Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

"and after?"

Harry asked eagerly.He begged Hagrid, "Please, Hagrid! Tell me their story!"

Hagrid patted his head lightly, "That's it, they got married as soon as they graduated, and soon had you again...until they were discovered by the mysterious man."

Harry fell silent.

Hermione asked softly, "What about Professor Snape?"

"Do you still have to ask, Hermione?" Ron shrugged, "He must have done something wrong, and was abandoned by Lily... Auntie!"

Draco hesitated, and said firmly, "The dean can't give up his friendship easily!"

Allen raised his eyes slightly, quietly looking at the half-giant surrounded by children.

He always remembered what Dumbledore had said about Snape.

—He is a brave and respectable man!

Snape did have an unparalleled talent for potions, but he was also extremely mean and eccentric.

If the Potions Master had always had Lily's friendship, it wouldn't have been like this.

Hagrid hesitated, "Because Snape fell in love with the dark arts—you know, he is Slytherin after all. But this is not enough to make the brave and kind Lily give up this friendship..."

"why?"

Harry looked up sharply, "Professor Snape...Snape, what did he do?"

Hagrid sighed in annoyance, and said in a rough voice, "Snape and Lily had a violent argument because of the Dark Arts—during the argument, Snape accidentally said..."

"yes?"

Harry answered immediately.

Hagrid kept his mouth firmly shut, almost fidgeting.

Harry shook his hand, "Hagrid, tell me, please..."

Hagrid rubbed his palms together, wondering, "Well, he said Lily was a... Mudblood."

So completely lost Lily's friendship.

His tail sound was so inattentive, but everyone heard it.

Hermione and Ron gasped in surprise.

Allen raised his eyes slightly, his sea-blue eyes were extremely deep.

Draco turned his face away a little guilty.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked puzzled.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Harry, haven't you ever wondered why everyone was so angry when Parkinson used this term to mock His Highness?"

Ron continued, "This word is too dirty, it means..."

Even the usual careless red-haired boy hesitated to speak.

Hermione took a deep breath, looking insulted.

Allen said softly, "It means dirty blood. It is an extremely offensive title for Muggle or half-blood wizards."

He slowly sat on the single sofa and looked at Draco lightly.

The little peacock drooped its tail, not daring to look up at him.

Harry said, "So, he lost my mom's friendship."

"But he has repented!"

Hagrid tried to ease the atmosphere, "Look, Dumbledore trusts him so much! So, Professor Snape won't harm you, Harry—

"He will always remember that lily!"

Harry bowed his head and said nothing.

Hermione and Ron patted him on the back reassuringly.

Hagrid was really going crazy. He looked up at the thick wooden cross-branches on the ceiling, and looked down at the drool left by Fang, rubbing his knees with his palms.

Allen sighed, got up and walked towards Harry.

So the savior found the nest like a bewildered bird, and threw himself into Allen's arms.

The blond crown prince is really good at comforting people, even though he doesn't like such contact with outsiders - it can even be said to resist.

He patted Harry on the back lightly, "He has paid for his wrong words."

Harry rubbed Alan's wizard robes.

Allen said with a smile, "Harry, actually your father should be grateful for this accident - if it wasn't for Professor Snape's bad move, it's not certain who your mother would marry!"

He said lightly, "Maybe, your surname is Snape now!"

Harry raised his head abruptly, and the sadness was washed away instantly.

Draco looked like a peacock who had suddenly had its crown cut off.

And Ron seems to have eaten ten thousand slugs.

"bloody hell!"

The red-haired boy said wrinkledly.

Everyone burst out laughing, which put Hagrid at ease.

The half-giant finally came up with a good diversion.

He looked at the red-haired boy and asked, "Oh, Ron, how's your brother Charlie? I've always liked him—he's got a knack for animals."

Ron obviously wanted to change the subject too, so he couldn't wait to say, "Oh, he's studying dragons in Romania now!

"Mom said it was really a dangerous job—his arm was burned by the dragon's flame, leaving a big shiny scar."

"dragon?"

Everyone present looked very interested.

Ron cleared his throat unnaturally, the freckles on his face were a little red, "Yes, Charlie studies all kinds of dragons, Norwegian Ridgeback, Chinese Fireball...

"We saw a Hungarian Treefront once when we went to see him!"

The sudden attention made the red-haired boy a little lighthearted, and he started bragging about Charlie's various dragon-taming skills.

Allen noticed this keenly, so he restrained himself and leaned back.

Hagrid and Draco listened with gusto, asking a few questions now and then—mainly, of course, our half-giant friends.

Harry was using this time to relax, sitting on the elbow of the armchair, trying to pour himself a cup of tea.

The Savior was surprised to find that a small piece of paper was pressed under the warm shade of the brown and black teapot. He moved the teapot curiously and found that it was a report clipped from the "Daily Prophet".

It was the Gringotts break-in they had seen the other day.

Looking at those typefaces, Harry suddenly remembered something, and said loudly, "Hagrid! The day of the Gringotts incident happened to be my birthday, and there is a good chance we happened to be there!"

The eyes of the half-giant wandered guiltily, pretending that he didn't hear, and asked Ron Fire Dragon's question loudly.

Alan glanced at Hagrid, pretending not to notice the half-giant's guilty conscience, and lowered his head to peel a piece of chocolate for himself.

Harry had to read the report again.

[The underground vault searched by the intruder was actually emptied earlier in the day...]

If that dirty little bag that Hagrid took was all that was in the vault, then... what was that little bag?

Why was it worth the risk for an intruder to rob Gringotts?