Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Kreacher's voice was next to the old headmaster's ear, he could hardly hear it clearly, and his heart kept sinking.

[Kreacher drank... saw a lot of horrible scenes... all internal organs were on fire...]

Gellert?

[Kreacher needs water...to drink from the lake...many hands, dead hands, sticking out of the water and dragging Kreacher down...]

Or Tom?

Dumbledore's mind was buzzing.

The old headmaster sank into deep self-doubt.

... This child, when he first came, he was a diligent, gentle and responsible child, that's right!

[But Master Regulus wants Kreacher to go home...]

The wails of the house-elf were ringing in his ears, making him almost dizzy.

Dumbledore thought to himself reproachfully—

Maybe he is not suitable for teaching students?

Tom has gone astray in his hands, and now Alan will repeat the same mistake?

The boy's voice was low and gentle, but it was deafening to him.

Alan asked, "So, what happened next? How did you get the Slytherin locket?"

Kreacher was crying, howling in pain.

"Master Regulus knew about these things... He was very worried, very worried, until one day, he asked Kreacher to take him to that cave..."

"He drank the potion, put the fake locket in it, and..."

Sirius jerked his head up.

He listened dazedly to the ear-piercing weeping, struggling to make out the words that followed.

"Master Regulus wants Kreacher to leave and destroy the real locket no matter what..."

Kreacher cried and fell to the ground, curled up in a ball sadly.

"Kreacher watched helplessly, helplessly as he was dragged into the lake..."

Sirius was literally furious.

His face was flushed red with anger, and he was almost irrational.

He lifted Kreacher by the neck and cursed, "You left him there! You left him alone—"

Kreacher didn't contradict him for the first time.

It snatched the ground with its head guiltily, and said with tears streaming down its face, "Kreacher wants to take the young master home...but it has to obey the young master's order first..."

It looked at Dumbledore, then at Allen, and smiled gratefully.

"It was you who helped me destroy the locket...Kreacher is grateful to the two, to the two respected wizards..."

Dumbledore said softly, "Sirius."

Sirius was at the juncture of fury, and a lot of guilt and annoyance came to his mind, and the misunderstandings accumulated for more than ten years were fermented to the peak.

He could hardly breathe, and fell straight down.

He sat on the ground blankly, looked blankly at Kreacher who was crying so uglyly, and blankly thought about that sticky, stupid, timid, evil, stupid brother.

His vision gradually blurred, and there was a warm and cold touch on his face.

... that fool.

Why not come to him?

He is his brother.

Dumbledore walked over sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Allen breathed out silently.

…yes, house-elves are indeed variables.This kind of creature that takes the master's order as an oracle is too easy to leave hidden dangers.

He looked at Dobby, and saw that it was also silently wiping away tears, and said in a high-pitched voice,

"Mr. Regulus is a great gentleman!"

Allen showed the standard expression taught by Edward at the funeral, with sadness and comfort, and said softly,

"Perhaps we should go and fetch Regulus home?"

Dumbledore looked at him intently, not letting go of any look on his face, but he couldn't find any flaws.

The old headmaster nodded and added,

"Before that, we should go get Harry over."

He looked at the distraught Sirius, and said softly, "His godfather needs him."

Dobby volunteered to raise his hand, poked his head out from Alan's feet, and said, "I can! Dobby can pick up Harry Potter!"

Dumbledore shook his beard reluctantly, and said softly, "Please, Dobby."

Allen has never argued with others on such unavoidable matters.

...Especially Dumbledore's face is still so ugly.

After a while, Harry was brought in.

He was dazed with a trace of sluggishness, seeing the current situation clearly, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he looked at Allen as if asking for help.

Dumbledore sighed to himself.

……wrong.

He was wrong.

He marveled at Alan's intelligence and swiftness, and allowed the boy to deal with all affairs, ignoring the prophesied savior.

In fact, Harry is not lacking in wisdom and courage, as long as he is polished a little, he can let him exude the light of determination.

but……

Harry was desperate for affection.

Allen, who has the title of "brother", almost controlled his feelings, and took over Harry's education as a matter of course.

By the time Dumbledore found out, Harry was already too dependent on Allen.

Just like at this moment——

Harry ran to Sirius, and after calling unsuccessfully, he looked straight at the blond crown prince standing quietly, and asked for help,

"Brother, what's going on?"

Allen briefly talked about the origin of Regulus and the locket, frowned slightly and said,

"Accompany Sirius, Professor Dumbledore and I—and of course Kreacher, we're going to that cave and see if we can bring Regulus back."

Harry stood up abruptly and said loudly, "I'm going too!"

Before he could say the second sentence, he was grabbed by Sirius.

The thin man grabbed him with difficulty and stood up on his support.

Those eyes were as bright as sparks.

He glanced at Allen, looked firmly at Dumbledore aside, and said, "I'm going too!"

Sirius clenched his fists tightly.

He gritted his teeth as hard as he could, suppressing his trembling voice, "I'm going to take him home——my brother, Regulus, he's far braver than me."

He says,

"I should apologize to him."

Allen tried to stop him, "Sirius, he was dragged into the lake, I'm afraid...it's not very beautiful."

Sirius threw back his head and laughed almost maniacally.

He seemed to have become a prisoner of Azkaban again, and fell into a state of poverty.

"...I am his brother."

Sirius paralyzed his hands, looked at Allen puzzled, and asked, "Who sees their loved ones suffering, not because of distress... but because of aesthetics?"

He stepped back amusedly, and glanced at Dumbledore unconsciously.

It was at that glance that he expressed his attitude.

——He is grateful to Alan for his efforts, but he will never trust him!

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, tugged at his long beard, turned to the elderly house-elf, and said,

"Kreacher, please take us to that cave."

His white eyebrows were slightly raised, with worry, but also with the pity and kindness of a saint.

"—It's time for us to fetch Regulus home."