Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Normally, Flamel would never have imagined that the entire basic theory of alchemy could be explained in one day.

Even for him, it took more than ten years of research to understand the general idea.

Wisdom from Muggles should not be underestimated.

The two old men realized this again.

The theory that Lemessing worked so hard to talk about can always be refined again by Allen with Muggle theory.

[Alchemy needs to understand the amount of each substance put in to achieve a delicate balance...]

The blond crown prince nodded, "Yes, I understand - chemical ratio."

[In the refining process of alchemy equipment, firm belief is also extremely important. ]

"Magic application of idealism?" Allen nodded thinking.

[At the same time, we need extremely detailed materials so that the magic factor can accelerate the fusion...]

"Refined division of labor?"

Dumbledore silently watched the two over there asking and answering, and silently turned his gaze to the fiery phoenix next to him.

otherwise,

He also goes to join in the fun of the French class every Sunday?

Allen's Muggle theory is really solid, and it is completely possible to discuss magic and technology!

The clock kept ticking by a second.

One lunch, one dinner.

The blond crown prince bid farewell again under LeMay's reluctant eyes.

Out of the escort of gargoyles,

Allen gently stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and the rich chocolate aroma filled his mouth, relaxing his spirit.

He walked slowly to the Slytherin dungeon, emptying his mind along the way, allowing his mind to relax after a day of high-speed operation.

"Oh, Ellen?"

Slightly familiar elegant tone, very familiar Quirrell voice.

Allen looked up expressionlessly, and saw Quirrell, who had always been timid, hiding in the darkness, with a weird smile on his mouth.

His slender eyebrows furrowed slightly,

After all, he really didn't have the energy to deal with the other party.

"Dark Lord? Is there anything you want?"

The boy said coldly.

The other party obviously didn't care about his cold treatment, and laughed happily, "Why, have you been discovered by the suspicious old bee?

For the past two days, you have been trapped in the principal's office! "

Allen smiled, with some sarcasm on his tired face.

——It turns out that the Dark Lord sometimes guessed wrong, or in other words, the other party was just making subjective guesses.

But this ridicule caused the other party to misunderstand again.

Voldemort sighed, "Alan, look at these foolish lights... blinding every eye that looks at them with indifference!

"Come to me, the darkness treats everyone equally."

Allen showed a hint of sarcasm, "You mean, you want me, a privileged class, to give up my power? Idiots!"

Voldemort laughed, "Sure enough, you and I are of the same kind!"

He seduced, "People like us are kings who give orders everywhere... darkness will also submit.

"Those extremely powerful dark forces will be our help!

"Open your eyes, Alan—only in the dark can you truly kill!"

Allen lowered his eyes and said softly, "Of course I know, Voldemort."

"Qi Luo"'s face twisted for a moment, and then quickly calmed down.

Voldemort opened his arms and coaxed, "Then come here, Alan. Come to me, we will create a dark empire, and you are still the unshakable crown prince!"

Allen thought it was funny.

He restrained his urge to laugh, and showed his usual perfect smile, "Your Highness the Dark Lord, will you really share the authority with me?

——What made you think that the Crown Prince would be so naive? "

He looked up, and the sea blue eyes were as cold as ice, "I'm really tired after a day, so I won't accompany you."

Seeing the blonde crown prince taking steps, Voldemort raised his voice,

"With your magical talent, you can study spells very quickly, right? You will soon find that the truly powerful spells belong to the embrace of darkness.

"If you want to know about them - come to me anytime. I will show you true power!"

Allen stopped and seemed a little moved,

"I have a lot of courses, I'm afraid I don't have time to distribute them to you."

Voldemort chuckled, "Quirrell will apply."

The blond crown prince smiled strangely, his golden hair still shining in the dim light of the castle,

"Then, wait for the good news?"

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.

—Look, he's really like me!I will use black magic to create a dark crown prince, so that the old bee can see that I am right.

Repent for your mistake, Dumbledore!