Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen apparated to Diagon Alley.

——Yes, after getting used to the squeezing feeling brought by Apparation, he gradually fell in love with this convenience.

He concealed himself and waited in Lihen Bookstore for a while, but he didn't see the little peacock.

It shouldn't.

Malfoy was a wizarding family with a long history, and the Floo network must have been activated at home, so... what stuck them?

Alan thought about it, clasping his wrist lightly, feeling the magical connection with Draco's badge.

Ok?

In Diagon Alley?

No, next door.next door is...

He opened his eyes, raised his eyelashes, and his sea-blue eyes were as deep as the sea.

— Knockturn Alley.

—A gathering place for dark wizards.

It doesn't care if this little peacock is Malfoy's heir or not, it might just be taken away and used as a potion material.

Allen disapparated under the illusion spell, and fell outside the house guided by the magic.

This place is not as bustling and noisy as Diagon Alley, it is almost very quiet, the wizards around are all dressed in tatters, their faces are all black, it is like a refugee camp.

There was a light popping sound of apparition, and they looked around strangely, and then turned their eyes back after finding nothing.

Allen's eyes sank, and he looked at the house.

Huge panes of glass separated by a latticed wooden lattice, flanked by curved windows, had a door half-surrounded by a wooden panel.

Above the window, between the partitions on the first and second floors, the name of the store can be vaguely seen from the peeling gold letters.

– Borgin Bock Store.

These window sills are covered with a layer of dark oil, and it has not been cleaned for an unknown period of time.Only the glass is occasionally wiped, and the light inside can still be vaguely seen.

The only thing that is clean is the door.

The magic of the little peacock is still inside, steady and smooth.

This made Allen slightly relieved.

But... how do you get in without alerting the people inside?

He thought about it, and finally decided that with the help of the magic factor, he turned into an inconspicuous cloud of smoke and floated in through the small open window.

This is the first time Allen has become like this.

He spun around in novelty, and found that he could switch the angle of view at will, almost 360° without dead angle switching.

——Of course, he dared to rest assured because he saw Lucius.

what……

Will Patriarch Malfoy let something happen to the sole heir?

Even in the face of the guy with the deep stoop, oily hair and voice, who doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

The magic factor rushed back and told him that there are all black magic supplies here, and even in a dark cabinet, there is a child with still magic power.

Allen:?

The magic factor obviously misunderstood his doubts, jumped around him, warned him not to touch it casually, and pushed him towards Malfoy next to him.

Allen had to follow Draco, watching the little peacock curiously looking at a shriveled human hand.

The hand was placed on a mat and contained in a glass case.

The nameplate on the front of the glass case read:

[Hand of Glory: Put a candle on this hand, the candlelight is only for the person holding this hand. ]

Alan:  …

This is really "honor"!

Just in time, he heard a sentence with the tip of his ear——

"It's the Dark Lord's stuff, huh?"

Allen floated quickly and silently above Lucius and Bock, restraining his speed so as not to bring a breeze.

He lowered his eyes and saw a black leather diary on the table between the two of them.

Bock turned the diary over, allowing Allen to see the whole picture of the diary.Especially the name engraved in gold letters on the bottom of the back cover of the diary.

—Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Burke smiled strangely, and asked with some sarcasm, "This is something from the Dark Lord's student days. Is the loyal Malfoy going to betray that lord?"

Ok?

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, this Borgin Bock, does he know anything about Voldemort's student days?

Lucius seemed sullen—

"What are you talking about? Don't you know that the lord is so relieved of you, how dare I put his things here? It's just temporarily stored and redeemed later!"

Bock shook his head, he was still hunched over deeply, but with a greasy smile, "Oh, Master Malfoy, I dare not offend the Dark Lord's villain—he asked you to keep this book, didn't he ?"

Lucius stared coldly at him with gray-blue eyes, and took the book straight from Bock with his black-gloved hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

He called out, "Draco?"

The little peacock cocked its tail and happily pointed to the shriveled human hand, "Father, can I buy this?"

Bock bent deeply, smiled and showed his big yellow teeth, walked around the counter and explained, "This is a hand of honor, Master Malfoy—a good helper for thieves and robbers!"

Draco looked at Lucius expectantly.

——With this, he can go on a night tour at Hogwarts!

Lucius sneered, "Thank you, Bok. I hope my son will be more promising than thieves and robbers!"

Burke realized that he had said something wrong, and closed his mouth tightly.

Draco's tail drooped.

Obviously he knew that he couldn't buy this glorious hand.

He listlessly followed Lucius out the door.

The big peacock almost kicked open the door, and Bock dared not speak out.

Allen also floated out with the wide open door, condensing back into his body.

He glanced back at the gloomy Bock behind the counter, thinking about how he could get information about Voldemort's student days from here.

Perhaps, he can practice Legilimency.

Soldiers first and then soldiers.

If the other party doesn't cooperate, you can't blame him.

He lowered his eyes and apparated back to Lihen Bookstore.