Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen landed in front of an old building. This building has no storey height and is 50 meters long. The building numbers are arranged at intervals and reflected on the faded red brick wall.

He looked around here, and saw the big number "11" on the door plate in front of him, the number "10" on the left, and the number 13 on the right.

He tapped the corner of his mouth with great interest, and thought of platform 9 3/4, he couldn't help hesitating.

... Is he going to crash into the wall?

Alan wondered - 12 Grimmauld Place?

As soon as this idea fell into place, a shabby door popped out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13.

Then the grimy walls and grim windows appeared out of nowhere, and it looked as if an extra house had suddenly inflated, crowding everything out on either side.

Allen's eyes fell in front of No. 11 door.

The house was still humming, making a tooth-piercing sound, and he could even see the dust that had been shaken off.

...but the occupants inside don't realize it.

Wizard...

Too dangerous indeed for Muggles.

Covering the streamer with sea-blue eyes, he watched Dobby bouncing up the dilapidated steps of No. 12, and rang the doorbell.

Allen stepped up the steps reluctantly, looking at the door with the peeling black paint inexplicably, and the silver door knocker looked like a coiled snake.

There was no keyhole in the door, and no letter box.

He had no choice but to raise his hand again and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door was opened.

Sirius was covered in dust, and panting, he opened the door.

Without the cover of the door, the harsh insults of an old female voice crashed into Alan's ears.

"Oh! You unfilial, moth, scum! How dare you bring your filthy Mudblood friends into my house! I'll kick you out of the house!"

Alan:  …

Sirius was a little surprised to see the person coming, but he didn't care about it.

The still skinny handsome wizard turned his head angrily, and roared, "You are just a portrait now, shut your stinking mouth! If you dare to curse again, I will paste troll feces on your portrait!" "

Alan:  …

He managed to maintain a faint smile, and entered the door at the invitation of Sirius.

It was only then that he noticed that there was an elderly, hunched house-elf by Sirius' legs.

The elf looked at him with suspicion, scrutiny, and disgust, and muttered,

"Damn Mudblood! Kreacher couldn't stop Master White-eyed Wolf, and let him bring the Mudblood into the house, my God—how did Kreacher face the lady in the portrait?"

Alan deftly ignored these strange creatures, pulled Dobby behind him, and looked at the hall.

Here is a long corridor with peeling wallpaper, portraits of ancestors and some old handmade carpets.

He saw the dust on the ground and the umbrella stand made of monster legs by the door, and walked in with a smile on his face.

A portrait saw him.

It had a jeweled old lady painted on it, and her name was written below it—Walburga Black.

At this moment, the lady tilted her face, obviously very angry.

She looked at him viciously and cursed under her breath, "There's a filthy Mudblood."

Allen lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear it, and said softly, "Hello, ma'am. Allow me to introduce myself-Alan Cornwall, Muggle Crown Prince, descendant of Slytherin."

Walburga heard the first part of his sentence and was about to get angry.

The look of cold and angry eyes seemed to have seen some heinous enemy.

But as soon as she heard the second half of the sentence, she immediately burst into a smile, as if she saw her most beloved nephew, and looked at the blond boy lovingly.

Even Kreacher bowed down respectfully.

"Welcome to my house, honey."

"Hello, noble descendant of Slytherin, Kreacher welcomes you."

It muttered again, "I really didn't expect that the young master who fooled around with Mudblood all day could bring such a distinguished guest... It really shames Black..."

Allen smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, ma'am - and of course Kreacher.

"Actually, I'm here today because of my brother—a brother who has the same Slytherin blood as me."

He ignored Sirius' slightly surprised expression, and looked at the portrait in front of him gently.

Walburga looked at him with concern and "tsk tsk" twice.

The kid's attitude towards Kreacher reminded her of her shy and well-behaved Regulus.

She said generously, "... Are you in any trouble? You're welcome, just tell me!"

Sirius grimaced, and seemed to be about to smear troll feces over the portrait right away.

Alan seemed a little embarrassed, smiled and said, "Ah, yes. His name is Harry Potter, and he is Sirius' godson—tomorrow he will move in to live with Sirius."

"I think this might disturb everyone, and I'm also worried that Sirius won't be able to clean up such a big house by himself, so I'll visit first."

Walburga had a strange look on his face.

She glanced at the unfilial son next to her, and muttered, "He should be exhausted to death!"

Then she looked at Alan with some reluctance and enthusiasm, and said, "Okay... just let that kid come!"

Allen smiled shyly, and his obedient appearance was the appearance that all elders would like.

Only then did he push Dobby behind him forward, looked at Kreacher at the side, and said, "This is Dobby, the house elf who serves me.

"I think Kreacher is getting old too. It's really hard for one person to take care of such a big house and help me take care of Harry."

Kreacher looked at him moved, howled twice, covered his eyes and said, "Oh! You are as kind as Master Regulus..."

Allen patted its head gently.

"... From now on, I would like to ask Dobby to stay here and help Kreacher take care of the house—do you think?"

Walburga said indifferently, "Of course, good boy!"

She glared at Sirius at the side again, and cursed, "Stupid thing with no eyesight! Hurry up and take my dear descendant of Slytherin to make tea! You can't even treat guests, what have I done?" You are a thing!"

Kreacher also said in a low voice, "It's really unfilial scum to let the guests stand for so long..."

Under such a duet,

Sirius almost turned his nose out of anger.

He held back his anger and patted Allen on the shoulder, said "Follow me", then turned and strode towards the living room.

Allen followed him, cast the Silencing Charm silently, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Please don't be offended, Sirius——

"I think you are too tired to clean the house by yourself, so I specially invited Dobby to see if I can help you."

Sirius let out a deep breath, as if he had been tossed to the point of helplessness.

He complained, "That crazy woman is my mother—a purist who is obsessed with Slytherin blood, you ignore her! As for Kreacher..."

Gritting his teeth and akimbo, he cursed, "That thing never listens to me!"

Allen glanced at Dobby who was outside the silencing spell calmly, and reminded him vaguely.

"It's been hard work—but maybe respecting the house-elves will make them serve us more willingly."

Sirius stopped in his tracks, looked at him strangely, seemed to think of someone, and snorted softly, "Really?"

Allen nodded, raised his chin in Dobby's direction, and said softly, "Look at it—it was originally a house elf of the Malfoy family, and was hired by me later."

"You may not believe it—"

The blond boy smiled and said helplessly, "They have their own thoughts, although I don't understand them, maybe...

"They can choose their allegiance."