Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen didn't wake up Salazar again this time.

He put the portrait of Snake Ancestor back into his pocket, and put the sealed magic box in it, and walked slowly towards the secret room with the illusion spell.

While looking for books related to Horcruxes among the bookshelves, he carefully pondered the concept of Horcruxes, thinking about the contact with Voldemort.

So it seems...

What he captured from Quirrell should be Voldemort's main soul.

His slender fingers skimmed over the spine of the book with the title on the shelf.

The cold magical aura spread to his fingertips, and he easily crushed it. He drew a sealing circle and sealed it up.

——And the diary is the soul piece split from Voldemort?

He took out the book, put it aside, and continued to search for related books.

In fact, Allen has already perceived the danger of the Horcrux from Salazar's attitude.

If Horcruxes were used to harm others, then Salazar would definitely tell him a bunch of book titles and ask him to supplement the knowledge system.

But Salazar didn't.

Even under his questioning, he was reluctantly told to come here to search.

Allen pulled out "Advanced Black Arts Research", looked through the catalog, and looked for the part related to the soul.

He sighed softly, this is a big project...

Allen gently put down the book, thoughtfully sat behind the desk and took out the letter paper, picked and reported to Dumbledore about Ginny and the diary.

This is a great opportunity to claim credit.

If he missed it, he would simply regret it.

Any trust needs to be consolidated.

What's more, the two of them are good at calculating.

The days continued to run smoothly.

Allen was still in charge of teaching potions for the first and second grades, as well as correcting potion homework.

In the near future, he wanted to find information on Horcruxes, so he tried to push these tasks back to the Potions Professor.

but……

Snape's complexion has been really stinky lately.

Professor Bat looked at him strangely,

"Oh...how dare the humble Potions Professor be angry? I don't know which despicable thief dares to steal my potion library!"

He stood up, gathered the black robe behind him in front of him, hissed softly,

"If I knew which little thief was responsible for bringing the poor Potions Professor's research to such a terrible standstill...

"I will definitely add Veritaserum to his pumpkin juice for a month!"

Snape paused,

"Let him experience what sincerity is!"

Alan:  …

He tried to struggle, "These materials are not particularly rare, you may be able to go to Diagon Alley to buy them.

And, if you can't continue your research now, shouldn't you take on the task of teaching instead of making your humble students so hard? "

Snape sneered, and growled softly, "Cornwall, do you think I didn't go to Diagon Alley to look for it? But it takes a whole month to obtain these materials!

"As for your other proposal—"

He pushed Alan back and closed the office door directly, leaving behind a low and indifferent voice.

"--I reject!"

Alan:  …

He ducked back nimbly, saving his nose from being hit by the wooden door.

Knowing that he was angered, but there was nothing he could do.

Allen could only continue to take on the teaching task of the Potions class, and then tried his best to find time to go to the secret room to study the Horcrux.

Even Draco hadn't seen him outside of class for days.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class this day, Little Peacock shook his head and sighed indescribably,

"What kind of mission do you have again? Every day the dragon sees the head and sees the end!"

Allen skillfully erected the confusion barrier, took out the book "Where to Find Fantastic Beasts", and said, "A new research topic."

Draco shrugged his nose and said with a smirk, "I don't care about that, I'm in trouble now - you have to help me!"

Allen laughed, leaned lightly on the back of the chair, put one hand on the desk, held the book in the other, and looked up at him.

"Appreciate further details?"

Master Malfoy was angry.

He stood up, crossed his hips and glared at Allen angrily, "Why are you laughing? It's all your trouble!"

He paced irritably, "It's all your fault!

"Two days ago, you asked me to investigate the inside of Slytherin, so I had to find an excuse, saying that I knew the whereabouts of Slytherin's heir, so I went to check one by one!"

"—It's all right now, everyone is pestering me for news about the heir!"

Draco exclaimed,

"Shouldn't you take care of it? Hey, you said that the identity of the heir will be announced soon, so I dare to use this excuse!"

Allen laughed and had to thank himself for his silence and confusion barrier.

——It really did a great job!

He smiled and asked Master Malfoy to sit down, nodded and said,

"It was originally intended to be so - Harry took on too much criticism at the time. This discussion should not have been carried by him.

The blond boy thought,

"But since Mrs. Norris was petrified, there have been no attacks. Everyone has gradually put that outrageous speculation behind..."

Draco rolled his eyes angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Then you don't plan to announce it?"

Allen reassured, "Of course not."

He looked at the hardcover book in his hand and said softly, "But we need a chance, Draco."

Master Malfoy reluctantly agreed with this sentence.

Reluctantly, he sat back in his seat, raised his eyebrows and said, "You have to let me know first, right? That's how I feel about it!"

Allen smiled, raised the book with his slender hands, and shook it slightly.

He said, "Far in the sky, close in front of you."

Draco frowned, "What's there..."

He paused, opened his eyes wide, and an indescribable guess came to his mind.

He stammered, "But you, you are a Muggleborn! Your father...is the king! Your mother is the queen! Isn't it...can your royal family marry a wizard?"

Allen smiled lightly, and said paradoxically, "Who can ensure that the ancestors have no special blood?"

"But why did you petrify that cat?"

Draco was astonished.

The blond boy said helplessly, "That's not me, it's Voldemort's remnant soul."

Master Malfoy sat sluggishly in his seat, and it took most of the class to slow down before he recovered.

He turned his head to look at Allen suddenly, grabbed Allen's wrist, and Allen almost slapped the book on his face in shock.

Draco was extremely excited, his gray-blue eyes were bright, as if he had been equipped with a rocket launcher.

He said excitedly, "Have you ever been to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?"

Allen replied with a half-smile, "I've been."

He teased, "Not only have I been there, but I also saw the thousand-year-old basilisk inside!"

The little peacock shook its tail feathers with a "swish--" and said excitedly, "Then can you take me there! I want to see it too!"

Allen laughed, "Yes—but it will take a few days."

Draco said firmly, "I'm going today! It's the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets - Chamber of Secrets, Ellen!

"Well, you Muggleborn, you don't understand the meaning of the Chamber of Secrets at all!"

Allen thought about it and said, "You mean, all wizards yearn for the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

Draco looked at him strangely, and nodded of course.

Then, he saw the blond jerk showing a familiar smile, and suggested, "——how about we set up a secret room to visit?"

Draco: ...

What is this bastard thinking about every day?Does he even know what he's talking about?

Allen stopped explaining and continued to read the book intently.

He flipped through the introduction of the Hippogriff in front of him, and finally saw the picture of the black Pegasus on the next page.

It says,

[Thestrals.

Appearance: Black Pegasus, skinny, dragon-like, with huge bat wings.

Class: Dangerous (UK Ministry of Magic classification)

Traits: Only those who have seen death can see them. ]

Allen paused with his hand holding the page, thinking about the death he had seen.

He wasn't sure about the source.

Maybe it was the old man who was sent away when he participated in the visiting activities of the nursing home, or maybe it was the live report when the red giant disintegrated...

Or maybe in the first grade, I saw Quirrell who was sucked to death by Voldemort...

After a while, he smiled slightly.

If you've seen it, you've seen it, why bother to divide the source so clearly.

He continued to look down and saw that it read:

[Thestrals are definitely smart and very useful.Once tamed, they never leave their masters.

They have an amazing sense of direction and can fly through the air with incredible speed.Just tell them where you want to go, and they will take passengers to their destination.

ps: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also raised Thestrals.

Here, their job is mainly to pull the carriage for the school.

Professor Dumbledore also uses this creature if he needs to travel long distances and doesn't want to Apparate. ]

Draco waited blankly for a long time, but didn't wait for a follow-up, so he had to come over by himself.

"Hey, Alan... Did you promise me? I'm going to the secret room!"

Allen responded, "Go in a few days, I'm cleaning up there these days, it's too messy."

Draco could only nod reluctantly.

— At any rate, you can go.

He leaned over and lost interest in an instant, "You are still reading this book..."

He glanced at the introduction of Thestrals, and muttered, "You have to see death to see it...then I'd rather never see it for the rest of my life..."

Allen laughed, "Then how did you find them?"

He joked, "Look—thestrals are the best choice for travel."

Draco wrinkled his nose, "I don't want to be like that old bee!"

Allen handed over a few chocolates and said casually, "But Mr. Scamander knows Professor Dumbledore quite well..."

Draco took it, removed one and stuffed it into his mouth, and complained, "My father said that his grandfather told him that Scamander is Dumbledore's favorite student!"

He curled his lips, "This Newt was expelled during school - you know, Hogwarts almost never expels students!

"I don't know why Dumbledore likes him so much! Hey, Allen..."

Allen raised his hand, "Draco, be quiet.

"Let me finish this book as soon as possible, it's taking too long - I'm about to mix up all kinds of animals!"