Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Lockhart smiled awkwardly, and said quickly, "I'll go first too—the great Lockhart always has a lot to do..."

Seeing that Alan didn't respond, he walked quickly to the tent door, but bumped into an invisible hard wall head-on, causing him to howl in pain and covered his forehead.

Allen sat down leisurely, and the furnishings in the tent turned into armchairs according to his wishes, floating over to catch him.

He looked at the embarrassed professor with a half-smile, held up the black teacup that appeared out of thin air, and said, "Professor, let's talk about what you just said-you seemed to have slipped your mouth just now, 'I can't do it at all. ...'"

The blond boy mocked and imitated the other person's tone, and said deceitfully, "All the deeds in your book are not your personal experience, are they?"

Lockhart stood there guiltily, his eyes wandering.

Seeing this, Alan still has something unclear.

He sneered, "So, who are the ones who made these great deeds?"

Lockhart gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand desperately, and showed a vicious expression, "Since you already know, then I will keep you!"

He showed a hint of arrogance, "I will mercifully make you forget everything, and of course I will not forget to damage your smart brain-the Muggle crown prince who has always been known as a genius has become a fool? There must be many people who want to know the inside story !"

Alan looked at him with a smile, and sighed, "Forget everything, huh? If that's the case, can you let me answer a few questions before I forget everything?"

Lockhart triumphantly put his hands on his hips, showing a haughty and benevolent expression, "The great Lockhart allows you to ask questions."

The blond boy put his hand to his lips, suppressing the nausea that appeared.

Under the drooping lashes, the sea-blue eyes were gloomy and uncertain.

He asked, "Have you ever infiltrated a royal family and cast an Oblivion Charm on a member of the royal family?"

"what--"

Lockhart laughed, shook his head mockingly, and said, "You stupid boy - I'm such a great wizard, how can I care about Muggles?"

He held his head high, "Even the Muggle royal family is not worthy of my - the great Lockhart's stay, understand?"

He paused word by word, "Ma, melon, king, prince!"

Allen raised his eyes calmly.

"Oh?"

The blond boy put down his black teacup, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "In July 1974, King Edward was crowned and crowned, and the whole country was in a state of excitement. More than 7 countries around the world sent congratulatory messages, and countless heads of state sent gifts."

He raised his head slightly proudly, and said coldly,

"At that time, you were ten years old, and you yearned for the glory of the king so much. It's hard for me not to wonder if you did something to His Majesty the King because of jealousy..."

Lockhart's face twisted, and he roared, "So what! He's just a lowly Muggle, and he doesn't deserve to let a great wizard like me make a special trip!"

Ok?

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

...It's really not Lockhart, so who tampered with His Majesty's memory?

He lowered his eyes and leaned back in the armchair with a smile.

"Well, Professor Lockhart... so it's not you! Then, I can tolerate your offense as an apology for my unreasonable doubts."

Before Lockhart jumped to refute him, he continued, "There is one more question—can the effect of forgetting everything be removed?"

Lockhart, who was still jumping in anger just now, became proud again, showing a trace of pity from above.

"Oh... poor Muggle Crown Prince..."

He leaned into Alan's eyes and laughed maniacally, "Are you scared?"

But he didn't get the expression he wanted.

Those sea blue eyes were still as calm as water.

Allen chuckled and said coldly, "Answer my question!"

The familiar sense of threat made Lockhart couldn't help but take a step back, and then he paused - now this is his home field!The Muggle crown prince in front of him was just a poor guy who was about to be forgotten by him.

However, he unconsciously opened his mouth to answer.

"...I haven't tried it. To me, the more completely they forget, the better!"

Allen continued to ask, "How long is the strongest effect of this spell?"

"..."

Lockhart said sternly, "Of course it's a lifetime! The most powerful forgetting curse can't be lifted by anyone. People who have been cursed will never remember it for a lifetime!"

"is it?"

Allen's voice was unclear, and his expression was a little dark.He closed his eyes slightly, and the Zeus all around was like a spirit snake, swallowing Lockhart in one gulp.

Lockhart didn't notice it, and grinned, "Say goodbye to your sanity—forget it!"

Allen waved his hand, and the black tea and small coffee table disappeared out of thin air.

He got up slowly, looked at the idiot opposite him with a terrified expression, and said gently, "How is it? Can you still mobilize your magic power?"

Lockhart horrified, "What did you do?! You devil!"

The blond crown prince laughed mockingly.

"...You should be lucky that you didn't cast the Forgetting Curse on His Majesty the King. Otherwise, what disappeared from your body would not be magic power, but life."

Those blue eyes were so dark.

So gloomy as Voldemort back then.

Lockhart knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, trying to intercede, "...Oh, Cornwall—His Royal Highness, I just made a mistake... please forgive me!"

He wailed weakly, but was thinking viciously.

—I'm going to make you a fool, discredited both in Muggle and wizarding circles!

Allen sighed, "Professor Lockhart, have you heard of Queen Mary of Louis XVI?"

He looked up at the copper chandelier in the Gryffindor tent, and sighed, "Mr. Stefan Zweig once wrote a biography of her called "The Queen of the Dead". There is a famous saying in it——

"All the gifts given by fate have been secretly priced."

Sea blue eyes looked at the embarrassed Lockhart on the ground, and asked with a natural aloofness, "Did you think about today when you stole other people's heroic stories?"

He said, "Forget nothing."

Lockhart stared blankly at the Gryffindor tent. Today's events in his mind seemed to be erased by a paintbrush covered with white paint. He only vaguely remembered the signature memory that he came to watch Quidditch and was turned over again. replaced.

In the end, he forgot everything after the game.

And never remember again.