Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen was eager to confirm the safety of the Philosopher's Stone, and walked forward swiftly like the wind.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

His cold gaze swept across the third floor, but he saw two familiar heads.

The sea blue eyes suddenly paused,

The corners of the robe that had been left behind also fit the slender legs again.

The blond hair hangs down slightly, half covering the fair forehead.

He stopped at the same spot, stretched out his hand to press on the railing of the stairs, and waited with a cold face for the two desperate little lions to throw themselves into the trap.

Harry and Ron were running with their heads down.

They argued one by one and finally reached a consensus.

— they had to find Hermione quickly.

When the two little lions looked up, they couldn't help shrinking their necks when they saw the cold Alan.

Ron is from a pure-blooded family. Allen thought that the other party was not in his scope of responsibility, so he looked at the guilty Harry and asked,

"What are you doing here?"

The crown prince's voice was full of majesty, like he had never appeared in front of his subjects.

Such Alan was too scary, Harry and Ron bowed their heads guilty.

Harry whispered, "Hermione wasn't there at dinner, she was in the bathroom..."

Ron cut Harry off by poking him.

But Allen had already guessed it.

These two guys definitely didn't talk to Hermione or apologize, so Hermione was still in the bathroom and didn't know anything about the troll!

The blond crown prince calmly took a deep breath, slightly calming down his anger,

"So, which bathroom is Miss Granger in?"

Harry hurriedly said, "The one on the far right on the third floor."

Allen ordered, "I'll save her, you go back!"

Harry and Ron still had something to say.

But before they could speak, a stench filled the air,

Immediately afterwards, there was a low grunt, followed by the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground.

The three turned their heads to look.

At the end of a passage on the left, a huge shape was moving towards them.

Allen glanced at Harry, and the three retreated into the darkness, watching it slowly walk into the moonlight.

It was a horrible sight.

It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin and a gray body bulky and clumsy.

This huge body is matched with a small head, short legs as thick as stumps, and flat, thick feet underneath.

Of course, the most presence is the disgusting stench it emits.

It held a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because of its long arms, the wooden stick dragged on the ground.

The troll stopped by a door, peered in, then lowered its head, and slowly crept into the room.

Harry and Ron said, "Good chance, let's go and lock it in."

The blond crown prince's bite muscles protruded for a moment.

He believed Draco now that "Gryffindors are a pack of stupid lions".

He tried his best to restrain his words, and said angrily, "That's the women's bathroom!"

After all, Allen added an acceleration spell to himself again, and walked quickly towards that room.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and finally realized.

Ron was as pale as a wall.

"Hermione!"

They shouted and ran quickly to the room.

As soon as the two arrived at the door, they heard a shrill, terrified girl screaming.

They saw the troll swinging the big wooden stick at Allen, and Hermione was under the sink behind Allen.

The wooden door and sink on the side were all destroyed, which shows how dangerous it was just now.

Allen, who was in the center of the storm, was very angry.

—mainly pissed off by Harry and Ron, two mindless fools.

He held his wand and looked sharply at the ugly troll, and Hermione's terrified scream came from behind him.

The troll's weak point is the head, but the body is invulnerable.

The blond crown prince analyzed calmly.

With the current distance, I can't hit its head...

The somewhat worn wand was waving gracefully in his hand, as if conducting a grand movement.

Different colored spell lights emanated from the tip of his staff, and attack spell after attack pushed the troll back.

The troll roared angrily because of the huge change, and rushed towards this side angrily.

Allen saw the timing, stepped on the sink, and flew up with his strength,

He ran quickly on the troll's arm and threw a dozen spells at the troll's head.

The giant sticks out its tongue crookedly,

The bulky body wobbled.

Allen saw the timing and jumped out at the moment when the troll swayed in the opposite direction. With his left hand, he placed a cushion on the rung above the toilet cubicle and landed safely.

at the same time,

The troll also swayed left and right and passed out.

Harry and Ron had stayed.

The two of them looked stupidly at Alan who easily subdued the troll, and couldn't think of anything in their hearts.

The blond crown prince frowned and quickly stood up from the ground.

The sea blue eyes were full of disgust.

He applied more than a dozen "clean-ups" to himself almost without interruption, and only then could he tolerate being exposed to such a stench for the time being.

Two little lions rubbed over nonchalantly.

It's a pity that the blond crown prince ignored them.

Allen cleaned himself up briefly, and immediately stepped over the troll's legs, and slowly approached Hermione, who was screaming and trembling under the sink.

The little witch's eyes were red.

She almost thought she was going to die just now.

Until Alan stood in front of the giant monster like a gust of wind, and defeated the nasty monster with a spell!

Allen said softly, "Hermione? It's okay, come out quickly."

Hermione, shrunk into a small one, twitched and soon burst into tears.

Allen smiled warmly, opened his hands, and coaxed, "Don't cry! Come out, it's filthy here!"

Hermione was slowly pulled out by him, and the girl's robe was completely dirty.

Allen quickly cleaned her up.

Hermione rushed over, hugged him and cried loudly, "Your Highness! I thought I was going to die here!"

The blond crown prince let her hold her helplessly and patted her on the back gently.

"—well, brave lion cub of Gryffindor, eh? We've gotten through this."

Just then Harry and Ron came over.

The two little lions looked at the embarrassed Hermione with pale faces, apologetic, and closed their mouths under Allen's gesture.

After a while, the crying in his arms broke into laughter.

Hermione seemed to realize something, and retreated from his arms with a flushed face.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, gently pushed Hermione towards Harry and the others, urging,

"Miss Granger hasn't eaten yet, take her back to the lounge!"

Ron stepped forward with a pale and red face,

"...I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said that about you, you are doing it for my own good!"

he paused,

"But you still don't want to do that in the future!"

Harry also showed a flattering smile, "Hermione, don't be angry, we will never do this again!"

The three little lions looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Obvious.

They became good friends.

From then on, no matter how terrible the suffering they faced, they were always invincible.

Allen coughed heavily to call their attention back.

"Hurry up and get out, don't tell the troll to wake up again."

Hermione blinked.

Although she felt that the giant monster might never wake up again, she obediently listened to what her Highness said, and went out with her friends.

Allen fell behind them, looked back at the giant monster that had collapsed to the ground, and withdrew his eyes heavily.

Just then, there was a burst of loud footsteps in the corridor.

All four looked up.

They didn't realize how much commotion had just happened.

Apparently, the people downstairs heard violent collisions and roars of giant monsters.

A moment later, Professor McGonagall burst into the room, lips pale with fright.

Snape followed her closely, and Quirrell followed obediently at the end.

The Dark Lord's assistant pretended to be extremely cowardly,

He only took one look at the troll before letting out a feeble sob and sitting on a toilet bowl, clutching his chest.

Allen's expression was a little indescribable.

But he quickly adjusted his expression and asked with concern, "Professor, are you okay?"

Quirrell sobbed, and looked vaguely at Alan in front of him.

The blond crown prince said silently, "That stone."

Quirrell shook his head in fear, indicating that he didn't get it.

The voice of the Dark Lord came again in his head.

The voice was angry and happy, and ordered, "Use him, get the Philosopher's Stone!" ]

For two months, Voldemort had lost patience with Dumbledore's repeated encounters.

And Allen's irresponsible attitude made him even more annoyed.

As if the Dark Lord was just a pebble in the crown prince's path.

Voldemort raged many times before finally calming down.

At present, getting the Philosopher's Stone is the first priority of the Dark Lord!

When the Dark Lord was resurrected, he immediately broke the crown prince's wings.

What genius?

What crown prince?

It's just trash that hasn't grown up!

Everyone has to surrender at his feet!