Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

It was a black rock out of the sea.

Nothing but the sea and the cold wind.

When Allen landed here, he only felt the roar of the waves and the biting cold wind chilling his bones.

He motioned Harry to take care of Sirius, and seeing Kreacher trembling with fear, being held tightly by Dobby, he raised his eyes to look at Dumbledore.

The old man's expression was as hard as iron, and his blue eyes looked at him without blinking.

Allen lowered his eyes and smiled.

Perhaps he had revealed some Dark Lord's traits again, causing the old man's suspicions to spread like maggots to the bone again.

However, he is no longer the helpless young man who first entered the magic world.

He stretched out his arm in a gentle manner and invited, "You first?"

Dumbledore paused for a while, then calmly walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the dark hole under the rock.

"We have to go down."

He said it calmly, as if talking about going to Honeydukes to buy candy.

"Do you mind getting your clothes wet?"

"of course not--"

"mind."

Sirius and Alan spoke at the same time, and looked at each other again.

Allen smiled, walked up to the old man, and raised his hand slightly.

Finely crushed rocks of different sizes condensed from all directions, condensed into a square platform on the edge of the cliff, and floated to their feet.

Allen smiled, "A combination of the Flying Charm and the Levitating Charm—how is it, sir?"

Dumbledore said lightly, "It looks good."

As he spoke, the old man stepped up to the stone platform, and greeted Harry, Sirius, and two house elves behind him.

Harry scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed, "—I thought we were really going to swim!"

Sirius grabbed him and said in a low voice, "If anything happens, come behind me."

Allen smiled and walked over.

The moment he stood still on the platform, the whole platform floated down gently and slowly, and stopped firmly beside the cave.

Kreacher had long been staring at the entrance of the cave, commanding, "The entrance is still inside—in the middle of the cave!"

Allen flicked his fingers lightly, pushing the platform inside.

Harry looked at the scene along the way in amazement, and Kreacher leaned on the edge of the platform and looked down.

After a while, he said loudly, "I saw it! It's there!"

Kreacher confirmed, "Yes, it's here! The Dark Lord cast his magic here!"

Everyone followed his line of sight and saw a rather large stone platform in the distance.

At this moment, the platform operated by Allen also experienced a little bumps.

He let the whole platform fall on it, and said softly, "It's Voldemort's blocking."

Dumbledore looked at the wet rock wall, nodded and said, "Yes...this is just the front hall, we need to go inside."

He walked down the platform, stroked the rough stone wall, chanted the ancient runes softly, and walked around the cave twice from the right.

Sirius stared at Dumbledore's movements with bright eyes, waiting for the old man's order.

Harry gently tugged on Allen's sleeve and asked, "Brother, what is Professor Dumbledore doing?"

Allen replied softly, "Looking for the entrance."

He observed the old man's movements, and explained, "The ancient magic text is extremely obscure, and very few people can understand it—"

"Voldemort often chooses runes to set up barriers and hide entrances. This can not only show his extraordinary talent, but also screen out a large number of wizards with mediocre abilities."

Harry twitched his lips in embarrassment.

Allen said softly, "I found it."

As soon as his words fell, Dumbledore stopped and pressed his palms flat on the cave wall.

Immediately afterwards, the old man took out the world-famous elderberry wand and pointed it at the rock wall.

In an instant, the outline of an arch appeared in front of everyone, with a dazzling white light, like the gate leading to the kingdom of heaven.

Harry couldn't help saying happily, "It worked!"

Kreacher covered his head, and said in a sharp voice, "No, the Dark Lord injected Kreacher with a lot of blood... a lot of blood, and that's why he opened this door."

Harry looked at it in astonishment, then looked at Alan and Dumbledore in panic.

Sure enough, the old principal had already taken out a potion-cutting knife, and calmly cut his palm open.

"Too low-level."

He was almost contemptuous, and he still had the heart to joke with Allen.

"Alan, if it were you, and you wanted to weaken the enemy before they entered the door—what would you do?"

Allen smiled, and strolled to Dumbledore's side in a leisurely manner, waiting for the door to open.

He responded in a good mood, "I'm not going to give them that chance."

The sea blue eyes were full of contempt.

"Weakening the physical strength of others is indeed a very low-level method."

——in vain I also praised his creativity in torture methods.

"In alchemy alone, there are quite a few formations that can damage people's souls, isn't there? It seems that Voldemort's so-called talent is nothing more than that."

He turned his head and met those sad blue eyes squarely.

Under the white light of the arch, Allen showed a gentle smile.

When the white light suddenly disappeared, he calmly withdrew the smile from the corner of his mouth, and walked into the dark doorway.

The young man raised his right hand in the dim light, almost showing a trace of chicness for a banquet.

A low and clear voice came out——

"Sir, wait for me to take the lead!"

Sirius walked eagerly to Dumbledore, and Kreacher was equally eager at his feet.

Obviously getting angry in a hurry, he still listened to Dumbledore's words, and stopped outside the doorway, watching the conspicuous blond hair standing by the lake, as if looking for something.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Dumbledore, this kid...is he..."

Too dangerous?

Dumbledore gazed calmly at the teenager inside and said, "I don't know, Sirius. Maybe I made the wrong choice."

He looked at the young man surrounded by darkness, only his brilliant blond hair was shining so ostentatiously.

In Dumbledore's eyes, the child skillfully found the place where the magic power gathered, and then easily pulled out a thick chain.

There was a faint green light on it, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of copper green and moss, which looked sticky.

Allen turned his head with some disgust.

He hooked his fingers, and the chain was pulled out with a clink, and a boat that also glowed with faint green light was dragged out.

He sneered, "King Arthur's style? I really don't like it!"

Dumbledore could not help but smile a little.

He looked at Sirius, shrugged his shoulders and said, "But this kid may be saved, he is too responsible——

"I think his responsibility can hold him back and prevent him from going down the crooked path that we are on guard against."

The old man exhaled helplessly, stepped up and walked inside, and said loudly, "Follow me, be careful, don't step on the water!"

Sirius held Harry tightly, anxious to carry his godson on his back.

...If it wasn't so slippery here, maybe he would have done it a long time ago.

But when they walked over cautiously, they heard Alan sigh angrily.

Dumbledore laughed, "What's wrong?"

Allen snorted softly, and said with a hint of resentment,

"I should have thought of it a long time ago—the size of this small boat is based on the size of magical energy. I'm afraid it can't hold the two of us."

Hailan eyes looked at Dumbledore angrily, and kicked the problem over.

"Sir, are you going? Or am I going?"