother to get rid of them."

Draco's nose was sore and his eyes were slightly misty.

"why?"

He murmured, as if he was asking Allen, and also seemed to be questioning fate.

... Such a curse is too vicious for a young man with amazing talents.

Allen is only 15 years old!

If Allen didn't have the Philosopher's Stone, if Allen's talent was even the slightest bit mediocre, he wouldn't be able to appear in front of them again.

Draco suddenly remembered the prophecy that that crazy bitch Trelawney had predicted to Ellen when they went to divination class in second grade.

'All pursuits are in vain...'

'You may feel that you have gained something, but it will only cost you a greater price...'

A greater price?

Draco couldn't help but believe in the prophecy, not because it was a recognized subject in the wizarding world, but because...

His friend answered the prophecy.

He asked with a trembling voice, "You decided to attack purebloods so quickly because... there was something wrong with your body, right?"

Draco almost cried.

"Tell me, tell me honestly...can the elixir really allow you to live? I mean, live healthily..."

Allen's eyes softened and he reminded, "You clearly know it's impossible."

He watched Draco's heart aching for him, and his heart ached slightly, but... he knew that Malfoy would never rebel again.

He used this broken body to tie Draco's guilt tightly, and he also used the other's sympathy to make him intolerable.

Can't bear to rebel.

I couldn't bear to let him bother...

Draco, I'm sorry, but couples have to fight to stay in love. It seems that he is using some scheming over interests...

Not abominable.