HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

Harry finished answering the History of Magic question with difficulty, and left the classroom rubbing his forehead—it wasn't that the question was too difficult, but he had frequent nightmares these days and his scar hurt badly.Hermione was going over the exam as she walked, and Ron was looking at Harry for help, which made him sick.

Harry ignored Ron, he looked towards the sky, always feeling a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if he had overlooked a very important matter.An owl flew across the sky, Harry thought, only Hagrid had ever written to him... He thought of Fluffy, Hagrid would never tell anyone how to subdue Fluffy!

but--

Harry jumped up suddenly and ran towards Hagrid's cabin.

Ron and Hermione followed him panting, and Harry yelled, "Don't you think it's weird? Hagrid wanted a dragon more than anything, and a stranger just happened to have one in his pocket." Dragon eggs? Isn’t this a coincidence?! Why didn’t I think of this before?”

Hagrid was sitting on a chair outside the hut, his trousers rolled up, facing a large bowl, busily peeling peas.He saw Harry and the others, smiled and said, "The exam is over? Any time for a cup of tea?"

Harry cut him off, "No, Hagrid! I wonder where you got your dragon eggs?"

When Hagrid finished speaking, the faces of the three little ones turned pale, and Hagrid hurriedly said, "Alan also knows about this, he said it was just a dragon vendor, don't worry!"

Hearing that Alan already knew about it, the three little ones felt at ease, but this matter was too big, and they had to go to Alan to confirm it immediately!

Allen stood on the clock tower, next to the bloody Barrow.The ghost who frightened countless little wizards seemed aggrieved, "Little master is so busy, I haven't had a chance to talk to you."

Allen took out the portrait of Salazar to let their master and servant talk. He glanced at Hagrid's cabin and saw the three little ones running back in a panic. He knew that all the conditions for this test were ready—ha Leigh wasn't too stupid.He chuckled, bowed to Salazar, took back the portrait, and said to Barrow, "I'm going to take care of some things first, and we will have a chance to meet later." Barrow quickly saluted.

Allen took a step, turned a corner, and appeared in front of the three little ones, with a perfect smile, "Huh? What's the matter with you?"

Harry hurriedly said, "Your Highness!" He swallowed, moved closer to Alan and lowered his voice, "Your Highness knows that Hagrid has leaked Lu Wei's uniform method?"

Allen nodded, "Play music!"

The three panicked, "Then why are you so calm!"

Allen glanced at the three of them and sighed in his heart. He had just praised them, but he didn't use his brain anymore. "It's broad daylight, and there are people coming and going in the castle. How many people will do bad things at this time?"

The three little ones breathed a sigh of relief.

Allen continued, "But Principal Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic today, so..."

The faces of the three little ones turned pale again, Harry pursed his lips, "Voldemort plans to move tonight..."

Allen nodded, "So if you want to stop him, remember to take a look behind the trapdoor tonight!"

Hermione was anxious, "Your Highness?! That's too dangerous!"

Allen glanced at her and shook his head, "The savior doesn't have Zige who is protected in the greenhouse! As the savior, Harry doesn't have any experience and training in defeating the evil forces. Could it be possible for Harry to go directly to his death in the war?" " Alan was helpless, "Besides, you must be able to disarm the mechanism under the trapdoor!" The three panicked even more, "Wouldn't it be easier for Snape?!"

Allen choked in his chest and gave up arguing. They would know the truth soon, so they nodded, "Yes!"

The three of them were no longer in the mood to be happy because Alan agreed that Snape was a bad guy, they looked at Alan with some expectation, "Your Highness/Alan will go with us, right?"

Allen shook his head, "This is a special training for the Savior team. I went there, what room do you have for training? Besides, I will go out of school to participate in the special training on weekends, and I won't be here tonight. So you guys work hard! I will cheer for you! You are in solidarity!"

The three little ones almost cried.

Allen sighed, "Why are you so nervous? Isn't there a Portkey that can save lives?" Seeing the three people's suddenly enlightened and relieved expressions, he smiled, "I wish you success in advance!" He turned around and disappeared in place.

Ron looked at him a little enviously.

Allen had moved Harry's Portkey destination to the Gryffindor lounge, how could he not be there?The revenge for hitting Draco with the broom has not yet been avenged!Now I have to add one more thing - the Forbidden Forest scare!

In the restricted area on the fourth floor at night, when Quirrell passed through the black flames and reached the final checkpoint, the well-dressed Allen came out from behind the Mirror of Erised with a smile, "Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Quilo's face twisted for a moment, and he stammered, "Ai, Alan! Why are you here? This is a restricted area! You shouldn't, you shouldn't come!"

Allen had a perfect smile and was graceful and graceful. He stroked his wand with his left hand, "Then why is the professor here? Is it the inspection agency?"

Quirrell stammered, "Yes, yes."

"Really?" Allen tilted his head. "To be honest, I'm not interested in the life and death of the savior. I just care... Why did you attack Draco? Aren't the Malfoy family loyal subordinates of the Dark Lord?"

Quirrell stammered, "I-I don't know what you are-talking about?"

"It turned out that I was wrong. It is not the professor who is related to the Dark Lord, nor is it the professor who released the troll, nor is it the professor who disturbed Harry's broom!" Allen sighed regretfully, "Professor, it's all here Now, what are you denying? Time will pass away, life will last forever, it seems that you have not paid attention to this sentence. I am curious, how did the Dark Lord convey instructions to you?"

"It really surprised me, Alan." Quirrell's aura sank, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "When did you know?"

"Just after you taught me the Disarming Charm and gave me the book of black magic."

"That early!" Quirrell sighed. "Why did I attack Mr. Malfoy? It's very simple, isn't it? I'm the master's most capable subordinate! And my master, he's always been with me!"

Allen tilted his head puzzled.

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the air, "Let me... talk to him..."

Allen's face changed, what's the matter? !

Quirrell glanced at Allen with a little worry, and removed the turban wrapped around his head. The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.

Allen opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound for a moment—the place where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, had a hideous and terrifying face.The color of the face was dead white like chalk, with bright red eyes shining, and two nostrils that were as long and slender as snakes.

Allen calmed down quickly, clenched his wand tightly, and leaned slightly, "Your Highness the Dark Lord, it's a great honor!"

"Alan...why don't you join the Dark Lord? When Quirrell was tutoring you, I have been observing you," the face hoarsely said, "A genius like you will definitely be reused by the Dark Lord... Come on , the Dark Lord will give you everything you want... Power! Strength! Wealth!"

"I'm very sorry, I have all of these!" Allen chuckled, "Even if I want these, how can you give them to me with your current appearance?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and smiled hoarsely, "The Philosopher's Stone... is in the mirror behind you... Once I get the elixir, I will be able to recreate my own body... When the time comes, Black The devil will naturally reward you for your merits!"

"It turned out to be a blank check!" Alan clenched his wand tightly, and his smile deepened. "My father told me that politicians always like to boast, and their promises," he smiled, "don't count!"

Seeing that Voldemort on the opposite side narrowed his eyes, Allen seemed to be thinking of words. He took the opportunity to make a sudden attack, swung his wand, and threw it with a fierce torn apart. Voldemort roared, and Quirrell soon began to fight, and the two fought Group, silent spell flying fast.

Voldemort snarled, "Don't break the mirror, idiot!"

Quirrell underestimated Allen's magic power and quickly increased the output of magic power, but he had to worry about the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, and his actions were a bit stretched.

But these few back and forth were enough for Alan to figure out Quirrell's strength, and the attack power of common spells was not enough. He smiled slightly, and suddenly changed to a powerful black magic spell, throwing them one by one, "Professor, teach me black magic You're not the only one!"

Quirrell began to be forced to retreat, knowing that today is life and death. Although he didn't want to hurt Allen, he lowered his eyes and started desperately, but he didn't use many black magic spells, so he began to chant .

Allen suddenly avoided a red light, and heard Quirrell read, "Avada——"

With killing intent in his heart, he turned his eyes and swung the Cruciatus Curse to interrupt Quirrell's chanting, and quickly added a death curse.

Quirrell was hit by the spell and flew back. At that moment, a cloud of black mist flew out from the back of Quirrell's head, roaring and flying towards Allen, "Alan Cornwall!"

Allen took a step back, raised his wand, and fired death curses quickly and intensively. Sweat dripped from his forehead, knowing that this was an excellent time to kill the opponent.

Voldemort dodged quickly, roaring away.

Allen was on guard, panting slightly, feeling that the magic power in his body was drained, because he learned black magic, his magic power increased rapidly, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to sustain the life-killing curses.

He confirmed that it was all right, looked back at the magic mirror, saw himself in the mirror put a bright red stone into the pocket of his coat, touched the pocket hesitantly, then fell silent while looking at the stone in his hand.He shook his head, glanced at Quirrell on the ground, and suddenly realized that he had killed someone himself.

Allen stood there looking at Quirrell's body, his heart getting colder and colder, his stomach seemed to be distorted, he swallowed hard, but still couldn't help, he vomited while holding the frame of the magic mirror.

He took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped his mouth to clean up the mess. Looking at Quirrell's body, he waved it to pieces several times.The Death Curse must not be known by anyone. He must hide the unique scars of the Death Curse. When the man is bloody, Allen slowed down. Mess.

it's nothing.

Allen raised his eyelids, it's nothing. Compared with the lives of countless people, such a simple comparison of size is self-evident. He made the right choice...

Harry and the others are coming...

He got up with difficulty, cleaned up the place again, turned a huge stone into a sarcophagus, and waved his wand to put Quirrell's body in it.

Allen cast a phantom spell on himself, walked out slowly, and saw a few children until he got under the devil's net. He was relieved. It seemed that these children had just come down and didn't know anything.

He accompanied these children through the level incognito, seeing Ron lying in front of the chessboard, he was impressed by the boy in his heart, and finally Harry was the only one who walked all the way to the Mirror of Erised. Seeing that the child was about to open the sarcophagus Only then appeared to stop his move.

"Your Highness?" Harry was taken aback by him.

"Harry, you did a good job!" Allen smiled perfectly, "But you also saw that this place is safe!"

At this moment, Dumbledore appeared at the door, looked at Allen with a serious face, but looked at Harry lovingly, in line with Allen's words, "Harry, thank you, your friends are waiting in the lounge I'm following you!"

Harry felt relieved when he saw Dumbledore, and left with a smile after saying goodbye to the two.

Alan looked at the guarded old man, and easily changed his expression in Occlumency, revealing an expression that was relieved because he saw someone he trusted, with fear and guilt, and seemed to be trying to calm down, his body slightly Trembling, "Sir...I killed someone..."

He looked at the sarcophagus sobbing, speaking incoherently, "I...didn't expect...I just used it to rip apart...didn't think about my magic...I just wanted to stop Professor Quirrell!...you don't know, Voldemort is in the back of his head Come on! . . . I had no idea he was going to die . . . ”

Allen took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket with trembling hands, "I looked in the mirror...the Philosopher's Stone appeared in my hand...sir..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at the double pupil, watching Allen's panic, and after a while, he patted Allen on the shoulder, "My child, I don't blame you, Professor Quirrell chose the wrong path. "

Allen trembled, "...But I killed him...Sir, according to the law, I..."

"Alan!" Dumbledore was completely relieved, and he said lovingly, "It's not your fault. You prevented Voldemort from getting the Sorcerer's Stone and protected many people!"

Allen looked at him, calmed down slowly, showing a trace of gratitude, "Thank you sir..."