Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The savior jumped three feet high and almost threw the diary flying.

He frantically pressed the contact badge, and said anxiously, "Directly contact Your Highness! Directly contact Your Highness!"

Soon, a reassuring voice came from over there.

"Harry, what's the matter?"

Harry stared at the diary on the ground, but his brain calmed down as if something was burning.

He gasped and said, "Your Highness, I have the diary here!"

Allen couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

...how is it Harry again?

He marveled at the strange luck of the savior, and asked, "Where are you now?"

Harry said quickly, "The study area of ​​the Gryffindor common room."

Allen said calmly, "Don't move there, watch the diary. At most 5 minutes, Alger will go to get the diary——

"Don't worry, Harry. As long as you don't touch it, you're safe."

Harry's green eyes shimmered, and he nodded firmly, "Don't worry, Your Highness! I'll definitely be optimistic about it!"

When Alger received Allen's instructions and hurried from the library to the common room, he saw the savior wearing dragon leather gloves and carefully putting the diary in a cover.

He praised, "Good vigilance, Harry. Looks like I didn't teach you for nothing!"

He took out the dragon leather gloves from his backpack, took the diary from Harry, put it into a protective box with a single partition, and said, "Okay, leave the rest to me!"

Alger patted Harry on the shoulder, "I'll go to His Highness to deliver the items first, and when I come back, you can tell me in detail how you found the diary."

"—Uh, Alger!"

Harry stopped him.

"what happened?"

Harry asked hesitantly, "What will His Highness do with this diary? I don't mean anything else, just... this diary is a black magic item after all..."

Alger looked at him and said, "Of course His Highness will negotiate with Professor Dumbledore—you don't have to worry."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and smiled easily, "That's good."

Alger nodded, and walked neatly to the teleportation array outside the Gryffindor lounge.

He deftly typed his destination into it and landed outside the Slytherin common room.

He followed Alan's guidance to find an empty classroom, carefully confirmed that there was no one following him, and then carefully opened the door and entered.

Allen was sitting at the desk next to the bed, quietly flipping through the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" to pass the time.

At first, he was just looking for the strange flying horses he saw when he started school, but after reading it, he found the loveliness of this book.

Newt Scamander is indeed well-informed, and he knows all about the habits and preferences of various magical animals.

What's more rare is that his writing is not bad.

Although it is not as exaggerated as Lockhart, it can see the truth in the plain.

From Allen's point of view, many creatures in Muggle legends are listed and introduced in a serious manner, a bit like a fairy tale that deceives children.

...or a very detailed fairy tale.

Cough, in short, he didn't start directly from the Pegasus Department, but read it from the beginning calmly.

In fact, if it wasn't for the urgent information search, Allen would read it from the beginning to the back to ensure the integrity of his knowledge system.

—his memory cannot stand the brunt of chaos.

It's a pity that there are too many facts for him to deal with. This book has almost become a strange pastime of fragmented time, so that the book, which is one inch thick, has not been finished yet.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Allen raised his eyes and showed a familiar smile after confirming the visitor.

"Alger, good evening."

Alger closed the door and saluted respectfully, "Your Highness, good evening."

He walked to Allen and sat down, opened the protective box, and handed over the diary inside.

"This is the diary. It looks ordinary, and it can't be seen that it is a special black magic item...

"Oh, yes, Your Highness! When I went, Harry was still wearing dragon leather gloves and made a simple cover to cover the diary!"

Allen smiled while wearing dragon leather gloves, "It's rare for him to be so cautious."

Alger watched his movements, shook his head and said, "He still listens to you very much, and he has never refused your orders."

Allen smiled and opened the diary.

Blank.

His slender fingers paused, and he turned to the front, where he saw the words "London Vauxhall Road, Newspaper Distribution" printed on it.

...It turns out that Voldemort is really a half-blood.

It's strange.

The pure-blood family insists on the theory of blood, which is to occupy more power and wealth; but Voldemort insists on the theory of blood...

More or less a bit ridiculous.

Of course, maybe the Dark Lord was determined to seize the pure blood for profit, but unfortunately he went astray in the end and directly launched a war and massacred people.

...like losing my mind.

Allen raised his eyes slightly, closed the diary, and stood up gracefully, "...I probably have some ideas, thank you for making this trip for me."

Alger nodded respectfully, and followed him to stand up.

Allen paused for a moment and said, "Alger, someone has been brewing compound potion in private recently, and I'm worried that it will cause some trouble... Please investigate the three of you."

Alger frowned slowly, "Compound decoction? This potion is really time-consuming and labor-intensive. If anyone struggles to cook this, it must not be used in a good place!"

Allen walked out slowly, "Yes...but don't worry, I have already poured out the pot of soup.

"Besides, I have a starting point here—the Polyjuice Potion uses a lot of special materials, which are not found in the student storage cabinets, only in Professor Snape's potion storage room."

"Two days ago, Professor Snape was still losing his temper—

"The several materials used in the new potion he researched were all emptied."

Argel burst out laughing, and shut his mouth again under Alan's eyes.

He laughed dryly,

"...Your Highness, I just think that the person who dares to steal the ingredients of Snape's potion is a brave man—no matter who he is."

Allen smiled, "Alger, if Professor Snape's new potion is not developed for a day, I will have to work hard for another day, correcting the potion homework of the seventh grade."

There was a hint of threat in his smile,

"For your poor Crown Prince's sake, try hard—to catch this brave thief, eh?"

Alger twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded hard, "Yes, Your Highness!"

He stared blankly at Alan's back.

...It's over, Your Highness has only been studying with Snape for a year and a half before being influenced by the dark old bat!

oh!Damn old bat!

The blond crown prince didn't know what strange idea his loyal person in charge had. He stuffed the diary into his pocket and walked back to the dormitory slowly.

Draco didn't know where to go.

But it just so happened that he didn't intend to let the little peacock find out before confirming the secret of the diary.

No matter how simple he is, Draco is a Malfoy after all.

He still had something in his Malfoy blood.

Allen sat at the desk, and the confusion barrier and the silence barrier were erected immediately.

He carefully looked at the appearance of the diary, his gaze stayed on the gold engraved name for a moment, and he opened the diary again.

The following information is known:

First, the diary is 16-year-old Tom Riddle, or rather, the Dark Lord in his school days.

Second, this Riddle can communicate with the person who writes in the diary, thereby stealing life force.

Third, Ginny said she got the diary over the summer, but she didn't catch a "cold" until October.

Allen smiled lightly, and quietly took off the gloves on his hands.

——It can be seen from this that the diary cannot directly control the person who owns it.

Now that there is a buffer, Allen with Zeus is fearless.

He took out the pen, paused, and replaced it with a quill, and deliberately made his handwriting look ugly.

[Hello? ]

Almost instantly, the diary was covered with light black ink, and the ink slowly deepened, condensing into a sentence, [Hello, I am Tom Riddle.Who are you? ]

Allen's sea blue eyes sank in the shadows.

He wrote, [I am Lance, Lance Loren. ]