Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Sirius twitched the corner of his mouth, skipped the topic, and led Allen to the second floor.

Kreacher and Dobby followed them step by step.

They climbed some narrow stairs and turned into the second floor.

As soon as Allen looked up, he saw a row of old house-elf heads.They closed their eyes palely, with a strange smile on their lips, as if it was an honor to be hung on the wall.

Kreacher looked at the wall and whispered frantically, "What a great wall... When Kreacher is dead, I must hang it..."

It murmured, "This is Kreacher's lifelong belief."

Dobby shrank his neck, looked at the old elf in fear, and carefully hid it by Alan's leg.

Sirius snorted and pushed him into the living room.

"—Don't look at that, this family is full of lunatics."

Allen smiled and walked into the gorgeous and exquisite hall.

Yes, gorgeous and sophisticated.

After all, Black was a pure-blood family that was once tied with Malfoy. Although this generation is almost extinct, it still retains the heritage of the year.

Allen's eyes fell on the big window.

The afternoon sun was so bright that even though the window was covered with black ash and dust, it still illuminated the whole room. Through this window, you could overlook the street in front of the house.

——It is very convenient to enjoy the scenery, and it is more convenient to monitor and guard.

He retracted his gaze and surveyed the room.

There is a large marble fireplace on the right side of the room, flanked by two ornate glass cabinets, and the tree-shaped genealogical tapestry of the Black family covers the entire wall.

...It's a pity that there are messy piles of debris everywhere, making the whole house messy.

Sirius hurriedly made tea.

——This is too embarrassing for him, it is extremely difficult to find tea.

Kreacher came up with a tea tray.

It rudely pushed Sirius aside, bowed respectfully to Allen, and put the teacup on the tea table in front of Allen.

It snapped its fingers and cleared a clean sofa for Allen.

Allen consciously didn't look at Sirius' expression. After thanking Kreacher, he asked Dobby to help clean the house.

Dobby shook his ears, happily pushing Kreacher away.

Sirius let out a long breath and clenched his fists tightly.

...For the Muggle Crown Prince's sake, let's not kick the damn house-elf for now.

He sat down helplessly—he was covered in dust anyway, and said softly, “Uh, thank you—I really need some help.”

Alan raised his teacup with a smile, "You're welcome, you are Harry's godfather, and I am Harry's elder brother, so it's right to help each other."

Sirius finally relaxed a little.

He didn't care about the dust all over the sofa, and leaned directly on the back of the sofa, quite eclectic and unrestrained.

"Anyway - I'll see Harry tomorrow."

He was full of anticipation, his eyes were bright and captivating, and on that still pale and thin face, he carried an admirable firmness.

He suddenly leaned forward again, twirling his fingers a little helplessly, and asked Allen cautiously, "...that child, how is he doing at his relative's house?"

The Muggle crown prince on the opposite side always had a dignified look, and his voice and behavior were extremely thoughtful.

"I don't know what happened before, but after I met him - he's doing fine."

Sirius nodded, not sure if he believed it or not.

The two of them sat silently, and there was inevitably a hint of embarrassment in the air.

Sirius spoke with difficulty, "Um, I heard from Harry that you and Dumbledore get along well?"

Allen nodded, and said gently, "Mr. Dumbledore is knowledgeable and wise, and you can learn a lot from getting along with him."

Seemingly helpless, he complained,

"It would be great if he could eat less sugar—since I studied potions with Professor Snape last year, I have been brewing his tooth potions."

Sirius tried his best to restrain the expression of swallowing ten thousand flies, and said with disgust, "Snot...cough, Snape won't make it up by himself?"

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled, "He always has to do research on potions. As his student, he should share some."

Sirius was a little dismissive.

"Although his potion level is good, what can he research?"

Allen frowned slightly, looked over with concern, and said slowly with some embarrassment,

"Sirius, if I remember correctly...you mentioned a Mr. Lupine when the Daily Prophet published the truth about Peter Pettigrew."

Sirius nodded blankly and listened to him,

"You were very good brothers...and there was a picture of Mr. Lupine in the newspaper. If I read correctly, he was a werewolf."

The dog finally reacted.

He sat up straight with vigilance, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, Alan...listen to me, this thing..."

Allen raised his hand and assured, "I understand—I mean, what Professor Snape was researching earlier was the wolfbane potion that kept werewolves awake on a full moon night.

"If you're still good friends, maybe you need this news."

Seeing Sirius froze in place, he thoughtfully reminded, "The news about Wolfsbane potion has not been published yet, and only Professor Snape can brew it."

Sirius:……

He gritted his teeth viciously, and his expression management was a little out of control.

He looked at Alan and complained sincerely, "Alan, you are such a good boy!"

——Every time I see you, I can be suffocated by words!

He ruffled his hair irritably, "Oh, Remus...damn it, why is it that slug!"

Allen coughed lightly, and maliciously didn't remind him that Dumbledore knew about it. He got up and visited the furnishings in the house, and tried to clean the spell.

The furnishings here are eccentric.

Allen cleaned up a large number of foxes in the living room curtains, sealed off the Boggarts in the desk, and threw away the dead velvet in the sofa.

The Crown Prince restrained his eyes away, showing indifference to the pure-blood family's collection.

With a slight wave of his hand, the glass cabinet doors on both sides of the fireplace became spotless again.

There are old dark magic items everywhere, piled up in a mess.

A rusty dagger, animal claws, coiled snake skin, a decorative crystal bottle, a hypnotic music box...

Sirius seemed to have finally accepted the reality, walked up to him with a little dejection, and introduced him the situation inside.

"Ah—I've thrown these things three or five times, but Kreacher always picks them up."

Allen shook his head helplessly.

He quickly noticed a neat corner.

There was a locket with a unique shape, and beside it was a needle case with a strange shape.

Alan was sure he had seen it himself.

I must have seen it in the past six months!

In just a short moment, he checked his memories of the past six months from the memory palace, and found that "memory in memory".

—that was the memory Dumbledore had shown him.

——It’s the same thing as the resurrection stone ring.

—Slytherin's locket.