HP Crown Prince Adventures 2

Grindelwald followed Dumbledore and saw that the little moralist robbed Gringotts and destroyed a golden cup with fierce fire. He was shocked to see the golden cup howling, and something inside roared and disappeared into black mist .

Immediately after his family Al went back to Hogwarts for two days, he left the school and searched everywhere. He didn't know what he was looking for. He followed carefully, thinking of the Horcrux that Nicklaus mentioned, and frowned slightly.

That Voldemort has no brains, he cut himself into slices and forget it, the immortality is so good, and it hurts Al......

This little moralist...

He let out a long breath, opened the saint ring and contacted his nephew.

"Uncle?" Alan's surprised voice came from over there.

Grindelwald smiled, "What are you doing? Let Al look for Horcruxes everywhere, and you are moldy at school?"

"No!" Allen held his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I'm looking for a professor's residence, Mr. is in charge of checking out where the Horcrux may be hidden. It's not time for me to appear!" He laughed, "Do you feel sorry for your aunt?"

Grindelwald paused, the word aunt strangely made him feel better.

Suddenly the communication was cut off. Allen raised his eyebrows, shook his head helplessly, and looked at the chaotic room in front of him... This professor often changes his residence, and he came a step late. It seems that the place has been searched by Death Eaters...

He sighed, turned around and was about to leave, his eyes accidentally glanced at an uncluttered blue sofa, he paused, turned away and walked straight to that sofa, all the furniture was messed up and broken. The sofa was intact, and he smiled with lowered eyes, with a charming manner, "Mr. Slughorn, hello!"

The sofa doesn't move.

Allen shifted his gaze to another place, lowered his eyes and adjusted his suit cuffs again, the dark aura on his body began to be unconcealable, "You have had a hard time hiding from the Death Eaters, why don't you come out, I'll take you back to Hogwarts... Voldemort has come back, he's taking revenge, and the world is in chaos now...I'm Alan Cornwall, and I have the ability to help you..."

The sofa still doesn't move.

Allen chuckled, and whispered deliberately, "Probably I really guessed wrong!" He waved his hand, and the pieces of furniture in the whole house began to fall back into place. Cast a positioning spell on him, turned and left.

After a while, the sofa began to deform, and a middle-aged man with brown curly hair appeared there. He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, looked at the room that had been restored, and sat down on the sofa. superior.

He looked at the photo of his favorite student on the table, and thought of the person who claimed to be Alan Cornwall just now, he couldn't help being tempted, if he included this Muggle crown prince among his students...

He paused again, now that the public opinion in the wizarding world is almost one-sidedly accusing this person, he should take another look...

The Muggle world was attacked again, and the buildings in East London were severely damaged. This is where the royal palace, the prime minister's residence, the parliament and various government ministries are located. In such an bombing, the casualties were those with the most decision-making power.

When Allen received the news and arrived, there were military special police in front of him. The Prime Minister had been bombed to the point where he was being treated.

Fortunately, there was a confusion spell to make everyone ignore why Alan appeared here alone. Alan looked at the government officials who had suffered heavy casualties, his double pupils spit out anger, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, damn it, Voldemort chose this place for bombing, this The lunatic must want to blow up the palace to protest him, but the officials are just incidental!

If... His heart sank, and then he was filled with deep fear and killing intent, if Edward had not been transferred to Nurmengard by him, at this time, I'm afraid...

Allen turned his head to look at the gloomy sky, and disappeared in place under the cover of the Confusion Curse. He found Slughorn's new residence according to the location, broke in, and turned the blue single sofa The man was pulled out, his face was cold, his whole body exudes majesty, his aura and the captivating aura brought out by black magic frightened this senior professor.

Allen sneered, "Mr. Slughorn, you are really good at hiding!"

Slughorn knew his identity when he saw his double pupils, and said tremblingly, "Oh, Alan...you, can you let go of my collar first?"

Allen looked carefully at the man's brown eyes, let go of his hand and took a step back. At the same time, a binding spell arrested the man. His double pupils were so dark that he could only see the two golden rounds clearly. Halo, he said, "Forgive me for the offense, I'm here just to ask you one thing, I'll leave after asking, I hope you can cooperate."

He was furious in his heart, and although his behavior was violent, he still remembered the elegant and polite words and sentences in his words. He nodded and said, "When Voldemort was at school, he asked you about the Horcrux," said Slughorn. His eyes widened suddenly, and Alan continued, "I'm not talking nonsense, I just want to know if he mentioned the number of Horcruxes?"

Slughorn sat stunned, with a regretful expression.

"I don't think you know," Allen added blankly, "We have destroyed four soul pieces, the main soul, the diary, a snake, and the Hufflepuff gold cup. How many!" He sneered, "I won't force you to hide here quietly, and you've helped us a lot by leaking some information!"

Slughorn's eyes were flushed, and his pale and wrinkled face was very embarrassed, but he couldn't break away from Alan's restraining spell, "Oh, Alan... this matter..."

Most of the government officials and the palace were blown up. Allen lost his usual patience at this time. He tilted his head with his wand, "You really don't want to say?"

Slughorn shook his head with difficulty, as if driven into haste, and yelled, "This is my stain forever! I'm going to bury it!"

Who would have thought that the smart and elegant Tom, such a good boy, would turn into a dark lord who did all kinds of evil?The moment he told Tom about the Horcrux knowledge was the starting point of his tragedy...As a professor, he didn't see through the devil's appearance and helped that person open Pandora's box. He even hoped to go back in time and change that conversation!

After Tom gained power, he felt that he was not worthy of being a professor anymore, so he resigned his teaching position and hid in hiding... How could he hand over that memory again?

The dark aura on Allen's body became stronger and stronger. He looked at the middle-aged man who was escaping in front of him, and waved his wand. Slughorn's eyes were forced to open wide. He activated Legilimency, and quickly rummaged through In the memory of the person in front of him, Slughorn's eyes were blank and loose, and he had almost no ability to resist.

Allen rummaged through the memory like a broken bamboo. He found the scene of the party, but it became blurred at the critical moment. He looked at this man with anger, well, really good, he hid the memory so deeply... …

He paused, the darkness in the double pupils became thicker, and he used the soul search that was completely within the scope of black magic to stir up the person's soul, and found the most original memory from it——

"Professor, I can't think of anyone else to ask that question."

Tom tilted his head slightly, "If I go to ask other professors, they are not as tolerant as you, and they may misunderstand me!"

Slughorn was flattered by him, so he raised his hand, "Ask!"

The corners of Tom's lips curled up, and he walked slowly towards the stove, "I was in the restricted | section of the library the other day, and I read something about rare magic, I thought you might be able to explain it to me, I remember its name is..." Tom paused, raised his eyes, "Horcrux."

Slughorn was stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth sank, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Tom paused for half a second, and repeated frankly, "Horcrux." He showed the distressed expression of a good student when he encounters a question he doesn't understand, "I came across this word when I was reading, but I don't quite get it."

Slughorn was a little apprehensive. "Tom, I don't know what you're reading, but it's very evil stuff, very evil."

Tom's complexion remained unchanged, and his momentum was outstanding, "That's why I came to you."

Slughorn also wanted to emphasize the danger of the Horcrux, but was "coerced" by Tom's thirsty eyes, and he couldn't help answering the question, "A Horcrux...refers to an object that contains part of a person's soul... You split your soul and hide a part in some object outside your body so that if your body is attacked or destroyed, you will be protected."

"Protection?" Tom's voice was eager, his black eyes looking straight into Slughorn's.

"Because there is still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed... That is to say, you will not die."

Tom lowered his eyelids and turned to the fireplace, seemingly casually, "Then how do you split a soul, sir?"

Slughorn swallowed, he felt a strong sense of pressure from Tom, "I think you know what to do, Tom?"

"murder."

Slughorn stared closely at Tom's profile vigilantly, "... yes. Killing people splits the soul, but it's against the laws of nature."

Allen watched with cold eyes the handsome Voldemort when he was young, easily articulated the information he wanted to know word by word, and finally waited for the most anticipated sentence.

Tom turned the resurrection stone ring on his hand, "Can the soul only be split once, if it is seven times...?"

Allen narrowed his eyes, and Slughorn's shocked words came from his ears, "...Oh Tom! Isn't it evil enough to kill a person?" He had already got what he wanted, so he was quite lazy He straightened up, his eyes rolled with satisfaction from the news, and there was a trace of murderous intent, his aura was very dark, completely missing the usual gentle shadow.

He glanced at Slughorn who was stupefied, Apparated indifferently, he sent a letter to Dumbledore with the Sending Charm, returned to the principal's office, tapped the wooden board lightly with his slender fingers There was a long table waiting for someone, and soon, a dusty old man appeared in the room, "Alan, have you found the real memory?"

Allen showed a smile, and the arc of that smile was even the same as usual, but...

Dumbledore paused. This was not Alan's usual gentle and tolerant smile. There was clearly no trace of tenderness in this smile, only indifference and darkness. He looked at Alan with some vigilance, "You..."

"Some things are not important," Allen cut off his voice, "Seven! Voldemort..." The boy's voice gritted his teeth, "There are seven Horcruxes!"

Dumbledore looked at him in shock, completely unaware of what had happened to make him so angry.The old man tentatively asked, "Alan, how did you get the real memory?"

Allen tilted his head slightly, his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the shadows, "Is this important?" He paused, and then added, "Sir."

Dumbledore looked at him silently, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Allen lowered his eyes and his suit was perfect. He sat down casually under a chair beside him, crossed his fingers, and said, "The soul pieces we have eliminated so far include the diary, the main soul, the snake and Hufflepuff. The gold cup is known to include Slytherin's locket, the resurrection stone ring, and Harry, even the one who is making trouble now..." His voice became ruthless again, "There are eight in total..."

"Considering that Harry was created unintentionally, it is completely consistent." Allen wrote down the conclusion lightly, and then made another suggestion, "So, keep an eye on Harry, and I'm afraid..." He raised his eyes, the lines between his eyebrows and eyes Very smooth, "To kill!"

Dumbledore took a step back in shock, this child...is too similar to Gellert at that time...

His hands trembled a little rarely, is he going to witness the birth of a Dark Lord again?He is too old to deal with the third demon king!He suddenly felt powerless, as if darkness and light always have successors, and these geniuses who are the most worrying and painful... will always become the Dark Lord...

It is not easy to establish order, but it only takes a genius who has entered the dark camp to destroy it...

Wait, order?

As the Crown Prince, Allen values ​​order the most.

He immediately said, "Alan, the destruction of order is easy, what we need to do more is to maintain the peace of this world..."

Allen looked at him strangely, with a dangerous temperament, "What are you talking about?" He paused and added, "Sir. Of course I will do my duty as the crown prince and protect the Muggle world!"

Dumbledore frowned slightly worriedly, Allen didn't mention the wizarding world...

If Edward was here, he would definitely be able to interpret Alan's thoughts immediately - pure blood looked down on Muggle-borns and mixed-bloods, and Alan never looked down on these pure-bloods who rely on their own blood!

His voice was a bit rough, "The wizarding world also needs..."

"When necessary," Allen looked at him with indifferent eyes, "I don't mind exchanging a few thousand people in the wizarding world for the safety of my 6000 million people!"

Allen paused, "...Don't worry, sir," he showed a slight smile, "I haven't reached that point yet! Do you think so?"

The young man was dressed in a neat suit and had a dignified expression, like a peerless sword that had finally been cut, but turned into a murder weapon because of his murderous intent... Dumbledore took a step back in shock, and he was dusty like a broken blade. , to give way to this new blade...

There was worry in Dumbledore's blue eyes. He would die one day. So, on that day, who will check and balance Alan?