Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

After that, Allen also drank a long time tonic and vitality tonic.

But he didn't bother Draco any more.

These two potions were not difficult, and after his health improved, he could brew them by himself, but they kept it from everyone.

Salazar really didn't care about him.

The snake ancestor rolled himself up all day long, lying indifferently on the corner of the table.

In order to coax this angry ancestor, Allen made serious criticisms and reflections on himself many times, and swore to God that he would never perform magic training again until his body recovered.

... barely got a cynical snake ancestor.

But this also made Allen feel relieved.

It wasn't until February that Theodore began to hear from the Knott family.

It's all Mrs. Knott's.

Allen didn't care at first. After all, the mountain that was pressing on the mother and son was finally going to be removed. It's normal to get in touch to celebrate.

But then, with hesitation and expectation, Theodore knocked on the door of his dormitory and handed him these letters from home.

Allen smiled, pushed back the box containing the letter, and said gently, "Theodore, this is your private message... Maybe I'm not suitable to read it."

The taciturn boy paused for a moment, then firmly brought the box up.

"No, Your Highness—you should take a look."

Alan realized something, and raised his hand to take out the letters.

He opened it, and found what he wanted among the long sections of worries.

I saw those letters said,

[Dear Theodore:

Spread the letter good.

My child, Mama is happy to share something with you-

Your father is really drinking less.

Perhaps, we can look forward to the future of the Nott family, to the future of you, my mother and our son.

love your mom most]

Soon, these letters from home revealed some changes.

[…Son, your father seems to be in poor health recently. He always complains that his limbs are weak and he can’t breathe...

Is this the sequelae of alcohol withdrawal? ]

In less than half a month, the family letter changed again.

[Oh, Theodore, your father's health is getting worse, and I'm worried about him.He has had difficulty even walking recently, so he can only lie on the bed...

Perhaps, letting him continue drinking would ease it?

Darling, don't blame me, I'd rather let your father drink some wine than make your father continue to suffer...]

Allen knew that it was the Zeus domain that was slowly taking effect.

Theodore knew better.

In this matter, no one knows better than him!

He is the only wizard who has experienced the power of Zeus!

Zeus, who once gave him despair, now gave him hope for the future!

Allen had to admit that Mrs. Nott was able to survive in the Nott family for such a long time, and she also possessed her unique wisdom.

Check out these letters from home...

When old Nott died under the slight influence of Zeus, and the investigation team of the Ministry of Magic discovered these family letters, what would happen?

With the Nott family's reputation as a drunkard known to the world,

Easily, he would have died of an alcohol overdose.

Who would have doubted poor Mrs. Knott, who had endured decades of violence and cared so much for her husband even under these circumstances?

And who would doubt it, the son who rejoices because his father wants to drink less?

Allen looked down and saw the letters from the last two days.

——Sure enough, there has been another change.

[Dear Theodore:

I always have some ominous premonition today. Your father seems to have a serious health problem. He drinks heavily every day, even worse than before.

I had the doctor from St. Mungo's come over to see me, but your father was too suspicious and always worried that someone was going to kill him.

Merlin!

You know, your father can't even breathe, he can't even move all day, he can't even speak clearly...

oh!May Merlin bless him!

love you mother]

Allen gently closed the letter papers, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Theodore's expression.

——There may be some sadness in it, but more of it is a vague expectation and killing intent.

He smiled reassuringly, and said gently, "Theodore, tomorrow is Valentine's Day—you might as well look forward to the letters from the girls, huh?"

Theodore looked at him with bright eyes, and listened to him,

"Maybe, after Valentine's Day, you can hear good news."

The next day, which is February [-]th - Valentine's Day.

All boys and girls have been looking forward to this day for a long time.

When Allen went out to have breakfast with Draco, Harry, and Theodore, many little snakes took care of themselves with arrogance.

Allen also laughed and said, "Maybe I will get a good Valentine's Day gift today?"

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

When the new foursome arrived in the Hogwarts Great Hall, they gasped in unison.

Not even Allen.

They almost thought they had gone to the wrong venue.

I saw that the Hogwarts auditorium had changed a lot—big pink flowers were everywhere on the four walls.

Allen was almost dazzled by the fluorescent color.

To make matters worse, there are also many heart-shaped confetti falling non-stop from the light blue ceiling.

After a while, Alan's blond hair was brutally poisoned.

Barely holding back a smile, Harry quickly helped Alan brush off the confetti on his shoulders.

Draco pointed at his hair and laughed loudly.

Theodore pretended not to notice this side, headed towards the long Slytherin table, reluctantly turned around and called them.

Alan:  …

damn it!How had he forgotten about that damned Lockhart?

He managed to calm down, smiled and nodded to the Muggle Seeds looking around, and walked all the way to the Slytherin table.

Meals on the table didn't survive either.

Allen pursed his lips angrily. He pulled out Harry's wand, waved it lightly, and set up a membrane three feet above the long table to block the heart-shaped confetti.

The Hufflepuff boys all had a "savior here" look on their faces.

The girls were not too dissatisfied.

—these confetti are spread over their heads, and they can grab a lot of them as soon as they reach their hands!

Lockhart, dressed in bright pink robes, waved everyone to silence with a broad smile.

He didn't care about the death sights of Professor McGonagall and Professor Bat, and said with his arms akimbo, "Oh, Valentine's Day—what a beautiful day—"

He opened his hands and exaggeratedly praised,

"On a day like this, I know--girls always give their hearts, boys always want girls--

"So far, 46 people have sent me cards and I want to thank them all! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for everyone - and that's not all!"

Allen didn't know what this idiot would cause, but he could foresee that it must be a disaster!

I saw Lockhart clapping his hands.

Presently, through the doors leading into the hall, a dozen sullen-faced dwarfs strode in.

At Lockhart's command, they were all forced to wear golden wings and carry a shiny golden harp on their backs.

"My friendly little Cupid with a greeting card!"

Lockhart said beamingly,

"They're going to be wandering around the school today, delivering you Valentine's cards!"

He looked at the professors,

"I believe my colleagues are willing to actively participate! For example, can you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make a love potion?

"Or go to Professor Flitwick - he's the most psychedelic old dog I've ever seen!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands, ashamed and angry.

And Snape...

His face was sullen enough to raise a litter of bats.

Allen was a little sluggish, trying to restrain his hands that were about to move.

he thought angrily,

——He shouldn't have stopped Dobby in the first place, so as to make such a sensationalist embarrassing in school!